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today I’ll just brush her hair once its drier.”
    One of the men turned a questioning look at Brian and he smiled his permission back. The man beckoned Raika across and took a handful of her left breast. The small girl took it in her stride and stood quite patiently while several of the men and one of the women helped themselves. One man lifted her skirt from behind and felt underneath it.
    “She’ll be available for fucking later on,” Brian told them. “But for now let’s move on to the training ground. Raika, when you’ve got Purdy dried and brushed, put her in the tit stocks for the afternoon. She needs a proper beating.”
    Raika gave one of her brilliant smiles and calmly adjusted her skirt then bent to retrieve her blouse before turning back to Purdy.
    Brian and his party stopped briefly by the door to examine the dildo poles and see how they could be cranked up and down and they were shown the pressure pads and the dials on the sides. One of the men slid his hand up and down the shaft of one, lasciviously.
    “Just think, guys. Some of the most famous cunts in the world have graced this little beauty,” he said.
    Lunch was taken two hours later, after the guests had seen Carlo putting some of the girls through their paces at wrestling, boxing and whip duelling. While the slaves were fed in their stalls, the grooms ladling the food into troughs set low down beside the half doors at the fronts, the guests ate at a table set in the middle of the floor. The food was brought over from the main house and the grooms made themselves available during and after the meal. Some of the guests were amused to be allowed to take a spoon and help the slaves clean up the last of their meals while the grooms themselves, Raika, Anne Marie and Helga were variously kneeling under the table sucking cock or lying on top of it with their legs in the air.
    In the afternoon they watched Blondie, Jet and Blackie haul logs through the thick mud in one of the meadows. Most arenas were in warmer climates and Carlo made his slaves train in the mud so that hauling logs across the sands of the arena floors would be no more than a pleasant relief. The tourists took it in turns to wield whips and a simple lottery decided who got to whip the famous Blondie. As each slave completed a pass through the mud, Carlo tongue-tethered them to a stake driven into the firm turf above the mudpool. All the men in the party took full advantage of the bent-over stance this forced on the slaves to fuck them, being careful not to get mud from their legs on their trousers.
    The tall, legendary blonde, her arms spread wide along the slender metal bar run through the ring at the back of her collar, powered her way easily through the calf deep ooze, dragging her log behind her and hardly seeming to notice the floggings she was subjected to. Jet was nearly as fast but Blackie, the thick mane that gave her name tossing and blowing in the spring air as she was whipped, made heavy weather of it.
    “She’s not yet built up enough strength,” Brian explained as she went down onto one knee towards the end of her third pass through the mire. “Mr Suarez got her cheap because he’s convinced that after a few months of our combination of diet and training, she’ll be a very useful all round performer. As you can see she’s got good broad shoulders for taking the whip, a fair length of leg and a deep chest which should mean endurance. The big stables haven’t got the time to develop potential on an individual basis though and that’s where we come in.”
    The final treat of the day was to watch as one of the slaves, the tall, slender Legs, on that occasion, was harnessed to a trap in full studded tack. Brian took pride in showing how carefully the crotch strap was fed between the labia so that the lips pouted prettily to either side and how precisely the clitoral rasper had to be positioned. Legs was a particularly docile acquisition and even this early in her