Naked Ambition (2 page)

On the training ground the slaves were allowed water and then rest while the guards took about half an hour to haul out the log by tractor and shackle the rope to it. Then they arranged the two lines of slaves with their wrist cuffs clipped to the rope up by their left or right shoulder – depending on which side of the rope they stood. Angel conducted operations from up on the balcony; there was still some very fine wine left over from lunch so Sadia had persuaded her to stay.

At length, when all had been made ready, she gave them a speech through a loud hailer.

“Listen up you lucky bitches! In three weeks you’re going up against a stable that knows you’re good! There’ll be no element of surprise this time. Right now their stable will be giving them hell so that three days against you lot will be a stroll in the park. I know you’re tired. I know you’re hurting. And I know you’re going to be lashed into setting a record for dragging that bloody log. Want to know how I know? Well I’ll tell you. I’ve given orders that studded whips are going to be used unless the record’s broken on the first run. So pull you lazy bitches!”

She blew her whistle and as Sadia came to stand close beside her, the pull got underway.

“Oh, yesss!” Sadia sighed as she watched the guards throw themselves into lashing the last strength out of the slaves. It was hard, cruel beating and she loved it. She reached around Angel and caressed her left breast through the crisp linen of her shirt. Down below, the log had begun to move but there was no let up in the whipping. Some of the slaves were almost lying along the ground, they were hauling so hard. No one had any doubt that Angel meant what she had said. The record had to be broken.

Sadia nuzzled her lover’s neck, licking the salt sweat from her skin as she resolutely studied her stop watch.

Slowly the huge log began to slide more easily. Some of the slaves began to cry out in their exertions and their cries mingled with the grunts of effort from the guards as they swung the whips.

“Mmm! Is that not the very heart and soul of absolute power?” Sadia murmured. “All that suffering and effort just to please me and make me rich!”

“Yes, my lady.” Angel’s eyes never left the watch, even as her mistress’ hand slid down to stroke the front of her jodhpurs. Down on the training ground the noise was increasing as the end of the run came in sight. The guards were throwing leather at the slaves as hard as they could and the smacks and cries grew louder and louder.

Angel shivered as Sadia’s finger stroked her clitoris through the material of the jodhpurs. The eroticism of power burned through both women and as the leading guard called out the end of the run, Angel’s finger clicked off the watch and she turned to kiss her mistress, opening her mouth wide to allow the woman’s tongue to penetrate her. But Sadia hadn’t lost all control and pulled back after a few seconds.

“Well?” she asked.

Angel glanced down. “Three seconds faster than the old record!” she called out. There was ragged cheering from below.

“Standard whips to be used on the return run!” she added to groans from the slaves who might have hoped for a rest. As people ran to obey her she turned back to her mistress and dropped to her knees, burying her face in Sadia’s skirt and holding her to her by her buttocks.

Sadia looked down and stroked her thick blonde hair. “Early to bed tonight. We need to think of more ways to put those bitches through all the seven circles of hell. I don’t mean to lose this event!”

They had one of the solo fighters delivered to Sadia’s bedroom later on. She was a tall, graceful creature with fair skin and a long, lustrous pony tail of black hair protruding from the back of the thick leather hood that left her only her nose and mouth free. The solo fighters were the aristocrats of the arenas, they usually fought duels and raced in single pony traps or competed in pursuit running. Only in the final spectacular would they be subsumed into the melee. Angel had broken with tradition by racing them in the six-slave chariots in their first games; a trick she knew wouldn’t work twice.

Angel ran her hands over the soft, silky flesh of the slave as she hung over Sadia’s bed, her wide-spread ankles shackled to chains hanging from a winch. She let her fingers trail across the swells of the buttocks and the breasts and the taut length of the thighs. She was kneeling naked on the bed behind the girl and pressed her own breasts against the slave’s buttocks, rubbing the nipples and sighing in pleasure, at the same time as she felt the heat from the candle. Below her the slave gave a soft gasp as the candle, which was stuck into her cunt dripped a little more wax onto her. The flickering light it gave out was the only illumination and by it Angel could see Sadia standing by the window, a warm night wind was blowing the long lace curtain against her nakedness and she could see every curve of her adored lover’s body.

