Blonde Fury II Read Free

n dalised and girly gossip which had been her only previous contact with the arenas. He was calm and matter-of-fact and she had found herself looking at his strong, competent hands, thinking of them working on smooth, vulnerable girlflesh and had shivered with lust. But she couldn’t figure out where exactly she fitted in. She had loved having some limited domination over Sophie. And while she drove, Martha’s thoughts turned again to her lovely blonde Sophie, recalling how she would lie next to her after they had made love. Sophie would prop herself up on one elbow and gently riffle and stroke Martha’s soft pubic fuzz, carefully shaved into a tidy little bush. Slowly the afternoon would wear on and the light and shadows would shift across the bedroom as Martha’s libido was revved up again by the soft, insistent fingers playing with her. And then;
    “Please may I lick you again, Martha?” And it struck Martha that Sophie had always asked permission before doing anything. Maybe it was a case of ‘like mother, like daughter’ after all and Brian was right; Sophie belonged to the arenas and , more particularly, to The Lodge.
    Eventually she had a rrived at the gates of the most secretive and exclusive SM club in the country and been allowed in. Brian had met her at the car park in front of the main house.
    “I want to show you the CSL stable before you see the rest of the place,” he had told her before guiding her quickly through a stableyard and then along paths that ran through woodland and skirted a steel building that Brian told her was the indoor training ground and then they had found the complex that housed CSL itself. It was dusk and the slaves were being given their evening feed. Everything was busy; girls dressed in short kilt-type skirts and blouses knotted up beneath their breasts dashed back and forth with steaming bowls of food. In one shed Martha glimpsed two rows of naked girls sitting on either side of a long table all tucking into their food as it was ladled out for them , in the background several men stood watch over them .
    “We used to be a small stable that trained specialists and hired them out, but now the stables are so big there’s not quite as much demand for that. Now we mainly train up squad girls for the big stables so they don’t have to bother, but we still keep a core of specialists who d o get hired out . They’re in here,” he told her, opening the door of another low building a little further along. Martha had never seen girls stabled before but here there were fifteen of them. They were chained up in their stalls but able to walk about within them. The grooms were just settling them down after their feed and a small , very attractive Indian woman was anxiously scanning a clipboard, flicking back and forth through the papers on it. She was dressed in a simple tunic in a sari-lik e fabric that stopped only a few inches down her exquis ite legs . Below it her satin smooth thighs were naked apart from her high-heeled court shoes. Martha thought she looked gorgeous.
    “Number Fifteen needs to go to the big house at nine!” she called across to one of the grooms who went to an electronic pad on the wall beside the stall door that bore the number ‘15’ on it and keyed in some numbers.
    “Thirteen is due back in the stadium for punishment at eight thirty! And Number Nine! Take them both Anthea please!” she called again and another girl acknowledged her. “ Ten and Five are wanted in the surgery in half an hour! See to it please Jane!”
    Brian had walked over to the woman who had looked up with a brilliant smile as she saw him. “Martha , this is Raika, our head groom, ” he said.
    The two women had shaken hands and Martha had instinctively felt that she could be friends with her, perhaps more.
    “Could you have Seven brought over in an hour, Raika? I want her for whipping and probably some more besides, she’s not needed for a week or two so it won’t matter if