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of his release just as Anna’s mind splintered for a second.
    And then both of them were panting and gasping in the aftermath, limbs entangled and chests heaving. Slowly Greg pushed himself up and rolled off her.
    “Shoulda let me tie you. You’d’ve howled like a banshee!”
    “No.” It was all Anna could say, she was still recovering from the climax.
    Greg was a good fuck and she didn’t trust herself to say anymore, she swallowed and cleared her throat, then levered herself up onto the side of the bed. She felt it was best to escape while she could. She was beginning to think that he might be right. If he could fuck her to the stars twice that quickly, what would it be like if she were helpless to stop him ravishing her at his will. Her treacherous mind’s eye played out a scene with her arms held above her head, her legs splayed lewdly wide and Greg, naked and muscular, thrusting into her again and again...and again. She would be helpless to stop him, helpless to prevent herself orgasming time after time.
    With almost indecent haste she tottered to her feet and found her bikini. Ignoring the wetness seeping from her cunt, she put it on and let herself out, saying nothing to Greg. But as she closed the door behind her she could envisage his cool, mocking grin.
    Back in her own room she washed and changed, then went to lunch. She had a couple more glasses of wine than usual and then went to watch some pony racing from the games being held in Africa. The screens in the viewing room projected full size, holographic images at one end of the room and she and her guests let the heat of the day outside pass as they made bets and cheered on their fancies among the harnessed and sweating slaves as they raced under their drivers’ lashes.
    Anna found herself sitting beside Alice – as nearly naked as she herself was, clad only in a three-triangle bikini.
    “How did it go with Greg?” Alice asked in an interval between races. In front of them they could see a driver bending down to unbuckle the crupper from a pony and ease the plugs from her body, prior to coating the butt plug with his stable’s preferred mixture for tormenting the pony’s rectum and making sure she made for the finish with all speed. The men in the room cheered as the slave squealed around her bit as the plug was twisted and pushed back up into her. Anna smiled a little too, she liked the sound of a slave squealing.
    “He’s pretty good!” she told her friend.
    Alice grinned widely back. “He’s amazing! Did you let him tie you up?”
    Anna shook her head.
    “Big mistake! It gets him turned on and it gets you turned on and Kerblam! he’s fucked you into outer space before you know it!”
    Anna wasn’t quite sure how to reply but was saved in any event by the pony race starting. The whips sighed and snapped across the slaves’ backs as the rigs surged away from the line. Naked thighs pumped and flesh gleamed with oil and sweat as the cameras tracked the action and the life-sized images raced across the room, seeming to disappear into the walls.
     
    Later on Greg put on an exhibition by the pool. He bound Alice up, winding rope around her upper body, pushing her barely concealed breasts through a gap between loops, taking a line between her legs and joining it to more loops taken around her buttocks. Eventually she was hauled up, her wrists tied to her ankles behind her, by passing the rope over the branch and her whole body hung about four feet in the air. To Anna’s surprise, Alice seemed quite happy and even allowed him to put a hood over her head. Then he spun her around on the end of the rope and cut her bikini off her with a large knife when she stopped spinning. There were cheers and whistles as Alice’s blonde pubes appeared once her panties had been ripped out from under the rope. When her breasts appeared they were tight and already a little darker than the rest of her skin but there was no sound of protest from under the