Last Slave Standing by Sean O'Kane Page A

Brian; he just wasn’t used to an arena slave who wasn’t purely a physical creature. He was looking forward to her being silenced.
    She seemed to savour the news and eventually gave him a sultry smile.
    “Does a ringed tongue feel good on your cock?”
    “Yes. And you call me ‘Master’”
    Ayesha tilted her head and her smile became flirtatious. “But I knew you as Brian once,” she said.
    “That was before I flogged you outside the Bakhtar arena. Those days are gone,” he told her sternly.
    Again she was silent for a second and her smile faded. “I’m glad the ring will improve my cock sucking, Master. I will serve the stable with all my strength. And I will gladly suffer whatever you want me to.”
    Brian could detect nothing but sincerity in her voice and her eyes remained demurely downcast.
    “Kneel up,” he told her gruffly and she obeyed, scrabbling in her straw with her feet until she knelt directly in front of him, her hands clipped behind her back, her eyes fixed on his groin. She clearly knew what had to be done. Brian reached down and freed his rapidly hardening shaft then held it for her while she took delicate licks at the helm, letting him enjoy the hors d’oeuvres before she settled down to giving him the main course. They both knew that in their meetings long ago when she was going to testify against Sir John, Brian had been desperate to have her where she was now and she had prick teased him mercilessly. It was a fitting farewell to their old relationship and Brian made no allowances when it came to spending into her. He held her tight against him and thrust as each spurt of sperm erupted exquisitely from his cock and he was impressed by the calmness and efficiency of her swallowing, she hardly choked at all and certainly didn’t spill a drop. He let her lick him clean afterwards and as he was tucking himself away she looked up at him for one last time.
    “I always did love sucking cock, Brian,” she said, deliberately.
    “I’ll flog you for that when we come home, and by then you’ll have been branded and tongue ringed. You’ll like that, won’t you?”
    “Yes, Master,” she whispered contentedly.
     
    It had been decided that Raika would stay behind and continue to tend Ayesha. She was considered responsible and experienced enough to be able to monitor her recuperation and continue her progress towards full arena fitness. Madame Stalevsky up at the big house was always available if necessary but Brian and Carlo both knew that for part of the time she would be busy helping a newly appointed doctor for the Housegirls settle in and therefore leaving a good groom to tend Ayesha would cause fewer problems in the long run. Once the stable returned from the Salazar arena, the new doctor would act as vet for the slaves. Amelia, Brian’s own submissive who served as a Housegirl whenever she could get away from her work, would accompany them in Raika’s place.
    The day after she was branded and ringed, Ayesha was moved into a proper stall as the horsebox would be needed to transport the rest of the stable to the airport. All ten would be crated up for the entire journey.
    Work started before dawn on the day of departure, the slaves all hated the crates more than anything and had been badly behaved from the first moment that Brian and Carlo had started fetching them down from the loft storage space the previous night. So no one was in a good mood as the slaves were taken out for toilet usage then washed and given a light feed before, one by one, they were put in a hogtie by Brian while Carlo held them down and then lifted into the wire boxes with hinged fronts that would be their home for the entire journey. Patti clipped a bottle of water to the door of each crate as the men finished with each one and eventually two neat rows of five crates were stacked by the door and Brian could back the horsebox up so they could be loaded.
    Then with Patti, Amelia, Anne Marie and Helga in the back,