by Sean O'Kane
Angel shivered as Sadia’s finger stroked her clitoris through the material of the jodhpurs. The eroticism of power burned through both women and as the leading guard called out the end of the run, Angel’s finger clicked off the watch and she turned to kiss her mistress, opening her mouth wide to allow the woman’s tongue to penetrate her. But Sadia hadn’t lost all control and pulled back after a few seconds.
“Well?” she asked.
Angel glanced down. “Three seconds faster than the old record!” she called out. There was ragged cheering from below.
“Standard whips to be used on the return run!” she added to groans from the slaves who might have hoped for a rest. As people ran to obey her she turned back to her mistress and dropped to her knees, burying her face in Sadia’s skirt and holding her to her by her buttocks.
Sadia looked down and stroked her thick blonde hair. “Early to bed tonight. We need to think of more ways to put those bitches through all the seven circles of hell. I don’t mean to lose this event!”
They had one of the solo fighters delivered to Sadia’s bedroom later on. She was a tall, graceful creature with fair skin and a long, lustrous pony tail of black hair protruding from the back of the thick leather hood that left her only her nose and mouth free. The solo fighters were the aristocrats of the arenas, they usually fought duels and raced in single pony traps or competed in pursuit running. Only in the final spectacular would they be subsumed into the melee. Angel had broken with tradition by racing them in the six-slave chariots in their first games; a trick she knew wouldn’t work twice.
Angel ran her hands over the soft, silky flesh of the slave as she hung over Sadia’s bed, her wide-spread ankles shackled to chains hanging from a winch. She let her fingers trail across the swells of the buttocks and the breasts and the taut length of the thighs. She was kneeling naked on the bed behind the girl and pressed her own breasts against the slave’s buttocks, rubbing the nipples and sighing in pleasure, at the same time as she felt the heat from the candle. Below her the slave gave a soft gasp as the candle, which was stuck into her cunt dripped a little more wax onto her. The flickering light it gave out was the only illumination and by it Angel could see Sadia standing by the window, a warm night wind was blowing the long lace curtain against her nakedness and she could see every curve of her adored lover’s body.
She was gazing down at the training ground and the stockade, patrolled now by two or three sleepy guards. The barracks were dark and silent. But Angel knew the pressures of running such a large enterprise didn’t stop with the setting of the sun, and she knew that in the morning she was going to have to add to Sadia’s problems. There had been a couple of phone calls late on in the day. But for now….
She got off the bed and went to stand close behind her lover, pressing her breasts against Sadia’s back and running her hands down her smooth flanks, then diving them forwards to run her fingers through the soft fleece of pubes at her delta, still wet from Angel’s tongue and her own discharge at orgasm.
Angel nuzzled Sadia’s neck. “Come back to bed and whip this bitch with me,” she whispered.
Smiling, Sadia allowed herself to be led back and took up a long tailed flogger while Angel snuffed out the candle and tore it from the mound of wax it had built up along the slave’s labia, before tearing off the mound itself.
“I bet the silly bitch won’t thank me for having saved her from being waxed by the grooms for a few days,” she said as she stood back, the slave’s body still trembling in the aftermath of the unexpected pain.
Sadia laughed as she swung the whip and Angel was happy to see her relax. The slave’s body convulsed and curled in shock again but then Angel reached out and steadied it by grasping the erect nipples so that Sadia should have a steady target.
The two dominants enjoyed the therapeutic hiss and smack of the whip as it landed between the long thighs, time and again in a steady rhythm that eventually brought a shuddering groan of release from the slave. Sadia stopped the beating and ran the tails through her hand while Angel leaned in and lapped at the puffy labia, savouring the juices the whip had fetched forth and sucking at the hardened clitoris, standing eagerly to attention and demanding more punishment.
Sadia came to kneel behind the slave and leaned forward to kiss Angel, tasting the slave from within her mouth.
“Take her down,” she whispered thickly.
Angel leaned over to the head of the bed and took the control unit, pressing the control to lower the chains. Motors whined and the suspended body was gently delivered to the bed; Sadia guiding it down to lie on its back, hands still secured under it.
While Angel unshackled the slave’s ankles, Sadia was buckling on the thickest strap- on in their extensive collection and while she tidied away the chains by raising them again, Sadia threw herself onto the prone slave and began fucking her in a frenzy of urgency, grinding her clit against the hard rubber as she did so.
Angel took something from the bedside cabinet beside her and knelt above the bucking bodies on the bed; the slave was thrusting back at her owner as hard as her owner could ram into her. Angel knelt facing Sadia’s bottom and leaning forward, she parted the cheeks and located the pre-lubed head of the solid glass dildo at Sadia’s anus, then she pushed and grinned as the first ball disappeared easily into the rectum, causing Sadia to yell and buck with even greater fervour. She pushed again and the second, slightly larger ball was suctioned smoothly in. Sadia was grunting now and her thrusts became violent slams. The slave began to moan urgently. Angel pushed and twisted once more and the final two balls entered Sadia, leaving Angel enough to hold onto while she gently eased the thing in and out while Sadia bucked with ever greater frenzy.
