Free Lost Property by Sean O'Kane Page A

next stage in their training, Brian worked his students hard on combat training. They learned to spar with the two slaves, holding pads in front of them for the slaves to use as target practice with their whips. They themselves were equipped with similar straps to the ones the slaves had, except these had weights at their ends to add real venom to a strike.
    “When you’re training raw recruits, that’ll give ‘em some incentive to keep moving, and in the arena that can mean the difference between winning and losing!” he called out as they dodged, and then lashed at the naked girls. “We’ll put ‘em on the whipping posts soon as they come in and ginger them up with a taste of the punishment whips! Then you buggers’ll really have to run to keep up with them!”
    All four of the students were amazed at the speed and strength of the slaves to begin with but adapted quickly – fitness having been part of the profiling process – and within a couple of days, Jet and Cherry had been put back firmly in their places.
    By the time Saturday evening came round, Brian had been able to e mail John Carpenter that so far had definitely been so good. It was to be hoped that it might get even better.
    The four girls turned up promptly. Brian had been half expecting a no-show – by at least two of them – but all four came.
    Tanya had something of the Slav in her rather thin face and green eyes, and her blonde hair and slim figure contrasted with Jenny’s slightly chubby good looks and buxom figure, while Chris was a brunette, like Jenny, but with small breasts and a pretty face. Brian noticed they all wore skirts, none of them below mid thigh.
    They knew what this evening was about. But just in case they didn’t he called everyone together in the yard for introductions. His lads kept their composure well, he felt, and remained polite and self-contained, standing a few feet away, looking at the girls appraisingly but with no obvious signs of undignified lust. All four girls had very shapely legs, so that was a feat Brian was proud of.
    Carol introduced the girls and Brian noticed she kept her eyes fixed firmly on him at all opportunities. He filed that for attention later and got straight down to business.
    “Right. Carol tells me you’re keen on the arenas and want to join a stable as grooms.”
    There were nods of assent.
    “Any of you had any experience of being dominated? Because as grooms, if you make it that far, you’ll be just as available as the slaves. Ask Helga.”
    Helga smiled and curtsied. All the girls’ hands went up. He hadn’t expected that.
    “My ex used to put me over his knee,” Tanya volunteered shyly. “But he didn’t do anything else.” She was blushing furiously but standing her ground.
    “Did you ask him to?” Brian asked her.
    “Oh yes!” Tanya joined in the laughter this provoked and the ice was broken.
    Carol said she had had a boyfriend who had once used a belt on her before making love to her and she had never forgotten it. Jenny had been caned at school and it had taken her years to come to terms with the contradictory feelings it had aroused in her. Chris admitted to having been spanked, having her nipples pegged and fantasising about going much farther.
    “We met online and the chats sort of just grew and we realised we all felt the same,” Carol concluded.
    “Well these gentlemen are capable of taking you where you think you want to go. The purpose of this evening is to see if it really is where you want to go. Now, first off, I suggest we go and take a look at Jet and Cherry. Helga can tell you what’s involved in their care, and after that…well we’ll see.”
    The group proceeded to the stables, Brian found himself with Helga on one side of him and Carol on the other, her hip occasionally touching his as they walked. The sight of the famous slaves bedded down on their straw, hands clipped behind backs, one ankle chained to the back of their stalls, fetched excited