She was gazing down at the training ground and the stockade, patrolled now by two or three sleepy guards. The barracks were dark and silent. But Angel knew the pressures of running such a large enterprise didn’t stop with the setting of the sun, and she knew that in the morning she was going to have to add to Sadia’s problems. There had been a couple of phone calls late on in the day. But for now….

She got off the bed and went to stand close behind her lover, pressing her breasts against Sadia’s back and running her hands down her smooth flanks, then diving them forwards to run her fingers through the soft fleece of pubes at her delta, still wet from Angel’s tongue and her own discharge at orgasm.

Angel nuzzled Sadia’s neck. “Come back to bed and whip this bitch with me,” she whispered.

Smiling, Sadia allowed herself to be led back and took up a long tailed flogger while Angel snuffed out the candle and tore it from the mound of wax it had built up along the slave’s labia, before tearing off the mound itself.

“I bet the silly bitch won’t thank me for having saved her from being waxed by the grooms for a few days,” she said as she stood back, the slave’s body still trembling in the aftermath of the unexpected pain.

Sadia laughed as she swung the whip and Angel was happy to see her relax. The slave’s body convulsed and curled in shock again but then Angel reached out and steadied it by grasping the erect nipples so that Sadia should have a steady target.

The two dominants enjoyed the therapeutic hiss and smack of the whip as it landed between the long thighs, time and again in a steady rhythm that eventually brought a shuddering groan of release from the slave. Sadia stopped the beating and ran the tails through her hand while Angel leaned in and lapped at the puffy labia, savouring the juices the whip had fetched forth and sucking at the hardened clitoris, standing eagerly to attention and demanding more punishment.

Sadia came to kneel behind the slave and leaned forward to kiss Angel, tasting the slave from within her mouth.

“Take her down,” she whispered thickly.

Angel leaned over to the head of the bed and took the control unit, pressing the control to lower the chains. Motors whined and the suspended body was gently delivered to the bed; Sadia guiding it down to lie on its back, hands still secured under it.

While Angel unshackled the slave’s ankles, Sadia was buckling on the thickest strap- on in their extensive collection and while she tidied away the chains by raising them again, Sadia threw herself onto the prone slave and began fucking her in a frenzy of urgency, grinding her clit against the hard rubber as she did so.

Angel took something from the bedside cabinet beside her and knelt above the bucking bodies on the bed; the slave was thrusting back at her owner as hard as her owner could ram into her. Angel knelt facing Sadia’s bottom and leaning forward, she parted the cheeks and located the pre-lubed head of the solid glass dildo at Sadia’s anus, then she pushed and grinned as the first ball disappeared easily into the rectum, causing Sadia to yell and buck with even greater fervour. She pushed again and the second, slightly larger ball was suctioned smoothly in. Sadia was grunting now and her thrusts became violent slams. The slave began to moan urgently. Angel pushed and twisted once more and the final two balls entered Sadia, leaving Angel enough to hold onto while she gently eased the thing in and out while Sadia bucked with ever greater frenzy.

At last both bodies reached a crescendo of slamming against each other and slave and owner locked into the equality of orgasm. Then Sadia slumped forwards and moaned feebly as Angel extracted the dildo before lying down beside the two fragrant and sweat-streaked bodies. Sadia’s face was resting on one of the slave’s heaving breasts. She opened her eyes and grinned at Angel.

“Fuck it from the back while I wax its tits,” she whispered.

It took only a few moments to unbuckle the strap-on from Sadia and buckle it onto Angel, the thick shaft glistening and scented with the slave’s discharge. Then the slave was knelt up and Angel knelt behind her, holding her by the shoulders while Sadia whipped the breasts until she judged they were properly sensitised for the wax. Bending the pliant body away from her with one hand, Angel located the head of the dildo at the slave’s anus and then began a steady thrust. The practised orifice put up relatively little resistance and soon Angel could hold the slave tight against her and rub her own clit on the shaft as it steadily buggered the warm, soft body she held tightly against her, cupping the soft breasts carefully, so as not to get the wax on her fingers.

Sadia knelt in front of them and as Angel looked over the slave’s shoulder, tipped the candles slightly so that blobs of wax could land first on one breast and then on the other. The body lurched against Angel as the heat came as a shock to the hooded slave. And she could feel the anguish as the heat intensified for a few seconds before it dissipated. And she could feel the tension in the body as it waited for the next bolt of bright pain to explode into its darkness.

