THE GLADIATOR by Sean O'Kane

guards’ barracks and woke them, making up a story about having been sent to fetch Blondie by the boss and finding her gone. It didn’t matter what she told them, she herself would be long gone before Mark or Conor found out the truth.
    She skirted round the house, climbed into one of the jeeps and made for the airfield, where a bribed pilot, who she had put on stand-by earlier that night, was waiting to fly her out by helicopter. The three copters stood in a row at the far end of the field and in the second one along she saw the silhouette of a man. Her heart leaped; she was really going to do it! It had been so easy in the end, now all she had to do was set herself up somewhere far away and find a new master. Mark could play with Blondie all he liked from now on; once he had caught her.
    She climbed into the cabin eagerly, turned to slam the door and when she settled back, a forearm as hard as steel pinned her to her place.
    “’Evening Patti,” Ali said, leaning across from the pilot’s seat. “You’re wondering where Bob is I expect. Well let’s say I topped your bribe and now it’s me who’s going to fly you out of here. But where to? That’s the question isn’t it?” He chuckled. “I think you’re going to like it Patti....eventually. And I’m going to like the price you’re fetching.”
    She twisted her head and looked at him in dismay. “No, please Ali. Don’t sell me.....I’ll do anything!”
    “I know. And you do it very well. In fact if I wasn’t in a hurry, I’d have you on your knees right now and your pretty mouth round.........”
    “Yes, I’ll do it Ali. Let me suck you and then let me go!” she pleaded.
    “No chance. It’s too late anyhow. You want to face your master and Conor after letting Blondie escape? And don’t worry, you’ll be thanking me for this in a few months’ time.”
    With his other hand he produced a pair of handcuffs. Patti struggled as best she could but he was wiry and very strong. Soon her hands were cuffed together in front of her and a leather strap bound round her waist and tied at the back, kept her pinned in the seat. Binding her must have reminded Ali of some of the sessions he had had with her in the past, because before he went into the pre-flight checks, he opened her shirt and stroked her freshly whipped breasts until she couldn’t help giving a despairing groan of pleasure.
     
    With only one brief halt where they changed to a light aircraft at a small airfield where Ali was obviously known as no one made any comment about his carrying a bound female passenger, they flew for hour after hour. And eventually, in broad daylight they were flying low over what had to be English countryside and eventually landed in a field by a huge Victorian house and two large men came to greet them.
    “Welcome to your new home Patti,” Ali announced. “You are now the property of one of Europe’s top SM palaces.” He favoured her with his grin again. “The boss would’ve been so mad with you that he’d have sold what was left of you to a Marseilles stew. This way, you’ll get all the slavery you can handle and fetch the kind of price a woman like you should fetch.”
    A few minutes later, Patti Campbell discovered she was now a Housegirl at The Lodge, the most discreet and expensive gentleman’s club in England. She stood in an opulently furnished office before a man called Mr Carpenter. Beside him stood Ali and an odd man in an absurdly brocaded waistcoat who was called only Dandy. In front and to the left of the huge leather desk, in a regency chair, sat a tall Russian woman who she had been told to call simply Madame. Patti’s arms were being held by the two immensely strong and silent men who had escorted them to this room - and she was naked.
    A cheque passed from Carpenter to Ali who nodded amiably at her and then left, saying to the other men that he would make his peace with his current bosses by pointing out that in spiriting Patti away he had at