Free Last Slave Standing by Sean O'Kane Page B

raised and then shackled behind her head, the result was as graceful as it was cruelly erotic. But there was much more. Alberto Salazar was proud of his display and invited Brian to take a close look. As he approached the nearest girl he could see wires trailing from a transformer box at the back of the alcove, they led up to heavy clips on her labia. Each clip supported delicate silver bells and likewise the steel needles that pierced her nipples supported more bells. Furthermore, a chain ran between the piercing needles and at its centre hung yet another pair of bells.
    “At random intervals a current is passed through each girl’s cunt and makes her jerk….ah! There she goes now!” As Salazar was speaking the girl suddenly jerked and her heavy-lidded eyes fluttered as her bells added to the soft tintinnabulations that echoed so prettily around the men.
    “The current is always stimulating but never strong enough to drive her over the edge into orgasm. By the time they have been there for the rest of the day, they will be almost crazy for relief and then they will provide good entertainment.”

Chapter 5
     
    They had just finished a superb lunch of locally reared beef in the quiet of the dining room and were making the twins catch scraps in their mouths when Salazar, glancing out of the window, called their attention to something.
    “I think the opposition has arrived,” he said.
    Carlo and Brian looked out of the window to see a convoy of trucks lumbering past the house and heading for the barrack blocks and the arena.
    The sight reminded Brian and Carlo of the real reason they were there and they made to rise from their places and take their leave.
    “We will gather again this evening and you will meet our opposing owner and trainer,” Alberto assured them.
    Their carriage’s wheels ground and scrubbed the hard earth as the driver wrenched the tired team hard round from the hitching rail and pointed them back along the straight road to their barracks. Then there was the familiar sawing motion of a two in hand carriage as its ponies strained up to speed before settling into a steady rhythm. Once more the driver urged them on and made liberal use of the corded driving whip while his passengers relaxed in the afterglow of a good meal.
    Back at their own small barrack block they found the slaves were outside taking it easy in the sunshine while for once the grooms did all the work. A door in the wall on the right of the sleeping platform opened out onto a caged area where the slaves could lounge and relax. Inside, Patti and her crew were busy sorting out piles of tack, so that each slave had her own tailored harness ready for her if she was racing, her own corset if she was boxing and so on. Helga had been set to scrubbing out the showers which Patti felt were not clean enough. Amelia was busily polishing a steel butt plug and the studs on the inside of Jet’s harness, she blew an errant strand of hair out of her eyes as she saw Brian enter and grimaced at him before bending over her work again. Brian grinned back and he and Carlo went out into the caged area to check on the slaves.
    The experienced ones were making the most of a rare chance to take things easy. Blondie sat in one corner, her eyes half closed in the warm sun, she opened them briefly when Carlo entered the enclosure, checked his mood was sunny as well and then she returned to her torpor. Jet lay with her head in Blondie’s lap, Cherry sat on Blondie’s other side, her thigh touching the blonde’s. Ox lay with her head in Trouble’s lap. Of the older hands, just one was prowling restlessly; Tigre. Brian could see she was eager to get started, one foot almost pawed at the earth and her nostrils flared as she caught the scent of leather from inside. He went over to her and slapped her flank then tweaked a nipple hard. She sighed in pleasure and leaned against him. Immediately, Purdy who had been leaning against Legs and idly licking one of her