How long have I been running? It seems like days. My legs have been burning for a long time now, and they're starting to cramp--as if the incessant humming between my legs wasn't distraction enough. And the worst of it is that I don't even know where I am or where I'm going. I could be running in circles! All of this pain might be for nothing, but when I had my chance I had to at least try. Life in the training pen was nearly unbearable.

So I ran and I'm still running.

I don't know how much longer I can keep going. Or if those who find me are likely to be any better human beings than those I've just fled. I have no assurances they won't try to use me for their own nefarious purposes.

God! My toes ache. My legs burn. My pussy is tingling as if it's on fire and my mouth is bone dry. They kept us 'well watered' but the bit holds my mouth open and it hasn't taken long to become dehydrated. I hate being so naked! And what I AM wearing makes me feel even more exposed--even here away from the prying eyes of trainers and the pony farm tourists. In my head, that's what I called the rich ones who came just to gawk at us during our training repetitions. Are they prospective buyers? I don't know. They never speak but their eyes are terrifyingly expressive. Even though I don't know who they are or what they want, I run from them as much as my trainers. All I can do is keep going and hope that by some miracle I find a way to regain my freedom. But my legs feel so heavy and they're filled with a terrible ache.

It's the first time since coming here that I actually wish I'd been training longer, so my conditioning could be better. They run me ragged each day... so this is little different than when I'm at the pony farm... but out here there isn't any crack of the whip to keep me motivated. And I'm so dammed tired. And I'm so dammed horny. Keeping me on the edge or an orgasm seems to be almost as important to them as making my legs burn. So much so that by now the pain itself is enough to make my sex twitch, even without the violent humming and thumping and stroking.

Maybe if I were in better shape I'd be able to keep running for a little longer. But would it be long enough? Somehow I can't shake the feeling that they're simply watching me. That they let me go on purpose, as some sort of perverse test--and as soon as I stop running they're going to come collect me again.

God, my whole body aches... in more ways than one.