Free Naked Ambition by Sean O'Kane

defiled by men. Her lovely nipples which she so often had licked and nipped at to draw sighs of pleasure from her, rubbery and quivering under her tongue, were now pierced so cruelly by hard steel. What was right and proper on a slave – a submissive – was an outrage on Angel’s beloved Countess.
    And as for her beautiful cunt, nestling between her long and silky-smooth thighs. The soft, plump lips were now brutally holed and even a tag proclaiming it the property of a man hung from it. Angel could almost taste the acrid, horrible metal as she imagined lying between Sadia’s legs, tonguing her as she had so loved to do while they listened to the music of a slave being played with beside them.
    She grimaced as she imagined having to lift the evidence of a man’s presumptuous arrogance out of her way before she could forage in her ladyship’s fragrant honeypot.
    From the ring came the voices of Brian and Carlo as Tony came to take the two slaves back to the stable.
    Angel turned back, almost shaking with rage.
    “Okay if we send ‘em back?” Brian asked as she walked across to the ring, trying to calm her anger. “Or do you want to play with one of them? I know watching them go at each other sometimes leaves me in need of a shag or a beating.”
    Angel stopped at the ropes as an idea occurred to her.
    “No, let them go. It’s ok. But I wouldn’t mind a bit of release, how about you and I go a few rounds?”
    Tony paused in the act of clipping Lucky’s leash to her tongue ring and cocked an eyebrow at Brian. Carlo just gave one of his grins and leaned on the ropes opposite Angel. Brian himself looked thoroughly startled at first and then relaxed and treated Angel to a slow look of such blatant lust that it re-ignited her determination to be revenged on the whole male gender for what had been done to Sadia.
    At a nod from Carlo, Tony led the slaves away and Angel ducked into the ring.
    “Wrestling and kick-boxing; anything goes, no holds barred except gouging or scratching. Stripped to pants,” she said. It was the sort of bout the slaves were used to in training and in the pens and the arenas themselves.
    Brian shrugged amiably and stripped off his shirt. Angel did likewise and unhitched her bra. If she hadn’t been seething with anger, she might have been pleased with the looks her breasts fetched as they swung freely on her chest. With no ceremony she kicked off her shoes and unzipped her jeans, tugged them down her legs and pulled them off, then straightened up in just her thong.
    She saw that Brian now faced her in just a tight pair of boxers, again had she been more in a mood to appreciate the view she might have been impressed with his physique. But as it was she allowed herself the luxury of letting her temper take over and she plunged joyfully into the physical release of combat.
    She rushed him and ducked at the last moment, grabbing his legs and pulling while she used her shoulder into his midriff. Taken by surprise he toppled backwards but immediately managed to get his arms round her chest and squeeze as she followed him down onto the earth floor of the ring. His hard muscled forearms squeezed her breasts but she registered only the imprisonment and not the sharp sensations from her nipples. She jabbed downwards hard with her elbow and broke the hold, springing away back onto her feet and delivering a drop kick as he came surging up after her. He took a step backwards. She swung a punch at his face and he swayed out of its way easily then caught her with a roundhouse kick that jarred the whole of her left side as his foot crashed into her ribs. She staggered for a moment but was able to swing a right hook into his ribs before he could fully steady himself. He didn’t flinch and simply grabbed her wrist to swing her round and send her crashing backwards into a corner post. She tottered forwards, partly winded but saw him coming and as he reached for her she jabbed hard with her right and caught him