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owners must have combined resources in an attempt to avenge the defeat of the Bakhtar stable in the Girl Squad’s shock debut. The Countess’s Girl Squad – the one and only female run stable on the circuit - was going to get pounded. In his mind’s eye he saw Amelia, bloodied but defiant, struggling to her feet again and again, before going down to certain defeat. He dearly loved how she looked after a good session of punishment, but he wasn’t sure he was happy with the picture his imagination was cooking up.
     
     
    Sadia put her breakfast coffee cup down and couldn’t prevent it rattling slightly against the saucer as her hand shook.
    “How did you find this out?” she asked.
    “I make sure I keep my ear to the ground. I’m afraid there’s no mistake. Someone’s ploughed in a fortune to make sure our bitches get trashed. With some of the talent they’ve hired in to put alongside a decent enough squad anyway, we might have to sell some of our livestock afterwards. They might be that badly damaged!”
    Sadia rubbed her forehead with one hand and irritably waved away the guard who was delivering a morning beating to a naked slave tied to a whipping post beside them. He bowed and left, leaving the delightfully marked squad girl gasping and shuddering in the wake of an orgasm.
    “And I’m afraid it gets worse,” Angel went on reluctantly.
    “Go on,” Sadia looked up, her face set and determined.
    “We’ve got twenty fewer slaves than most of the stables, so we’ve got no spares or substitutes. That means that all our stock are going to be knocked to hell and back after these games and then they’ve got to come back here and face another games in only a few weeks’ time. They’ll get creamed all over again! And if there is a consortium out to get us, there’s nothing to stop them hiring in CSL stock for those games as well!”
    “They’re out to destroy us,” Sadia said flatly.
    “Yes.”
    “What do you suggest……oh take that bitch away!” Sadia snapped and a guard stepped forwards to release the beaten slave from her post, against which she had been trying to rub herself to orgasm again.
    “I need those extra twenty slaves! I told you we were too tightly stretched! Okay we got away with it once, but that’s all. They’ll pound us at the Orange team’s arena and then……well I don’t want to think about what they’ll do to us here!”
    “I told you, Eric won’t stump up for any more!”
    “Eric will stump up for anything you want if you fuck him!” Angel retorted.
    For a moment there was a tense silence between the two women.
    “Anything else?” Sadia asked coldly.
    Angel sighed. She hadn’t wanted it to come out like that, but there just was no alternative. Eric, their banker, was besotted with Sadia. And if opening her legs for him was the only way they could get more slaves out of him, then Angel would hold her down for him. Sadia had just realised that and the realisation had come as a nasty shock.
    Angel took a deep breath and went on. “I think the president ought to suddenly discover that there is a serious labour dispute on the arena site, which could set back the date of our first home fixture by weeks or even months.”
    “He isn’t going to like that.”
    “He’ll like it less if the stable has to close, or becomes a laughing stock.” She paused for a moment. “If necessary I’ll fuck him.”
    There was a further silence and then Sadia put her head back and laughed.
    “Very well then,” she said when the laughter had died. “We fight back with our cunts first and with our bitches second! But no; I will fuck the president as well. Your job is to get our existing stock into the best shape you can. An honourable defeat is better than an embarrassing walkover.”
    Angel relaxed and high fived her employer and lover across the table.
    “Seriously, I need at least twenty more,” Angel said as they rose from the table.
    “And you shall have them,” Sadia