Michael O´Connor - Number One Slave 2 Buch

The new Traveller´s Companion Series from Olympia Press

Number One Slave ( Part Two )

hann has been bought by an Earl for his son, who fails to see the quality and potential of this beautiful slave and cruelly mistreats her.
The Earl contrives to win her back and begins extensive training for the Sado-olympics, starting with the horrendous games and going on to enter Shann in the truly sadistic Olympics, competing against his son’s prize slave, who will do anything to stop Shann achieving her goal!
Cat fights among the slaves, cruelty from the owners, unbelievably nightmare Games and Olympics, all Michael O’Connor’s books are strong and not for the faint hearted!

From the book: ... Neither Masters nor slaves ever knew quite what challenges one of these sado-sporting events would present. The organisers were constantly devising new tortures with which to entertain their audiences. All the Masters could do was ensure their slaves were in peak condition, ready for whatever the event threw at them.
Each slave entered the steel cage that corresponded with her number. Their harnesses were checked by whip wielding stewards in dark brown uniforms and low peaked caps. Each was then instructed to bend over and spread her buttocks. Shann glanced around, hoping for a look of encouragement from her Master, but she saw only the grim face of a steward, holding a length of thin rubber tubing.
"Look straight ahead!" he barked. "Spread those arse cheeks wider! We haven’t got all day!"
Shann winced as the nozzle of the rubber tube was inserted in her anus.
The tube was attached to a two pint plastic bottle of clear fizzy liquid, dangling from a holster on the steward’s left hip. With a twist of the cap, the gaseous liquid surged up through the tube and into Shann’s bowels. She shrieked, the cold rush taking her completely by surprise. Judging by the squeals from the neighbouring traps, she was not the only one given a nasty shock.
While the slaves were being pumped full of carbonated water, the rules of the contest were explained to their Masters. It was up to them to see they were obeyed. Any breach of these rules would result in disqualification.
The shutters flew open and the fifteen slaves staggered from their traps, buttocks clenched, faces grimacing with acute discomfort. They would be forced to retain their enemas until they reached the finish line one full lap of the track later. Of course, sado-sport was not so called for nothing and their circuit of the track would prove a tortuous test.
Their first obstacle was a ten foot high wooden fence laid across the width of the track.
It was topped with fifteen skull crowned black dildos. Climbing the rails to the top of the fence was the easy part, even with bowels filled to bursting point. Each slave then had to straddle the fence and lower herself onto one of the dildos a dozen times, before diving into a mud-bath on the opposite side.
It was at this stage that the first two slaves fell out of the race in a spectacularly and disgustingly noisy fashion. Two more failed to contain themselves before the next obstacle was reached....