Last Slave Standing by Sean O'Kane Page B

Brian and Carlo set off in much improved spirits now that they were heading back into an arena. A medium sized cargo plane met them at a discreetly distant point of a small airport where John Carpenter’s writ obviously ran because no one bothered them as they transferred the crates with their fractious occupants and then hefted the heavy bags of tack onto the plane as well.
    The flight was long enough as it was but it was made even more tedious by the need to keep opening the crates in rotation and exercise the occupiers before allowing them use of a toilet with a groom in attendance. Carlo had Blondie once or twice, putting her head down and her arse upwards in a chair and taking her from behind. Anne Marie was made to kneel and lick her clean afterwards which afforded some light relief. When Brian became bored with the book he had brought to read, he had Purdy kneel in front of him and while he squeezed her big tits together he brought himself off between them.
    As was the custom on these flights the crew came back and made a selection from amongst the slaves and the grooms. As it happened all three crew members decided that Jet was what they needed, so the tall black girl spent some considerable time bent over the arm of one of the chairs while she was fucked from behind. Fortunately her crate was on the bottom row so it wasn’t too difficult to return her to storage and get her out again.
     
    It felt as though it was early evening when the plane landed and taxied again to a remote part of another airfield. But as the tailgate was lowered, there were some of Salazar’s men to greet them in the strong sun of mid morning and help unload the crates. And once the groaning cargo had been piled in the back, Brian and Carlo squeezed in beside the driver and with the rest of the men following in a car with the four women, they all lurched and roared southwards. Brian had dozed off when at last he was woken by the truck slowing and as he blinked sleepily he saw lights shining down from above massive steel gates and realised they had finally arrived.
    He sat up and looked around him as the truck growled its way along the straight and well tarmaced drives of the Salazar estate. He had clear and pleasant memories of the place. It was where he and Carlo had come to buy Trouble, Purdy and Raika.
    They skirted the lights of the main house and sped on towards where Brian knew the barracks and the arena itself were.
    The next hour or so was a blur of noise and confusion as they unloaded and settled the slaves in before they could themselves relax. They found they were housed in an airy, though reasonably warm open plan stable. The slaves were chained and slept on straw as at home but instead of stalls they were simply chained in a long line on a gently sloping platform. At its lower edge there was a gutter with a series of holes for use as toilets, this could be flushed by means of a hose, coiled up at the far end. Amelia, Patti and the grooms wrinkled their noses in distaste at the arrangements but as Carlo pointed out, “What’s it matter for a week or so?”
    Two of Salazar’s house slaves appeared with a steaming urn of food and ladled ample portions into a series of troughs along the wall opposite the sleeping quarters. Patti tasted it and pronounced it good so quite quickly the slaves were knelt and fed, helped to finish off the last remnants and then run through the showers which were in a separate room. They had to be towelled dry though and when they were all finally chained and settled under quilts for the night, Carlo, Brian and the girls were nearly dropping with tiredness. However the host stable was keen to meet them so they all had a long and sociable supper in the mess hall of the barracks before they could yawn their way up to their beds above the slaves’ quarters. At least Brian and Carlo did. Salazar’s guards decided that there was only one way to welcome the CSL grooms and as Brian said his goodnights, he