Once she was sure that the slave was going to behave herself and obediently thrust her breasts forwards for Sadia, Angel let her hands run down to the beginning of the cleft of her sex and find the clitoris. It was still erect and hard from its whipping and the subsequent orgasms. Angel gently rubbed it as she ground herself against the dildo and pumped it into the slave’s backside. She began to moan even as Angel felt the first stirrings of her own orgasm.

Sadia increased the tempo of the waxing. The slave jerked and trembled against Angel, who rubbed the girl’s clit relentlessly and harshly.

Hot wax hit both nipples at once and the slave climaxed just as Angel found her own release and the room echoed once more to the combined shrieks of orgasm.

Chapter Two

Carlo Suarez put the phone down and smiled broadly.

“I could almost feel sorry for milady’s Girl Squad,” he said.

Brian Holden looked up from downloading one of the CSL slave’s latest performance stats onto the reader that would update her implanted chip.

“Why?” he asked, a small buzz of alarm running through him. He hadn’t told anyone that Amelia – his ex sub and onetime CSL groom - had run away to become a slave in that stable.

“That was Craig Maddox, the Orange trainer. They want to hire in Blondie, Ayesha, Beast, El Tigre, Ox, Trouble, Fiji and Jet for the next show – which is against Sadia’s stable.”

Tony, the third of the CSL trainers let out a low whistle. “That’s big money! I mean seriously big money!”

For a moment Carlo looked thoughtful. “You’re right,” he said. “And I wonder if they’ve got it all themselves.”

“You mean someone’s lending them some, just to put Sadia’s lot in their place?” Brian asked.

“Could be. They’re all big impact players. Okay, so Blondie, Jet and Ayesha can run as well as any and fight better than pretty well anybody, but mainly they’ve gone for whip fodder,” Carlo said thoughtfully. “Beat the crap out of them over the first two days and let the third take its course? That could be the tactic. Oh well, not our problem. And I can feel that new Ferrari coming on!” he gave his infectious grin and stepped out of the office into the stableyard to take two of CSL’s other slaves up to the indoor arena for training.

CSL was the only stable on the circuit that didn’t have its own proper arena. Instead it specialised in producing high class stock for other stables to hire in for specific reasons. It had two of the best slaves in the world in Blondie and Ayesha and the cost of hiring them both plus another six was astronomical.

Brian thought that Carlo was probably right. Several of the owners must have combined resources in an attempt to avenge the defeat of the Bakhtar stable in the Girl Squad’s shock debut. The Countess’s Girl Squad – the one and only female run stable on the circuit - was going to get pounded. In his mind’s eye he saw Amelia, bloodied but defiant, struggling to her feet again and again, before going down to certain defeat. He dearly loved how she looked after a good session of punishment, but he wasn’t sure he was happy with the picture his imagination was cooking up.

Sadia put her breakfast coffee cup down and couldn’t prevent it rattling slightly against the saucer as her hand shook.

“How did you find this out?” she asked.

“I make sure I keep my ear to the ground. I’m afraid there’s no mistake. Someone’s ploughed in a fortune to make sure our bitches get trashed. With some of the talent they’ve hired in to put alongside a decent enough squad anyway, we might have to sell some of our livestock afterwards. They might be that badly damaged!”

Sadia rubbed her forehead with one hand and irritably waved away the guard who was delivering a morning beating to a naked slave tied to a whipping post beside them. He bowed and left, leaving the delightfully marked squad girl gasping and shuddering in the wake of an orgasm.

“And I’m afraid it gets worse,” Angel went on reluctantly.

“Go on,” Sadia looked up, her face set and determined.

“We’ve got twenty fewer slaves than most of the stables, so we’ve got no spares or substitutes. That means that all our stock are going to be knocked to hell and back after these games and then they’ve got to come back here and face another games in only a few weeks’ time. They’ll get creamed all over again! And if there is a consortium out to get us, there’s nothing to stop them hiring in CSL stock for those games as well!”

“They’re out to destroy us,” Sadia said flatly.

“Yes.”

“What do you suggest……oh take that bitch away!” Sadia snapped and a guard stepped forwards to release the beaten slave from her post, against which she had been trying to rub herself to orgasm again.

“I need those extra twenty slaves! I told you we were too tightly stretched! Okay we got away with it once, but that’s all. They’ll pound us at the Orange team’s arena and then……well I don’t want to think about what they’ll do to us here!”

