Authors: Sean O'Kane
She felt the lead tugged harder and pulled back all the harder against it.
There was a burst of scarlet pain in her darkness as a riding crop snapped home across the backs of her thighs. She reared back and twisted. She wasn’t going to go on any magical mystery tour! Already she was thinking of some way – any way- to regain her freedom.
There was another tug and Amelia planted her feet further apart and prepared to dig in. But to her surprise she felt the hood being loosened and slipped off.
To her even greater surprise, as she blinked her eyes in the light, she saw Peter Lang smiling broadly at her.
“I think we understand one another, Miss Johnson,” he said and unclipped her lead as Sadia came in.
“Exactly as I thought,” Lang told her. “Amelia here is ready to assume an entirely new role as trainer of the Girl Squad.”
Sadia came to her and took her arm as her jaw dropped in the wake of Lang’s announcement.
“Come and sit down and I’ll explain,” her owner told her.
An hour later, still trying to come to terms with the facts that Angel was now a slave and that she had been invited to take her place because she had refused to submit to Lang, Amelia’s tongue ring was cut and removed.
“Like Angel,” Lang told her afterwards, “you didn’t fully understand your own nature. She had no idea she was really a submissive, you had no idea that you were a switch – able to dominate or submit. You’ve experienced total submission and were getting restless. Inside you something was telling you it was time to move on and you’ve got the makings of a superb trainer. After all, you’ll be the only one on the circuit who’s been out on the arena floor, taking everything that comes at you.”
One of the female guards had found some clothes and with just a shirt and a short, linen skirt making her feel constrained and over-dressed, Amelia found herself sitting beside Sadia in her drawing room.
A lot of what Peter Lang said made sense, she had been feeling dissatisfied with herself and with the stable. She did have a lot of ideas about how things could be run better and she was uniquely qualified.
“But I think there’ll be times when I’ll need the other side of me let out and how will I be able to do that?” she asked, her voice still thick and her speech hesitant after so many months of being mute.
Sadia laid a hand on her knee. “I’ll be more than willing to attend to that personally!” she assured her, looking deep into her eyes. “And we’ll play with that lovely little friend of yours too. Then every now and again I’ll take you to this charming club I’m a member of and they’ll be able to satisfy absolutely any appetite at all! Trust me on this.”
Amelia felt Sadia’s hand tighten on her knee and got a stomach churning jolt of arousal as she considered being the lover of one of the owners.
“But what about Angel?” she asked, trying to get her feet back on the ground before lust swept her away.
“Mr Lang has very kindly given her to us, as well as Ayesha. Just think of it, Amelia! You’ll have both of them to deploy as you want. And the best of it is, it’ll still be the Girl Squad. Owned and trained by girls!”
“I don’t intend to interfere at all, Amelia,” Lang put in. “I shall do what I’m good at and will be out and about gathering information that might be useful to you and the stable. But I’ll be in the background and I’ll only need Ayesha and Angel on a personal basis from time to time and always with your permission being sought in advance.”
Amelia looked around her and then got up and went to the window that looked out over the training ground and the barracks.
“I’ll need to start attending some auctions for the new stock we need and a new barracks will be needed.”
“It’s all in hand,” Sadia said coming to stand at her shoulder and putting an arm round her waist.
Amelia took a deep breath. “I want Angel put into all the barracks in turn for an hour tomorrow. She’s to go in alone and all the slaves are to be free.” She looked around her defiantly. “If she’s to fight alongside them, they need to know she’s really one of them. And the only way to do that…..”
“…..Is to let them knock seven bells out of her,” Lang agreed. “And a few days in a solitary pit wouldn’t hurt either.”
Sadia raised a glass of champagne. “Here’s to our new slaves and our new trainer!”
Amelia lifted her own glass. “And here’s to the Girl Squad!” she said.