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while I wax its tits,” she whispered.
    It took only a few moments to unbuckle the strap-on from Sadia and buckle it onto Angel, the thick shaft glistening and scented with the slave’s discharge. Then the slave was knelt up and Angel knelt behind her, holding her by the shoulders while Sadia whipped the breasts until she judged they were properly sensitised for the wax. Bending the pliant body away from her with one hand, Angel located the head of the dildo at the slave’s anus and then began a steady thrust. The practised orifice put up relatively little resistance and soon Angel could hold the slave tight against her and rub her own clit on the shaft as it steadily buggered the warm, soft body she held tightly against her, cupping the soft breasts carefully, so as not to get the wax on her fingers.
    Sadia knelt in front of them and as Angel looked over the slave’s shoulder, tipped the candles slightly so that blobs of wax could land first on one breast and then on the other. The body lurched against Angel as the heat came as a shock to the hooded slave. And she could feel the anguish as the heat intensified for a few seconds before it dissipated. And she could feel the tension in the body as it waited for the next bolt of bright pain to explode into its darkness.
    Once she was sure that the slave was going to behave herself and obediently thrust her breasts forwards for Sadia, Angel let her hands run down to the beginning of the cleft of her sex and find the clitoris. It was still erect and hard from its whipping and the subsequent orgasms. Angel gently rubbed it as she ground herself against the dildo and pumped it into the slave’s backside. She began to moan even as Angel felt the first stirrings of her own orgasm.
    Sadia increased the tempo of the waxing. The slave jerked and trembled against Angel, who rubbed the girl’s clit relentlessly and harshly.
    Hot wax hit both nipples at once and the slave climaxed just as Angel found her own release and the room echoed once more to the combined shrieks of orgasm.
     

Chapter Two
     
    Carlo Suarez put the phone down and smiled broadly.
    “I could almost feel sorry for milady’s Girl Squad,” he said.
    Brian Holden looked up from downloading one of the CSL slave’s latest performance stats onto the reader that would update her implanted chip.
    “Why?” he asked, a small buzz of alarm running through him. He hadn’t told anyone that Amelia – his ex sub and onetime CSL groom - had run away to become a slave in that stable.
    “That was Craig Maddox, the Orange trainer. They want to hire in Blondie, Ayesha, Beast, El Tigre, Ox, Trouble, Fiji and Jet for the next show – which is against Sadia’s stable.”
    Tony, the third of the CSL trainers let out a low whistle. “That’s big money! I mean seriously big money!”
    For a moment Carlo looked thoughtful. “You’re right,” he said. “And I wonder if they’ve got it all themselves.”
    “You mean someone’s lending them some, just to put Sadia’s lot in their place?” Brian asked.
    “Could be. They’re all big impact players. Okay, so Blondie, Jet and Ayesha can run as well as any and fight better than pretty well anybody, but mainly they’ve gone for whip fodder,” Carlo said thoughtfully. “Beat the crap out of them over the first two days and let the third take its course? That could be the tactic. Oh well, not our problem. And I can feel that new Ferrari coming on!” he gave his infectious grin and stepped out of the office into the stableyard to take two of CSL’s other slaves up to the indoor arena for training.
    CSL was the only stable on the circuit that didn’t have its own proper arena. Instead it specialised in producing high class stock for other stables to hire in for specific reasons. It had two of the best slaves in the world in Blondie and Ayesha and the cost of hiring them both plus another six was astronomical.
    Brian thought that Carlo was probably right. Several of the