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from the ring just above her bedding, coiled it up and then returned to lead her out onto the floor by crooking his finger through the ring on her collar. Then once he was in the centre of the floor he had the group arrange themselves in a semi circle in front of him while he stood behind Purdy.
    “This is Purdy, she’s been fed and groomed this morning but will have expected to be exercised with the others, so she’s probably a bit out of sorts,” he began. “She was bought at auction about a year ago and has competed in several shows since then. As you will have noticed she is not entirely typical arena stock.” Here Brian reached over her shoulders and hefted the soft and heavy mounds of breastflesh. “She is unusually big titted but that makes her good fun to watch in wrestling matches, she gives excellent value in a boxing corset and if she is strapped up sufficiently they don’t prevent her from running well in traps and chariot races. Despite the size of the tits, she is fairly slender and so doesn’t tend to get used for log pulling or whip duelling. However she does of course get used for all squad events like the general melees, assault course running, mass log pulls and so forth.”
    One of the tourists put up a hand tentatively. “I downloaded some clips of a show at the Orange team’s arena and didn’t she win the individual dressage?”
    “You’re quite right. And if you look over there, you’ll see a photograph of her with her rosette.” Brian indicated the wall opposite the stalls and a row of large cupboards with photographs stuck on the doors. The group turned to look and Brian suddenly felt Purdy’s fingers cup and gently hold his scrotum as he stood close behind her.
    “They pin the rosette directly onto the tit don’t they?” one of the tourists asked.
    “Oh yes,” Brian said. “And the slaves are very proud of them.” He felt Purdy’s fingers stroke him furtively. “And talking of tits, I promised you a look at the breast stocks later. But you’re in luck today and I think you’ll be seeing a proper punishment.”
    He squeezed a breast hard. “Purdy here’s feeling a bit frisky.”
    She arched her neck and shook her thick, gleaming mane of chestnut hair coquettishly but her fingers dropped away from him.
    The group turned back to face him as he resumed. “Now as you’ll notice, she’s in training tack at the moment, restraints at wrist and ankle and a collar with rings. Of course prior to entry into an arena all slaves are stripped completely of anything that could offer an opponent a hold.”
    “Except log pulling, they wear collars and wrist cuffs for that,” one of the tourists eagerly added.
    There was always one, Brian thought. “Exactly,sir. I think we’ll see some log pulling later on. But can I draw your attention to the distinguishing features of the CSL stable’s regime?”
    All the tourists craned forwards eagerly, it was always a high spot of the tours. He pressed Purdy’s cheeks between finger and thumb and she knew what he wanted. Obediently she opened her mouth and put out her tongue. There was an involuntary gasp and one of the women couldn’t help squeaking.
    “It’s much bigger in real life!” one of the men exclaimed.
    “It was initially Mr Suarez’s trademark when he was with the Conor Brien team but its use is becoming very widespread now. After all, with bodies like these beauties have,” he slapped Purdy’s haunch casually, “they don’t need tongues for anything apart from eating, and sucking cock of course. Which Purdy will be doing shortly.”
    “Doesn’t having a ring that big through the tongue hurt?” a woman asked.
    “They’ve never said so. But then no one’s asked. And besides by the time they’ve been branded it’s probably a stroll in the park,” Brian replied to a ripple of laughter. “No, seriously, we do use anaesthetic if the slave is conscious to ensure a good fit and a clean piercing.”
    He took his fingers