“I told you, Eric won’t stump up for any more!”

“Eric will stump up for anything you want if you fuck him!” Angel retorted.

For a moment there was a tense silence between the two women.

“Anything else?” Sadia asked coldly.

Angel sighed. She hadn’t wanted it to come out like that, but there just was no alternative. Eric, their banker, was besotted with Sadia. And if opening her legs for him was the only way they could get more slaves out of him, then Angel would hold her down for him. Sadia had just realised that and the realisation had come as a nasty shock.

Angel took a deep breath and went on. “I think the president ought to suddenly discover that there is a serious labour dispute on the arena site, which could set back the date of our first home fixture by weeks or even months.”

“He isn’t going to like that.”

“He’ll like it less if the stable has to close, or becomes a laughing stock.” She paused for a moment. “If necessary I’ll fuck him.”

There was a further silence and then Sadia put her head back and laughed.

“Very well then,” she said when the laughter had died. “We fight back with our cunts first and with our bitches second! But no; I will fuck the president as well. Your job is to get our existing stock into the best shape you can. An honourable defeat is better than an embarrassing walkover.”

Angel relaxed and high fived her employer and lover across the table.

“Seriously, I need at least twenty more,” Angel said as they rose from the table.

“And you shall have them,” Sadia assured her, linking arms with her. “And that damn president doesn’t know how lucky he’s going to get!”

Angel stopped suddenly, frowning in thought. “How much have we got in the kitty right now?” she asked.

“Some. Why?”

“They haven’t hired in the whole of CSL, so why don’t we see what we can afford? As you said, we’ll probably still get beaten, but we might avoid getting massacred.”

By late that afternoon Sadia was ensconced in the president’s private office. With them was the general secretary of the country’s construction, transport and municipal workers. In effect he was the second most influential man in the country. Some said he was considerably more than that.

For the moment however, he was content to stand by one of the tall windows and allow the president and the countess to talk.

“I cannot pretend that you do not disappoint me, Countess,” he was saying having listened to Sadia’s update. “However, I can see the logic in having a delay before the first event at our own arena. How about you, Leonid?”

The union man turned from admiring the view of the state brothel and its magnificent grounds, in which two or three pony girls were being drilled on the lunge rein.

“Indeed. It is disappointing,” he said. “But unavoidable. Better to wait and improve the odds on being successful than to rush in and look foolish. However…….”

“Yes,” the president broke in, sitting back and steepling his fingers beneath his chin. “However, Sadia, there is a lot of money at stake. Leonid’s men will have to be paid while they are on strike.”

Sadia nodded. She and Angel had been through this before she had left. “For the first two home games; win or lose, we will pay 50 per cent more to the government than originally agreed.”

The men both nodded but then the union boss spoke again. “I am afraid I can foresee some restlessness and maybe even civil disorder towards the end of the two months you are asking for. Many of the men have been looking forward to watching the games; they have paid heavy taxes to fund the arena………” Again he left his sentence hanging.

Sadia nodded again. This had also been anticipated. “For the final fortnight before the games, we will allow a fixed number of men access to my bitches each day. It will be for sex only, however. They must understand that anything else is out of the question that close to an event.”

The two men looked at each other.

“I can sell that, provided the strikers get front row seats,” the general secretary said.

“Agreed,” Sadia replied.

The president smiled and relaxed. “Good, now that that’s settled, there’s just the matter of ourselves. Our disappointment is deeply felt, my dear lady, and I’m afraid it must be addressed.”

Sadia stood up and shrugged off her jacket, then began to unbutton her blouse. The two men removed their jackets. When she had taken her bra off, and her large, pale breasts with their wide areolas and pinkly erect nipples swung free on her chest, the president reached for them, his big hands clasping and clawing harshly into the soft flesh, making it bulge through the gaps between his fingers.

He spent a few moments just feeling the succulence of her body before he stepped back.

“Get your skirt off,” he said curtly. “You’ll take me first and then Leonid. Whichever hole we choose.”

Sadia nodded as she unzipped the skirt and began to push it down her thighs, she could hear the thickness of excitement in the president’s voice and knew that if she just took a couple of quick ones over the desk, then she would have bought time for the Girl Squad to fully measure up to the requirements of the arena circuit.

