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are going to be used unless the record’s broken on the first run. So pull you lazy bitches!”
    She blew her whistle and as Sadia came to stand close beside her, the pull got underway.
    “Oh, yesss!” Sadia sighed as she watched the guards throw themselves into lashing the last strength out of the slaves. It was hard, cruel beating and she loved it. She reached around Angel and caressed her left breast through the crisp linen of her shirt. Down below, the log had begun to move but there was no let up in the whipping. Some of the slaves were almost lying along the ground, they were hauling so hard. No one had any doubt that Angel meant what she had said. The record had to be broken.
    Sadia nuzzled her lover’s neck, licking the salt sweat from her skin as she resolutely studied her stop watch.
    Slowly the huge log began to slide more easily. Some of the slaves began to cry out in their exertions and their cries mingled with the grunts of effort from the guards as they swung the whips.
    “Mmm! Is that not the very heart and soul of absolute power?” Sadia murmured. “All that suffering and effort just to please me and make me rich!”
    “Yes, my lady.” Angel’s eyes never left the watch, even as her mistress’ hand slid down to stroke the front of her jodhpurs. Down on the training ground the noise was increasing as the end of the run came in sight. The guards were throwing leather at the slaves as hard as they could and the smacks and cries grew louder and louder.
    Angel shivered as Sadia’s finger stroked her clitoris through the material of the jodhpurs. The eroticism of power burned through both women and as the leading guard called out the end of the run, Angel’s finger clicked off the watch and she turned to kiss her mistress, opening her mouth wide to allow the woman’s tongue to penetrate her. But Sadia hadn’t lost all control and pulled back after a few seconds.
    “Well?” she asked.
    Angel glanced down. “Three seconds faster than the old record!” she called out. There was ragged cheering from below.
    “Standard whips to be used on the return run!” she added to groans from the slaves who might have hoped for a rest. As people ran to obey her she turned back to her mistress and dropped to her knees, burying her face in Sadia’s skirt and holding her to her by her buttocks.
    Sadia looked down and stroked her thick blonde hair. “Early to bed tonight. We need to think of more ways to put those bitches through all the seven circles of hell. I don’t mean to lose this event!”
     
    They had one of the solo fighters delivered to Sadia’s bedroom later on. She was a tall, graceful creature with fair skin and a long, lustrous pony tail of black hair protruding from the back of the thick leather hood that left her only her nose and mouth free. The solo fighters were the aristocrats of the arenas, they usually fought duels and raced in single pony traps or competed in pursuit running. Only in the final spectacular would they be subsumed into the melee. Angel had broken with tradition by racing them in the six-slave chariots in their first games; a trick she knew wouldn’t work twice.
    Angel ran her hands over the soft, silky flesh of the slave as she hung over Sadia’s bed, her wide-spread ankles shackled to chains hanging from a winch. She let her fingers trail across the swells of the buttocks and the breasts and the taut length of the thighs. She was kneeling naked on the bed behind the girl and pressed her own breasts against the slave’s buttocks, rubbing the nipples and sighing in pleasure, at the same time as she felt the heat from the candle. Below her the slave gave a soft gasp as the candle, which was stuck into her cunt dripped a little more wax onto her. The flickering light it gave out was the only illumination and by it Angel could see Sadia standing by the window, a warm night wind was blowing the long lace curtain against her nakedness and she could see every curve of her adored