Blonde Fury by Sean O'Kane Page A

and erupted into full orgasm as she was fingered relentlessly. Clive only had eyes for the screens and the close ups of welted backs and buttocks becoming ever more so as the cries and screams from the arena floor floated up and caressed his ears. When his girl had finished coming he pushed her face down on his lap and made her suck him off as the Tykes staggered across the line a foot or two ahead.
     
    A couple of hours later, showered and refreshed, Clive left his room in the hospitality building and rode the lift down to the hospitality suites set behind the upper terraces of the arena.
    Through the smoked glass of the windows he could see that the arena was empty now, men were raking over the sand readying it for the following day . That day had finished well , with lines of girls who had lost contests put to the whipping posts and receiving what the crowds had decreed for them earlier in the day. Even after the spectacle of the log pulls, the flagellations were spectacular and closely followed by the cameras. To rousing applause, he, Bob Barber and Neil Consadine had gone down into the arena and delivered the first few punishments. He had been given a lovely little blonde who had gone down in only the second round of a boxing bout. He got to give her forty satisfying lashes with a heavy flogger. He could see how helplessly she came as she writhed and he was aware of the cameras on him so he smiled and waved from time to time between lashes. Beside him the other two finished their punishments by shoving their hands into their slaves’ cunts, but Clive felt it wasn’t fitting for him to be filmed being that blatant – not yet at least. Then as they had made their way off , the lucky numbers had been called and from various parts of the stadium cheers arose as fortunate ticket holders began to make their way down to join in the fun.
    But now a cockt ail party was in full swing, his host was watchful though and came straight over to him to guide him towards the bar and to introduce him to the local great and good. Clive knew how important this was and was good at working social gatherings, but his eyes kept straying to the edges of the room. He could see groups of people standing around and laughing delightedly from time to time, and from what he could tell, it seemed as if slaves were at the bottom of things.
    At last, he could res train himself no more.
    “Bob, I’ve pressed enough flesh for one night. What the hell’s going on over there? It looks like I’m missing out on something.”
    Barber grinned at him. “I was wondering when you’d ask! We’ve got the new sD ocks in.”
    Clive looked at him in surprised delight. “ Hey! I didn’t think they were on the market yet!”
    “They’re not. We said we’d help test them. Come on, let’s go and look.”
    They made their way to the front of one of the groups and Clive was delighted at what he saw. A hooded slave was mounted on the device and was being turned this way and that by a man who was quickly getting the knack of it. The device was a simple series of flexible, steel ringed pipes – like shower head hoses but with added rigidity – they followed the outline of a human form rather like a stick-figure. A pipe ran down the slave’s spine and from it branched off pipes that followed the arms and legs. At intervals the girl was s trapped tightly to the pipes. At the back of her head a cradle was provided so that even if she was laid on her back, it wouldn’t be allowed to drop backwards , unless the person controlling the dock desired it . About half way down the girl’s back, the pipe that ran down it was pivoted on a ball joint that sat on top of a pole that ran down to the floor but which could be extended and reduced in height by the console that stood beside the girl. And it was this that was at the heart of the interest.
    The console was entirely blank and about the size of a tablet and all the man currently in charge of the girl had to do was