“And then my bodyguards,” Leonid added as he came closer, smiling grimly.

Sadia turned to the president in alarm.

“Good point, Leonid,” he said, coming closer. “Those boys were really looking forward to the first games. Mine were too!”

She hadn’t bothered with wearing knickers and was now standing in only her high heeled shoes. Before these large and clothed men, she began to feel uncomfortably vulnerable. She wished she had brought Angel with her – or even let her take the gang bang that was so surely coming – but she banished the thought. Angel had some real problems with men; she didn’t. She could take cock quite happily, it was just that this afternoon it looked as though she was going to take a lot more cock than she had for a very long time. She had passed the bodyguards in the corridor outside, some fifteen or sixteen, big men.

“Your choice, Mr President,” the general secretary offered with a sardonic smile.

“Thank you, Leonid. I shall take the cunt I think. I hope that won’t inhibit your choice of hole?”

“No. I am quite happy with the arse and after that I don’t think the boys will be bothered about her being a bit sloppy.”

Sadia had been backed up against the desk by this time and could feel the edge digging into her buttocks. All her life she had been a sexual predator, desired by others and using it to her advantage. They came as grateful supplicants when she deigned to allow them use of her body. Never had she been talked about as though she was one of her own slaves. She knew slaves’ cunts got wet when they were abused in this way but her own felt ominously dry. It was time to take a lead and make sure she didn’t suffer any more than she had to. She parted her legs and put her hands between them. One rubbed frantically at her clitoris, the other delved up inside her to try and stimulate her inner tissues.

The men began to strip off their jackets as they watched her with blatant lust. Sadia saw that her action had instantly hardened them into full erection and the sight came to her rescue. She felt herself begin to respond and knew that she could cope easily enough from then on.

The president had her from behind, bent over the desk. His big hands mauled her buttocks and hips as he thrust in and out. It was the most impersonal and somehow the most scornful fuck she had ever had. For once she felt worthless and shamed by the sperm that oozed from her as he withdrew. She bit her lip however and determined to endure. Her stable’s future was depending on this afternoon’s work, but when she got back, she would make one of her slaves’ life a living hell. She felt the men change places behind her and then the secretary’s fingers were scooping out the juices from her cunt and spreading them around her anus. Then she felt him lodge himself at that entrance and begin to push. That wasn’t so bad. She was partial to anal penetration by cock or dildo and she even managed to enjoy the buggery a little bit. While she was being taken however, she could hear the president summoning the bodyguards and explaining the forfeit she was paying. She heard them approach the desk as she tried to concentrate on the pleasant sensations in her rectum and the piles of paper in front of her eyes. But suddenly her hair was grabbed and she was swung round - even while the secretary continued to bugger her – until she was across a corner of the desk. And then in front of her reared up another cock. A big one. Sadia was proud of her skill as a fellatrice – and it was that cold a feeling, just pride; she didn’t take a passionate pleasure in it – she was aware that most men were putty in the hands of a good cocksucker and in the past she had sealed many a deal with a deep throat. Here, however, her mouth was just being used as a convenient place to offload some spunk. But just at the moment she had to deal with it somehow.

She tried to close her mind down and just open her mouth. But the violence of the invasion took her by surprise and she almost choked as the massive thing plunged into her, seeking the soft caress of her throat. Sadia tried to hang onto her pride at being good at this and held the man back by pushing him away with her hands before allowing him deeper entry, but at a speed that suited her. It worked.

Behind her the secretary finished and pulled out; she assumed he had come inside her, she had been too busy at the other end to notice. She felt another cock slide into her cunt, she had no idea of whether or not she was wet or whether his ease of entry was due entirely to the amount of sperm she was leaking down there. But the entry rammed her forwards onto the cock in her mouth and was she rewarded by feeling it swell and begin to jerk. She grabbed the thick shaft to try and ease the vigour of the mouth fucking the cock’s owner wanted to give her and managed to contain him. He pulled away abruptly and she was only just able to draw breath before another man was there, getting applause and laughter from his colleagues by slapping her face with his cock. She was distracted by the man behind her coming and slamming her backwards and forwards in his ecstasy. She desperately reached for the cock in front of her face and began to masturbate it. He wasn’t having that however and her hand was slapped away and the head presented to her mouth. She swallowed and took him in, although her eyes bulged as she felt another buggery commence.