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well herself. The more blatantly exposed slaves, on the cartwheels and staked out on the lawns had been no less arousing. And the lack of whips had been made up for by the eager way they writhed and offered themselves for sex or whatever any of the guests cared to do to them. But the stars of the evening had been the solo gladiators who had been paraded in full harness and then stripped. And there at least the whips had been allowed. They were considered hardy enough to take as much as the two owners cared to dish out. All six had been suspended in frames and their stripes added to by Mark and the Prince, while amused banter and conversations with the guests had continued. Now finally there were the two squad captains to deal with and Patti was trailing after the crowd feeling frustrated and depressed - but mostly she was feeling jealous. She had witnessed the display the big blonde had put on at the finale and also the frenzy her stubborn refusal to give in had engendered in the onlookers. At least there she had got something for herself. Ali and Gerd had both had her from behind while they had all watched from The Owners’ box. And she had got to suck her master while the blonde underwent her final trials at the hands of Carlo and the other guards. But she had known that even while she devoted herself to delivering the most satisfying fellation she could manage, her master’s eyes were riveted on the spectacle below. And the same thing was happening again.
    While she watched sourly from the back of the crowd, the two owners took their slaves down and while the guards rubbed some feeling back into the numbed limbs they moved across to a tall frame, from the crossbar of which dangled four nooses. She knew well enough what they meant and her heart raced while her throat dried with a mixture of vicious excitement at what the blonde thing was about to be put through and envy that it wasn’t she herself who would have to suffer it.
    She found breast suspension the most frightening and the most thrilling thing she had ever experienced. She jumped as a big hand came over her left shoulder and slipped under the sheer silk of her dress to fondle her breast, sending tingles of excitement lancing through her from her hardened nipple. It was Ali. The tall black man leaned forward a little and she relaxed against him, feeling his erection at the base of her back.
    “You’re pretty jealous, eh Patti?” he said softly.
    “How can a slave be jealous? It’s up to my master what he does,” she replied, dutifully but unconvincingly.
    “All the same, you’ve had no competition in five years. But now you know if it wasn’t for Blondie there, it’d be you he was stringing up by these.” Patti felt his hand squeeze hard around her breast. “And you got to admit, she’s some competition. I’ve never seen one girl take as much as she did today.”
    Patti stayed silent and motionless as her master clipped the slave’s wrists to the back of her collar and then set about squeezing and manipulating the big, soft orbs of breastflesh into the nooses. All the while he was explaining to his audience how terrifying it was for a slave to be ‘tit hung’ but invited them to notice how compliantly she stood as he worked on her. And Patti did note the clear blue eyes of the slave looking down as she was readied, just watching her master’s hands working on her, making no move or sound. Beside her the Prince worked on his slave who was equally well behaved. And when the girls’ breasts had been settled fully and were already showing signs of constriction, the owners signalled to their men who hauled on the ropes. The crowd gasped in appreciation and the slaves cried out as the full weights of their bodies were taken by their breasts and they hung a few inches clear of the ground. Their legs kicked and their feet searched for something to brace themselves on. But there was nothing.
    The ropes were tied off and everyone stood back to admire the