The first thing Carlo addressed was boxing. He had the two squads of girls lined up facing each other and strode up and down between them. "Women have been boxing since seventeen hundred," he told them. "Back then they could gouge, scratch, kick; do anything they liked. So my little refinements are pretty civilised. But the trouble is that you're all such masos that until you get used to them, they're liable to have you coming in buckets instead of fighting!" He paused by Jet and gave one of her nipples a hard twist. She whined a little through gritted teeth but held her position. His solution was brutally simple. One Squad were well trained in wearing the corsets and thongs, so while Two Squad were fitted with the garments; One Squad were fitted with the weighted gloves. Each squad lined up in front of a trestle table on which their particular equipment was piled and the guards fitted them. Tara winced as she felt the laces pulled tight at her back, and against her stomach, ribs and breasts she felt the little pins kiss her skin.
