“We like the women to savour the experience of being decorated for us.”
Scarcely half an hour later that Sadia was helped shakily to her feet and applauded as she examined herself in a mirror. The nipple rings stung bitterly but looked quite attractive she thought, but at her crotch the two rings – one in each labium – felt leaden and heavy; especially the one on her right. From that ring depended a silver tag over an inch long with the club’s name on one side and Eric’s name on the other. The rings were spring loaded and one end had been slotted hard into the other, she had even felt the jerk as the catches had taken. They would have to be sawn off if she wanted them removed, Eric told her gleefully.
In truth, Sadia was a little bit proud of the decorations and even spread her legs apart to see the tag dangling between her thighs. At least Angel would know how high a price she had paid for the new stock. But worries about how her lover would respond to her cunt being identified as belonging to a man and how much pain there would be when the spray wore off were put to the back of her mind as one of the men clapped his hands and instructed the managers to produce the slaves so that the evening’s entertainment could continue.
Chapter Five
Angel immediately appreciated the tidy and clean appearance of the CSL stable once they had returned their ponies to The Lodge’s stable and Chrissie had shown her the way to where the real business of the day would take place.
One of the grooms was hosing down the shower area, another was scrubbing the toilets and a third was leading out two slaves on tongue rings and leashes who were required for training in the covered arena that Chrissie had shown her on their way round.
Depressingly however, eight of the stalls had red disks hung above their doors to signify that the slave had been hired.
Carlo himself was there to greet her once she had had time to take a brief glance around. He was accompanied by a striking woman who wore black suede thigh boots with her groom’s uniform and who was collared and – Angel couldn’t help noticing – branded in exactly the same place as Helga. She had a thick head of copper coloured hair.
“This is Patti Coldwell,” Carlo told her. “She’s head groom.”
Immediately Angel could feel the tension in the air between the head groom and the doctor beside her, but felt it wise to ignore it for the moment and smiled and shook the newcomer’s hand.
But Carlo was eager to show off his stock, even those ones who had been booked and for the next hour or two, Angel was kept busy.
Inevitably the first stall he went to was Blondie’s and Angel was thrilled to be able to pat and fondle the greatest fighting slave the arenas had produced while Carlo fed her some titbits. She was nearly as tall as Angel was and a little more heavily built. Like all the slaves her wrists were clipped neatly behind her back and one ankle was chained to the rear wall of the stall. It was similar to the discipline that Angel herself imposed on her senior fighters. The squad were too numerous to marshal so carefully and were only chained at nights. But as Carlo fussed over her and boasted of her achievements, Angel was able to appreciate Blondie’s superb physique. The breasts were high and large, with no sign of any sag about them and the nipples had stood to attention the minute her master had summoned her. Angel caressed them and was impressed that they bore no trace of any of the piercings they would have been subjected to over her years of enslavement. Indeed, as Angel ran her hands over the slave’s body she was amazed at how silky smooth the skin was despite the punishment it so regularly took in the arenas. She slid her hand down to the groin and as Carlo fed her a piece of her favourite shortbread, she spread her legs obediently allowing Angel’s hand to encounter a large and hard clitoris just in front of a warm and moist vagina that
Scarcely half an hour later that Sadia was helped shakily to her feet and applauded as she examined herself in a mirror. The nipple rings stung bitterly but looked quite attractive she thought, but at her crotch the two rings – one in each labium – felt leaden and heavy; especially the one on her right. From that ring depended a silver tag over an inch long with the club’s name on one side and Eric’s name on the other. The rings were spring loaded and one end had been slotted hard into the other, she had even felt the jerk as the catches had taken. They would have to be sawn off if she wanted them removed, Eric told her gleefully.
In truth, Sadia was a little bit proud of the decorations and even spread her legs apart to see the tag dangling between her thighs. At least Angel would know how high a price she had paid for the new stock. But worries about how her lover would respond to her cunt being identified as belonging to a man and how much pain there would be when the spray wore off were put to the back of her mind as one of the men clapped his hands and instructed the managers to produce the slaves so that the evening’s entertainment could continue.
Chapter Five
Angel immediately appreciated the tidy and clean appearance of the CSL stable once they had returned their ponies to The Lodge’s stable and Chrissie had shown her the way to where the real business of the day would take place.
One of the grooms was hosing down the shower area, another was scrubbing the toilets and a third was leading out two slaves on tongue rings and leashes who were required for training in the covered arena that Chrissie had shown her on their way round.
Depressingly however, eight of the stalls had red disks hung above their doors to signify that the slave had been hired.
Carlo himself was there to greet her once she had had time to take a brief glance around. He was accompanied by a striking woman who wore black suede thigh boots with her groom’s uniform and who was collared and – Angel couldn’t help noticing – branded in exactly the same place as Helga. She had a thick head of copper coloured hair.
“This is Patti Coldwell,” Carlo told her. “She’s head groom.”
Immediately Angel could feel the tension in the air between the head groom and the doctor beside her, but felt it wise to ignore it for the moment and smiled and shook the newcomer’s hand.
But Carlo was eager to show off his stock, even those ones who had been booked and for the next hour or two, Angel was kept busy.
Inevitably the first stall he went to was Blondie’s and Angel was thrilled to be able to pat and fondle the greatest fighting slave the arenas had produced while Carlo fed her some titbits. She was nearly as tall as Angel was and a little more heavily built. Like all the slaves her wrists were clipped neatly behind her back and one ankle was chained to the rear wall of the stall. It was similar to the discipline that Angel herself imposed on her senior fighters. The squad were too numerous to marshal so carefully and were only chained at nights. But as Carlo fussed over her and boasted of her achievements, Angel was able to appreciate Blondie’s superb physique. The breasts were high and large, with no sign of any sag about them and the nipples had stood to attention the minute her master had summoned her. Angel caressed them and was impressed that they bore no trace of any of the piercings they would have been subjected to over her years of enslavement. Indeed, as Angel ran her hands over the slave’s body she was amazed at how silky smooth the skin was despite the punishment it so regularly took in the arenas. She slid her hand down to the groin and as Carlo fed her a piece of her favourite shortbread, she spread her legs obediently allowing Angel’s hand to encounter a large and hard clitoris just in front of a warm and moist vagina that
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