“They want a Last Slave Standing challenge on the final day,” he told Brian. “And they want to hire Blondie in for it, apart from fielding her in the dressage, pursuit running and chariot racing with the other three.”Brian was running Beast on the lunging rein, her arms were held out sideways by a thin steel yoke through the ring at the back of her collar. Every so often he flicked his whip out at the backs of her thighs to keep her high stepping prettily as she ran. He surveyed the lift of her thighs critically and the heft and sway of her breasts as she trotted.“You going to let her go in for it?” he asked eventually.“Don’t see why not. No one’s had a chance to practise much for it so we’re all beginners. Anyway she’ll enjoy something new.” The journey was long and hard, after the plane trip the crates had to be transferred to a covered truck for a long drive up country. At first it was not so bad as tarmac roads prevailed but after two hours they turned off and followed a track.
