Therani whimpered where she was crouched. Her hind legs were folded underneath her bruised body. She realized with defeat that she could not run any longer. Her front legs buckled underneath her and the centaur felt pain all over her body from the abuse of her last owner. She had been a gift from him to the small children that were allowed to ride her. She was for riding purposes only, at least that much she was thankful for. But the children had been relentless, pushing her far beyond her limits, whipping and beating her to force her to continue. She crossed her arms over her bare breasts. The last owner had fully inspected the little filly when he had gotten her, and found her chest to be pleasing to him. She had large breasts, even for being so young.
Therani had been beaten until she had been broken, shortly after the vet had inspected her fully, proclaiming her good for breeding but still a virgin, and too young to carry weight that a normal breeding would entail. He only decided to tell the owner this after fingering her for several minutes, while she thrashed against her restraints. In response, the owner had given her to his children until she matured. Having grown enough to now be bred, she decided that she wanted to be free of the abuse and pain, so she had escaped.