Free THE GLADIATOR by Sean O'Kane

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    Chapter 6
     
    Ali was thoroughly content. He was holding the fort while everyone was away at the latest show. That meant he had all the household slaves at his disposal and the privacy also suited him. He had a phone call to make and he really didn’t want the boss overhearing. Patti had gone as well. She was becoming more and more openly sullen; she had to make her move soon - he was sure of it and he had plans to make.
    He waved away the girl who was crouching in front of him and licking the last traces of his emission from her lips, reached for the phone, took a battered old diary from his desk, thumbed through it for a moment and then made an international call.
    The phone rang for quite a while before a highly cultured English voice answered.
    “Dandy, is that you? It’s Ali here, remember me? Okay man, it’s good to hear you too but listen I’ve got a deal for you. Let me lay it out for you and we’ll do the small talk later, I’m tight on time.”
     
    Two hours later, and far away in Berkshire, England an irritable John Carpenter sat and listened to Dandy Macintyre.
    He was irritable because he had little time for politicians and Dandy was one. That was one reason, the other was that the man was dead right about the problems The Lodge was experiencing. As the most exclusive and secretive SM organisation in the country, John, its owner and creator did not really want it known that he was having major difficulties getting new girls. But Dandy seemed to know all about it.
    “The best stock is being creamed off way down the line. And at prices which are well over top wack, John. It’s these arenas which are springing up. There’s big money - I mean big - in them. And if they can outspend The Lodge, I think you should deal with Ali. He’s sound enough in his own way. Knew him way back when I was in Sudan with the Diplomatic Corps. He’s Dinka you know, and they know good stock when they see it, believe me.”
    “Yes all right, Dandy. But what do you really know about him?”
    “Good man with a whip. Knows women and trades in them. What else is to know? He can get you a slave who should make a good Housegirl, straight out of the best stable around and his price is reasonable for the information he can give us - if it means you can get to the auctions before these buggers snap up all the good stuff. Just insure him against repercussions and we can look forward to much needed new blood at The Lodge. Christ, John! It’s been months since we had anything new at all!”
    That was true, and what this Ali person was saying fitted in with what himself knew, just about the time he said the arenas had got up and running, and the owners of the various stables had poured vast amounts of money into purchasing prime female flesh, The Lodge’s struggles to find good new Housegirls had begun. John had even had to stop the auctions of stock to preserve what he had and he knew the members were grumbling.
    “So this guy reckons he can get us a succulent piece of privately owned slaveflesh and if I pay him enough, he can forewarn us of where the best auctions are, way up the line?”
    “Precisely.”
    “Okay, tell him to e mail me his bank details and I’ll attend to it.”
    Dandy smiled. “You won’t regret it, John.”
     
    Tara’s first bout of the evening session was boxing. And that meant studs once again. She let herself slowly relax once the guard had buckled the leather corset on, feeling the sharp little points kissing her skin, then she carefully settled her breasts into the studded half-cups while the guard fed the studded thong between her legs and buckled that tightly as well, making her wince as she felt her labia given the threatening little kisses. Beside her girls were either being kitted up like she was, or were being oiled and kept naked for wrestling while others were slipping on the more decorative corsets and stockings for cane duelling. Having the guards’ hands on them and