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crotch of his jeans ruefully as he coiled up a whip and watched Helga’s breasts sway as she mopped the stone floor.
“My balls ache from coming so much!” he said. “They are so hot when they’re all marked like that and so wet and open for you!”
Helga grinned at him.
“Oh no! Tomorrow, babe. No more tonight!” he said hurriedly.
The following day, Brian found that Mike, despite his muscular physique, was a very sensitive handler of harness and was able to put a pony into studded tack quickly and efficiently without making her cavil or rear, saving time and energy all round. Brian felt that was a talent which would come in very useful when their first intake of new livestock arrived.
Even more pleasing was the aptitude that Steve and John brought to driving. By the afternoon they were competently steering their rigs through the obstacle courses demanded by dressage events, as well as weaving their charges through specially constructed straw bale chicanes at a full gallop.
By the end of the third day, their work with the slaves in the dungeons was professional and calm and Helga’s work on her knees was not as much in demand as it had been. Each of the students put a ring through a labium and a nipple and Brian had to admit they didn’t do too badly. The raised and spread legs of the slaves only tensed and twisted sporadically as the soft flesh was pierced and the ungagged gasps as the nipples were done would not have disturbed a paying customer. Arena slaves had to pay for their keep in their owners’ dungeons as well as out on the floor of his arena. And these lads were obviously going to be very capable at handling their boss’s livestock at the same time as pleasing his customers.
The only quibble Brian had was that Helga dropped into bed with him so exhausted from having ministered to all four students that she was asleep before he could get any use out of her.
No arena slave could carry any rings anywhere on her body, it would give an opponent far too easy a target, so the following morning Brian removed the rings the students had threaded through Jet and Cherry and declared a day of rest, to allow the two slaves to recover and to allow him to widen the students’ acquaintance with arena equipment.
In one of the old barns at the back of the yard, they found a hayloft supported by reasonably substantial wooden pillars and one of these served as a whipping post to tie Helga to. She was a slightly chubby girl of medium height but with no cellulite on her sturdy thighs and breasts that rode invitingly high on her chest. As Mike pointed out, her back was an excellent one for whipping as she had quite broad shoulders but a reasonably trim waist.
Brian dug out the heavy strap-type whips that arena slaves duelled with and for a couple of hours they got used to the weight and the range of them, as well as practising a few strokes that Brian would expect them to teach the new intake. The men took their time and broke for coffee a couple of times during the morning, leaving a panting and gasping Helga to recover at the post before her next session began. He was pleased to note that although she presented a deliciously tempting sight, with her legs planted wide apart to brace herself, her back a network of pink stripes and her breasts bulging out on either side of the post, none of the students suggested using her. She had come several times but was there purely as target practise and not for their fun. Jet and Cherry served that function for the day and while Brian brewed up, the stables echoed to the laughs of the students as they casually took their pleasure with Cherry’s mouth or with Jet’s backside.
A good spirit was developing amongst them, Brian felt, as he sipped his coffee, leaning against the side of a stall and watched Steve hold Jet by her tongue lead as she was bent forwards for Alex to bugger.
From then until lunch, with one more break, they practised uppercuts to Helga’s crotch. They
“My balls ache from coming so much!” he said. “They are so hot when they’re all marked like that and so wet and open for you!”
Helga grinned at him.
“Oh no! Tomorrow, babe. No more tonight!” he said hurriedly.
The following day, Brian found that Mike, despite his muscular physique, was a very sensitive handler of harness and was able to put a pony into studded tack quickly and efficiently without making her cavil or rear, saving time and energy all round. Brian felt that was a talent which would come in very useful when their first intake of new livestock arrived.
Even more pleasing was the aptitude that Steve and John brought to driving. By the afternoon they were competently steering their rigs through the obstacle courses demanded by dressage events, as well as weaving their charges through specially constructed straw bale chicanes at a full gallop.
By the end of the third day, their work with the slaves in the dungeons was professional and calm and Helga’s work on her knees was not as much in demand as it had been. Each of the students put a ring through a labium and a nipple and Brian had to admit they didn’t do too badly. The raised and spread legs of the slaves only tensed and twisted sporadically as the soft flesh was pierced and the ungagged gasps as the nipples were done would not have disturbed a paying customer. Arena slaves had to pay for their keep in their owners’ dungeons as well as out on the floor of his arena. And these lads were obviously going to be very capable at handling their boss’s livestock at the same time as pleasing his customers.
The only quibble Brian had was that Helga dropped into bed with him so exhausted from having ministered to all four students that she was asleep before he could get any use out of her.
No arena slave could carry any rings anywhere on her body, it would give an opponent far too easy a target, so the following morning Brian removed the rings the students had threaded through Jet and Cherry and declared a day of rest, to allow the two slaves to recover and to allow him to widen the students’ acquaintance with arena equipment.
In one of the old barns at the back of the yard, they found a hayloft supported by reasonably substantial wooden pillars and one of these served as a whipping post to tie Helga to. She was a slightly chubby girl of medium height but with no cellulite on her sturdy thighs and breasts that rode invitingly high on her chest. As Mike pointed out, her back was an excellent one for whipping as she had quite broad shoulders but a reasonably trim waist.
Brian dug out the heavy strap-type whips that arena slaves duelled with and for a couple of hours they got used to the weight and the range of them, as well as practising a few strokes that Brian would expect them to teach the new intake. The men took their time and broke for coffee a couple of times during the morning, leaving a panting and gasping Helga to recover at the post before her next session began. He was pleased to note that although she presented a deliciously tempting sight, with her legs planted wide apart to brace herself, her back a network of pink stripes and her breasts bulging out on either side of the post, none of the students suggested using her. She had come several times but was there purely as target practise and not for their fun. Jet and Cherry served that function for the day and while Brian brewed up, the stables echoed to the laughs of the students as they casually took their pleasure with Cherry’s mouth or with Jet’s backside.
A good spirit was developing amongst them, Brian felt, as he sipped his coffee, leaning against the side of a stall and watched Steve hold Jet by her tongue lead as she was bent forwards for Alex to bugger.
From then until lunch, with one more break, they practised uppercuts to Helga’s crotch. They
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