At last both bodies reached a crescendo of slamming against each other and slave and owner locked into the equality of orgasm. Then Sadia slumped forwards and moaned feebly as Angel extracted the dildo before lying down beside the two fragrant and sweat-streaked bodies. Sadia’s face was resting on one of the slave’s heaving breasts. She opened her eyes and grinned at Angel.
“Fuck it from the back while I wax its tits,” she whispered.
It took only a few moments to unbuckle the strap-on from Sadia and buckle it onto Angel, the thick shaft glistening and scented with the slave’s discharge. Then the slave was knelt up and Angel knelt behind her, holding her by the shoulders while Sadia whipped the breasts until she judged they were properly sensitised for the wax. Bending the pliant body away from her with one hand, Angel located the head of the dildo at the slave’s anus and then began a steady thrust. The practised orifice put up relatively little resistance and soon Angel could hold the slave tight against her and rub her own clit on the shaft as it steadily buggered the warm, soft body she held tightly against her, cupping the soft breasts carefully, so as not to get the wax on her fingers.
Sadia knelt in front of them and as Angel looked over the slave’s shoulder, tipped the candles slightly so that blobs of wax could land first on one breast and then on the other. The body lurched against Angel as the heat came as a shock to the hooded slave. And she could feel the anguish as the heat intensified for a few seconds before it dissipated. And she could feel the tension in the body as it waited for the next bolt of bright pain to explode into its darkness.
Once she was sure that the slave was going to behave herself and obediently thrust her breasts forwards for Sadia, Angel let her hands run down to the beginning of the cleft of her sex and find the clitoris. It was still erect and hard from its whipping and the subsequent orgasms. Angel gently rubbed it as she ground herself against the dildo and pumped it into the slave’s backside. She began to moan even as Angel felt the first stirrings of her own orgasm.
Sadia increased the tempo of the waxing. The slave jerked and trembled against Angel, who rubbed the girl’s clit relentlessly and harshly.
Hot wax hit both nipples at once and the slave climaxed just as Angel found her own release and the room echoed once more to the combine
d shrieks of orgasm.
Chapter Two
Carlo Suarez put the phone down and smiled broadly.
“I could almost feel sorry for milady’s Girl Squad,” he said.
Brian Holden looked up from downloading one of the CSL slave’s latest performance stats onto the reader that would update her implanted chip.
“Why?” he asked, a small buzz of alarm running through him. He hadn’t told anyone that Amelia – his ex sub and onetime CSL groom - had run away to become a slave in that stable.
“That was Craig Maddox, the Orange trainer. They want to hire in Blondie, Ayesha, Beast, El Tigre, Ox, Trouble, Fiji and Jet for the next show – which is against Sadia’s stable.”
Tony, the third of the CSL trainers let out a low whistle. “That’s big money! I mean seriously big money!”
For a moment Carlo looked thoughtful. “You’re right,” he said. “And I wonder if they’ve got it all themselves.”
“You mean someone’s lending them some, just to put Sadia’s lot in their place?” Brian asked.
“Could be. They’re all big impact players. Okay, so Blondie, Jet and Ayesha can run as well as any and fight better than pretty well anybody, but mainly they’ve gone for whip fodder,” Carlo said thoughtfully. “Beat the crap out of them over the first two days and let the third take its course? That could be the tactic. Oh well, not our problem. And I can feel that new Ferrari coming on!” he gave his infectious grin and stepped out of the office into the stableyard to take two of CSL’s other slaves up to the indoor arena for training.
CSL was the only stable on the circuit that didn’t have its own proper arena. Instead it specialised in producing high class stock for other stables to hire in for specific reasons. It had two of the best slaves in the world in Blondie and Ayesha and the cost of hiring them both plus another six was astronomical.
Brian thought that Carlo was probably right. Several of the owners must have combined resources in an attempt to avenge the defeat of the Bakhtar stable in the Girl Squad’s shock debut. The Countess’s Girl Squad – the one and only female run stable on the circuit - was going to get pounded. In his mind’s eye he saw Amelia, bloodied but defiant, struggling to her feet again and again, before going down to certain defeat. He dearly loved how she looked after a good session of punishment, but he wasn’t sure he was happy with the picture his imagination was cooking up.
Sadia put her breakfast coffee cup down and couldn’t prevent it rattling slightly against the saucer as her hand shook.
“How did you find this out?” she asked.
“I make sure I keep my ear to the ground. I’m afraid there’s no mistake. Someone’s ploughed in a fortune to make sure our bitches get trashed. With some of the talent they’ve hired in to put alongside a decent enough squad anyway, we might have to sell some of our livestock afterwards. They might be that badly damaged!”
Sadia rubbed her forehead with one hand and irritably waved away the guard who was delivering a morning beating to a naked slave tied to a whipping post beside them. He bowed and left, leaving the delightfully marked squad girl gasping and shuddering in the wake of an orgasm.
“And I’m afraid it gets worse,” Angel went on reluctantly.
“Go on,” Sadia looked up, her face set and determined.
