Naked Ambition by Sean O'Kane

bound with her face buried in the quilt and her hands behind her and her bottom raised, the slave they had been caning until urgency overtook them, remained, available and ready for whatever her owners chose to do with her.
    In the lamplight, Angel looked down at Sadia’s still-heaving breasts, the nipple rings gleaming in the light. Between her carelessly spread legs, the metal tag and the rings rested against the engorged flesh of her sex.
    “Oh, my lady!” she sighed eventually.
    “Oh, come now! It’s not that bad! And think of it this way; what you’re looking at is twenty brand new, beautiful slaves. All yours to train up and enjoy!”
    Angel lay down beside her, still on her side so that she could reach out and gently lift one of the nipple rings. Her mouth still tasted of Sadia’s cunt juice mixed with the acrid taste of the metal she hadn’t been able to avoid getting into her mouth when she lapped and licked deep into the cunt. It had been just as she had imagined.
    “It’s not really ownership, it’s just a contract that I’ll accompany him at club events.”
    “All the same….” Angel grumbled. She was perfectly used to having to share her lady with someone else, she knew Sadia enjoyed shagging a man from time to time. But to have her nose literally rubbed in it was hard to take.
    “Oh, come on Angel! I’m the one wearing the damn things! And believe me they do some fabulous things to the slaves they’ve got there. You should come along one day!”
    Angel just grunted and rolled onto her back. Sadia turned onto her side and put her hand between her legs.
    “Let’s cane this bitch some more. And this time we’ll put her head between those gorgeous legs of yours and she can lick you out while I beat her.”
    Angel had to admit it was a pleasing prospect. And at least wearing the rings didn’t seem to have altered Sadia’s appetites in any way. She sat up and crawled to the bottom of the bed, then manoeuvred herself until she was sitting with her legs on either side of the slave. Then she lifted the hooded head and wriggled closer until her cunt was touching the slave’s lips. Immediately her tongue came out and began to lick and explore blindly.
    Sadia stood at one side of the bed, swishing a cane.
    “Ready?” she asked.
    “Ready!”
    Sadia swung the cane in hard and the slave jumped in shock, her cry fanning Angel’s lust-swollen lips delightfully. She put her head back and closed her eyes the better to savour the full sensual experience, gripping the hood and pressing the head to her groin.
    “Harder, my lady!”
    Sadia was only too glad to comply and Angel’s heart leapt at the sound of the cane smacking into the slave’s buttocks.
     
     
    The training became even more rigorous. Amelia did her best to cope with the extra demands it made on her as she admired the way the regime had changed her body. She was actually more curvaceous now that some fat had been trimmed off round her waist and the hard exercise had left her limbs well shaped without being overly sinewy. The increase in her pectoral strength had helped her breasts which retained their pretty uptilted shape, but were now more prominent. Her bottom was higher, tighter and more pert. In short she felt more womanly than ever before. The constantly worn marks of her owner’s whips only added to her pride in her attractiveness.
    And loving the bodies of her sisters and being loved by them only increased her sense of her femininity. But running through her mind, and the minds of most of the slaves, she reckoned, was that the arenas meant men! The Girl Squad had some male guards and sometimes they would play with and fuck the slaves. But at an arena, they all knew that in the evenings after the games, they would be hired out for guests to play with in dungeons and there was only one thing a slavegirl needed after a thorough beating and suspension or bondage and that was a good hard cock.
    On some evenings the guards – male and