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deep inside her as it could go. Her mouth was stretched wide around the gleaming shaft, her pink striped breasts were being mauled and squeezed in just the way she loved and between her legs, Brian knew she would be clenching as hard as she could.
    CSL turned out a superb product, he thought proudly.
    For nearly forty-five minutes the group used Purdy constantly. Two of the women, in their turn, straddled her head and had her lick them out while they faced their men who were buried in her cunt to the hilt and tormented her breasts as cruelly and knowledgeably as only a woman can. The third was clearly much more submissive and was ordered to perform the useful function of licking Purdy clean after each ejaculation. Three times Brian saw the slave arch her back, her limbs shaking with the strain and even around the constant oral penetration and her tongue ring, he heard her scream of release.
    But at last the group all stood around the exhausted form hanging in front of them and straightened their clothes, the women wiping marks off their skirts, the men dabbing at damp patches where semen or cunt juice had leaked onto their trousers. Brian stepped forwards and just then the door to the courtyard opened and Raika, the pretty little Indian assistant to Patti Campbell came in.
    “Ah, just in time! Clean this one up will you,” Brian called. The girl gave her customary curtsey and came over to the group.
    “Raika was purchased at the same auction as Purdy was and is assistant groom. As a groom, she is of course senior to the arena slaves but is still subject to discipline and use by any male. Show the nice people your tits, Raika.”
    The CSL grooms all wore the uniform that Patti had designed. It consisted of kitten heeled sandals, a very short pleated skirt and a blouse knotted below the breasts. Raika didn’t hesitate in slipping the knot, letting her blouse fall open and then putting her hands behind her back and thrusting her charming breasts forwards.
    “Two of the best tits in the stable,” Brian said as the group ogled the full, firm globes riding high and prominent on the slender chest. “Take it off and go to work, please,” Brian ordered.
    Again there was no hesitation, the blouse was discarded and the group laughed in delight as they watched the inviting way the breasts shook and swung as Raika set about her tasks. She went over to the control panels and swung Purdy nearer the showers, then she took a steel high pressure hose nozzle from its rest, tested the spray and then reached between Purdy’s legs, opening the labia skilfully with one hand and jabbing the nozzle in quickly with the other. She pressed the trigger at the base of the nozzle and everyone saw Purdy jerk in shock as she was sprayed inside with cold water, the icy liquid overflowing from her in a froth of bubbles and spray. She struggled as the rod was held inside her until Raika was satisfied she was thoroughly clean, then the nozzle was replaced in its holder and the Indian girl took an ordinary bottle of shower gel from a shelf and squirted some over Purdy, then she took a wooden pole which had an exfoliating sponge attached to the end, she turned on the showers and dampened the sponge before working it over the slave’s body and getting a good lather up, she worked it hard into Purdy’s face and hair where she had acquired quite a coating of dried spunk. Satisfied with her work she returned to the control panel and pressed the ‘forwards’ control once more. Motors whined above and the naked slave was carried slowly along the corridor while showers drenched her from both sides. At the far end, Raika halted the dripping body’s progress and switched on the blowers. Immediately the room was filled with the roar of the machines and the onlookers could see Purdy’s hair tossed and blown in the gale.
    “Morning and night they would have their teeth brushed and their nails checked at this point,” Raika called across to the tourists. “But