To fight and compete and suffer in front of the eager crowds and to please her owner had been her ambition when she had run away from her job as a groom and her master at CSL. And as the anonymous Ninety-seven, kept naked and tongue-ringed, beaten and whipped daily, she was in heaven. The first inkling she and her fellow slaves had that action was imminent was when they were no longer allowed to bed down with their regular partners. Instead, at the end of each day’s training, the barracks were filled randomly and the girls were chained into bed with a different partner each night.At first she missed having Seventy-six to make love to before dropping into deep sleep, but then variety began to be the spice of life and she found that she was looking forward to tasting a different cunt every night, to feeling smaller or bigger tits against her own. Of course, once the games were over she would want Seventy-six back but for now the change was welcome and exciting.Having spent time with trainers and their stables before engineering her own abduction and enslavement, she understood what Angel was doing; she was reminding each girl of what she was fighting for.
