@theamazonofwar
The morning was quiet.
The missed shot, the sound of a struggle, screams, insults and the bonfire of her old life had been left behind. Abby had been pushed down, stripped of her clothes and freedom, and made into nothing but a woman at the end of a leash: Abby had a collar around her neck that was fit for a dog.
Abby must have march naked behind Shera for hours through the night and only now the warm sunrise shine its light on the mistressr and their enslaved rival. She had nothing but her boots, the dog collar and the crude rope that tied her hands together by her wrists.. Her cock hung free and half erect. It was so fucking humiliating to have her cock even partly erect due to Abby getting aroused for being seen fully like this, but what made Abby hate herself for it was that it was Shera who saw her and cause it all. They were equal, but in the end she had lost a fight that had been both unfair and without honor. Not that Abby would have done anything differently if she had a chance to jump on Shera. Still she had every reason to hate them. That treacherous bitch had wait until the rider had fall asleep before the attack that had lead to this. They had push her down to the ground and step on her while forcing Abby to watch her bike, clothes and weapons be burnt in a bonfire of gasoline.
Now all Abby gave a sound to was occasional hiss or a groan when Shera pull on her leash whenever she fell behind during the long walk along the endless highway. She didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of hearing her. There was nothing but Shera, Abby and empty fields along the road... No one to see the enslaved rider, but no one was there to save Abby from her old rival either.
Abby Houghton had been enslaved.














