Naked Ambition by Sean O'Kane

than castles. “Can they help me?”
    “No, my dear,” Eric said with a strange, cold smile that Sadia didn’t like the look of one bit. “They are merely the audience. Although they are fellow members of our little club, the rest of whom are held in the dungeons downstairs. But we’ll see them in due course. Now let us eat and discuss our business afterwards.”
    Sadia was disturbed. Eric had suddenly become harsher and more stern, and she wasn’t entirely sure she knew this new Eric. But the meal was superb and the talk was all about her favourite topic; slaves.
    It transpired that Eric and his friends had a small and exclusive sm club all of their own and it regularly met at this location. Between full meetings there was a complement of live-in slaves tended to by managers and the various couples could come and stay and play as often as they cared to.
    “But, alas!” Eric said as the meal finished and the butlers cleared away the crockery. “Business now calls. You go on without us and we’ll join you soon enough.”
    With a scraping of chairs and excited talk of the delights waiting in the cellars below, the other guests disappeared and left Eric and Sadia alone.
    “You sly old fox!” Sadia said. “All this time and you never let on about any of this!”
    “I am indeed a great deal more subtle than you have given me credit for, Sadia,” he told her gravely, topping up her wine glass. “Now tell me again what the problem is and let’s see if I can solve it.”
    “It’s simple. We rushed into our first games to replenish the coffers. We won and now some of the other stables are ganging up on us, using CSL stock. We’re short handed and if we don’t get at least twenty more good quality bitches – we’re finished. Or that’s what Angel thinks and I’ve no reason to doubt her. We’ve got to have the new stock before our first home games.”
    Eric pursed his lips and wandered slowly over to the window above the courtyard.
    “Good quality stock is costing very dear just now,” he said at last.
    Sadia felt on safer ground here, this was more the usual Eric.
    “Darling Eric. You’ll find me more grateful than ever before.” She went to stand behind him and put her arms round him, resting her head on his back, pressing her breasts against him.
    “Hmm. You will have to be, Sadia. Indeed you will. You shall have enough for your twenty but hear my price.”
    He turned and looked down at her, his eyes dark and dangerous suddenly. Sadia backed away.
    “In return for funding this new purchase, I will have you as my consort here whenever the club meets. And like all the other women you have just dined with, you will wear tokens of your subservience to me.”
    “What tokens?” Sadia asked.
    “Rings,” he said succinctly. “At nipples and labia.”
    Sadia smiled – it was all a joke! No one in their right minds would think of putting rings on her! Not the Countess de Groncourt!
    “And,” he continued steadily, advancing towards her, “a tag, so whoever fucks you knows who you belong to.”
    She struck out and landed a stinging blow on his cheek.
    He merely smiled and grasped her wrist, crushing it to the point where she sank to her knees, whimpering.
    “Of course, you can always refuse and the Girl Squad will die.”
    A vision of her darling Angel watching her stable go down to humiliating defeat after defeat, flitted in front of her mind’s eye.
    “Well?” he demanded, his grip tightening.
    “You would make me a whore!” she spat.
    “No. I would make you my whore!” His tone and face were calm and implacable, and Sadia knew she was doomed.
    There was nothing she could do. But she had seen innumerable piercings and didn’t think she could suffer them herself. It was what happened to submissive bitches, not dominants like herself. But for Angel and for the honour of her stable………there just didn’t seem to be a choice.
    Eric seeming to sense her acceptance of the inevitable, relaxed