Free Last Slave Standing by Sean O'Kane Page A

he saw them. Although their faces had the pronounced bone structure of the local Indians, these had wide, soft, dark eyes which gave them a much more sensual and soft appearance. The septums of their noses had been pierced with thick gold rings as had the nipples of their fully rounded and thrusting breasts. Thick black hair to match even Ayesha’s for glossiness fell half way down their backs and their master had taken the unusual step of allowing a neatly trimmed fuzz of black pubic hair to remain at their crotches, which formed a pleasing counterpoint. They were clearly identical twins.
    “Welcome!” Alberto boomed as Brian and Carlo climbed up to meet him. “I am privileged to have the famous CSL stable fighting alongside my own slaves!”
    “The honour is entirely ours, senor!” Carlo countered.
    “Nonsense, but I thank you Senor Suarez! Brian, welcome back to you as well!”
    Hands were shaken, drinks were ordered and served by household slaves dressed in the same incongruous but alluring uniform that Brian remembered, French maids showing suntanned thighs and breasts with inscrutable Indian faces.
    “These are superb creatures, senor!” Carlo said once his drink had been served and he was able to stroke the hair of one of the kneeling twins.
    Alberto Salazar was clearly delighted to have none other than Carlo Suarez compliment him on his slaves and his smile became even broader.
    “They are a present from a tenant of mine up in the mountains,” he explained. “God knows how he acquired them but they came fully trained to the whip and they are quite inseparable. I will keep them as a matching pair of ponies after I have had my portrait painted with them kneeling beside me. As an Englishman, what do you think to that Mr Holden?”
    Brian thought of the huge and ornate fireplace in the main day room at The Lodge. He could just see John Carpenter wanting a portrait of himself with these two beauties kneeling, collared and leashed beside him.
    “I think a portrait of a fine figure of a man with such beautiful pets beside him would grace any residence, senor!”
    Alberto laughed delightedly. “A wicked flatterer! But so good at it! Come in my friends.”
    He turned and walked inside, immediately the two girls followed on all fours and Brian was enchanted to see that not only were their clitorises ringed but each labium as well. Their hindquarters curved out spectacularly from their trim waists and their posture showed that fact off perfectly, but what really delighted him was that each anus was plugged and a short tail hung from it, swaying from thigh to thigh as they crawled beside their master.
    “I haven’t named them yet,” Salazar explained. “But really one name would do them both. Do you know they even sound identical under the whip or when they’re coming, or both! There’s not a mole or a skin blemish to distinguish them from each other and if you try and whip or fuck one without whipping or fucking them both, they scream the place down! That’s why I think pony work is best, that way I get peace and quiet and a pretty pair to have whipped up for me, no?”
    By that time they had walked along the main corridor of the house and into the huge hall at its centre and here there were more surprises to delight a connoisseur of female submission. The ornate alcoves that Brian remembered, all round the sides behind the marble pillars were all occupied and the vaulted and airy space was filled by the soft tinkling of small bells.
    At first as he and Carlo followed Alberto towards the dining room, he couldn’t make out where the sound was coming from but once he got a closer look at how each alcove had been filled, he was deeply impressed. A naked slave’s body bowed gracefully outwards from each and every one in the huge chamber. Each slave’s feet were chained apart at opposite corners of the alcove’s floor. A pole-mounted butt plug impaled her to keep her body bent outwards and her arms had been