Laura labored dawn to dusk pulling the ore wagon, ever since she was sold to the gold miner.

There was no need for a driver, nor for reins. The gold-plated double-dildoed lynchpin that connected her to the cart vibrated incessantly inside her. But should she falter or stray merely a yard off her route between the mine and the gold-rush town of Xaltatun, she'd get a nasty electric jolt.

And when the long, trying day work was over, her night labors had just begun. What with the Kegel exercises she received continuously from the lynchpin of the cart, the stable hands all enjoyed and appreciated the wonders of her orifices through the night.