“We’ve got twenty fewer slaves than most of the stables, so we’ve got no spares or substitutes. That means that all our stock are going to be knocked to hell and back after these games and then they’ve got to come back here and face another games in only a few weeks’ time. They’ll get creamed all over again! And if there is a consortium out to get us, there’s nothing to stop them hiring in CSL stock for those games as well!”
“They’re out to destroy us,” Sadia said flatly.
“Yes.”
“What do you suggest……oh take that bitch away!” Sadia snapped and a guard stepped forwards to release the beaten slave from her post, against which she had been trying to rub herself to orgasm again.
“I need those extra twenty slaves! I told you we were too tightly stretched! Okay we got away with it once, but that’s all. They’ll pound us at the Orange team’s arena and then……well I don’t want to think about what they’ll do to us here!”
“I told you, Eric won’t stump up for any more!”
“Eric will stump up for anything you want if you fuck him!” Angel retorted.
For a moment there was a tense silence between the two women.
“Anything else?” Sadia asked coldly.
Angel sighed. She hadn’t wanted it to come out like that, but there just was no alternative. Eric, their banker, was besotted with Sadia. And if opening her legs for him was the only way they could get more slaves out of him, then Angel would hold her down for him. Sadia had just realised that and the realisation had come as a nasty shock.
Angel took a deep breath and went on. “I think the president ought to suddenly discover that there is a serious labour dispute on the arena site, which could set back the date of our first home fixture by weeks or even months.”
“He isn’t going to like that.”
“He’ll like it less if the stable has to close, or becomes a laughing stock.” She paused for a moment. “If necessary I’ll fuck him.”
There was a further silence and then Sadia put her head back and laughed.
“Very well then,” she said when the laughter had died. “We fight back with our cunts first and with our bitches second! But no; I will fuck the president as well. Your job is to get our existing stock into the best shape you can. An honourable defeat is better than an embarrassing walkover.”
Angel relaxed and high fived her employer and lover across the table.
“Seriously, I need at least twenty more,” Angel said as they rose from the table.
“And you shall have them,” Sadia assured her, linking arms with her. “And that damn president doesn’t know how lucky he’s going to get!”
Angel stopped suddenly, frowning in thought. “How much have we got in the kitty right now?” she asked.
“Some. Why?”
“They haven’t hired in the whole of CSL, so why don’t we see what we can afford? As you said, we’ll probably still get beaten, but we might avoid getting massacred.”
By late that afternoon Sadia was ensconced in the president’s private office. With them was the general secretary of the country’s construction, transport and municipal workers. In effect he was the second most influential man in the country. Some said he was considerably more than that.
For the moment however, he was content to stand by one of the tall windows and allow the president and the countess to talk.
“I cannot pretend that you do not disappoint me, Countess,” he was saying having listened to Sadia’s update. “However, I can see the logic in having a delay before the first event at our own arena. How about you, Leonid?”
The union man turned from admiring the view of the state brothel and its magnificent grounds, in which two or three pony girls were being drilled on the lunge rein.
“Indeed. It is disappointing,” he said. “But unavoidable. Better to wait and improve the odds on being successful than to rush in and look foolish. However…….”
“Yes,” the president broke in, sitting back and steepling his fingers beneath his chin. “However, Sadia, there is a lot of money at stake. Leonid’s men will have to be paid while they are on strike.”
Sadia nodded. She and Angel had been through this before she had left. “For the first two home games; win or lose, we will pay 50 per cent more to the government than originally agreed.”
The men both nodded but then the union boss spoke again. “I am afraid I can foresee some restlessness and maybe even civil disorder towards the end of the two months you are asking for. Many of the men have been looking forward to watching the games; they have paid heavy taxes to fund the arena………” Again he left his sentence hanging.
Sadia nodded again. This had also been an
ticipated. “For the final fortnight before the games, we will allow a fixed number of men access to my bitches each day. It will be for sex only, however. They must understand that anything else is out of the question that close to an event.”
The two men looked at each other.
“I can sell that, provided the strikers get front row seats,” the general secretary said.
“Agreed,” Sadia replied.
The president smiled and relaxed. “Good, now that that’s settled, there’s just the matter of ourselves. Our disappointment is deeply felt, my dear lady, and I’m afraid it must be addressed.”
Sadia stood up and shrugged off her jacket, then began to unbutton her blouse. The two men removed their jackets. When she had taken her bra off, and her large, pale breasts with their wide areolas and pinkly erect nipples swung free on her chest, the president reached for them, his big hands clasping and clawing harshly into the soft flesh, making it bulge through the gaps between his fingers.
He spent a few moments just feeling the succulence of her body before he stepped back.
“Get your skirt off,” he said curtly. “You’ll take me first and then Leonid. Whichever hole we choose.”
Sadia nodded as she unzipped the skirt and began to push it down her thighs, she could hear the thickness of excitement in the president’s voice and knew that if she just took a couple of quick ones over the desk, then she would have bought time for the Girl Squad to fully measure up to the requirements of the arena circuit.
“And then my bodyguards,” Leonid added as he came closer, smiling grimly.
Sadia turned to the president in alarm.
“Good point, Leonid,” he said, coming closer. “Those boys were really looking forward to the first games. Mine were too!”