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snapping up and then falling back. There was a collective sigh of pleasure from the onlookers as they watched her heavy breathing make her breasts continue to judder and shake.
    “I see what you mean,” one man said, leaning forwards and stroking Purdy’s inner thighs. “You could see the sinews quite clearly and the stomach muscles!”
    “An arena slave has to be fit for the bed and the dungeon as well as the arena,” Brian reminded them. “Okay, let’s go again.”
    He repeated the dose, but this time extended it to five lashes and fetched strained squeals from between Purdy’s clenched teeth as her legs tried to bicycle in the air to protect her exposed cunt which this time took two lashes full on from the narrow tip of the strap.
    “She felt those last two!” one of the men exclaimed as they watched her body swing and twist in mid air, her fingers clenching into fists about the chains. One of the women stood forward and gently stroked her stomach, flat and smooth but now marked vividly by only a few lashes of the strap.
    “She is beautiful,” she whispered, her eyes bright as her fingers trailed up to caress the breasts. “Can you do that again?”
    “Of course,” Brian agreed happily. “She’s proud to be shown off to paying customers.”
    Once again the big room echoed to heavy, fleshy smacks as Brian aimed his lashes for maximum effect. He swung down three across her breasts, making her exert her full strength by arching her back upwards to try and get her vulnerable flesh away from the tormenting lash. He waited until she slumped back and threw three more heavy strikes at her crotch, deliberately running the thin tip of the strap along the slit of her cunt and making the very end bite at her anus. The onlookers applauded her strength in managing, even in full suspension, to thrust her pelvis up to meet the final lash. Brian stood back and coiled the leather.
    “If you would like to try her….” he suggested to the man on his right.
    The man leaned forwards with a wide grin on his face and plunged his fingers between the trembling thighs. An amused and excited ripple of laughter ran round the group as they all clearly heard the squelching of a well prepared cunt.
    “She’s all yours. And when you’ve finished we’ll go and see the others training,” Brian told them and went to lean against the side of the stalls. Purdy was immediately engulfed and disappeared from view. All Brian could see were the chains shaking and swaying.
    The usual way this part of the tour went was that the men would form a queue straightaway at the slave’s head, eager to sample the feeling of her ringed tongue licking them – and indeed the queue duly formed so that Brian could see Purdy once more. The women went first to bend and examine the cunt, opening it and discussing it, rubbing the clit and exploring the body right up to – and sometimes into - the anus.
    “She knows that if she fails to give complete satisfaction, she can expect punishment, so do make sure you are as demanding as you can be. And, gentlemen, there will be other opportunities to enjoy the slaves, so feel free to ejaculate in whatever passage you want. You can try other ones later.”
    There was some relieved chat and laughter as the men were freed of the onerous choice about whether to come in the mouth or whether they should sample the cunt or rectum.
    One man immediately went for the cunt, standing between Purdy’s spread thighs, he freed a rampantly erect cock from his trousers and slipped it straight in. Brian watched as Purdy arched slightly in surprise but kept tonguing the cock that was hovering at her lips.
    “Hey, you’ve really got to try this!” the man inside her cunt called to his companions. “She is so wet! But she can grip like a vice!”
    Brian’s heart swelled with pride and he watched carefully to make sure she gave full throat service to the cock which had now driven in between her lips and was seeking release as