Could it be that all of it was a ruse?

"What did you do, Adelyn?" the slaver frowns, as both of them start caressing your body.

"The **** should always help her owner, regardless of the circumstances," the **** says.

"Meaning that you've earned an ungodly amount of punishment," the slaver adds.

"Mhmmm!!!!" you protest as vehemently as possible, wiggling your arms in the horizontal armbinder. But your efforts are completely useless.

"She is Rita, my right hand," the slaver says. "She was among the first ponies I captured. I also broke her to the greatest extent possible. Which means that now I trust her."

"I will also be the one training the two of you," Rita adds with a smile.

"By the way I did not lie to you in the beginning. As my farm is indeed full. Everyone is rented out or attending local races. And I have no time to spare for newcomers. This means that you can indeed go back to your vessel. As fresh contestants for the sector wide pony races."

"Don't worry. I already know your type," Rita continues. "It won't take half as long as you'd imagine, and there will be a lot more joy in it than you might expect," she adds accompanied by a wink.

"Mhmmm!!!!" Again, you protest, ever more furious. But the two women simply ignore you.

"Come on, let's escort the ladies to the dungeon, Rita," the slaver says. "As we all know, we need to extract the codes out of them at least thirty times before we could be certain that they tell the truth."

With a set of quick moves, the both of you are freed from the pole. Elena starts being led by the slaver. You start being led by Rita.

"Mhmmm!!!!"

"Mhmmm!!!!"

"Mhmmm!!!!"

As the two of you keep going back to the barn, all you do is bite down on your gags and struggle. But your leashes are yanked again and again. All the way to the dungeon, where your lives in their present forms are about to end.