Blonde Fury (3 page)

“Let’s go,” Tom whispered and they crept away into the dark.

“The bloody fuzz turned up just as I’d got to them!” Brian Holden said as he handled the car with unnecessary roughness back out onto the North London streets.
“They did a runner and if we’d followed
them
the fuzz might have followed us
too
, so we thought it best to let them try and get away!
Then
if they make it
we can
at least
try again.
”

On the other end of the line Peter Lang was silent for a moment. “Damn!” he said at last. “If they get away we’ll have hell’s own job to find them again. But at le
ast Mostyn won’t get her. If he did he’d
put her on the open market, and on the open market she’d fetch more than even The Lodge and CSL can afford!”

“But how many others
know who they’re looking for
? That’s what we don’t know!” Brian retorted.

Lang sighed again. “We’ll just have to keep looking and hoping. Blondie’s daughter belongs with us!
She just doesn’t know it yet.
We’ve got to keep on believing we can get
her
back where she belongs.”

Peter Lang sat back in his chair and let his breath out slowly, draining away the tensions of the day. In the two months since the Proteus stable had gone public with the revelation that Ace, the biggest attraction in their stable, was a daughter of the legendary Blondie by means of IVF when she had been owned by Conor Brien in the early days of the arenas, the search had been on for the other daughter. When Carlo Suarez had retired
Blondie
from the arenas
they were not yet legitimate and it had been easy for them to disappear
.
H
e and Blondie had lived quietly, shunning publicity and fading into the shad
ows
as the arenas slowly became respectable
. But when the
ir plane had gone missing the publicity began to mount and
the Proteus stable
had played their trump card. Anna Chatham
aka
Ace, a tall athletic girl who had carved a meteoric trail across the arena skies was the daughter of Conor Brien and Blondie and they could prove it – and they had
, the Conor Brien estate had been very helpful, after all it was good publicity for the Blue stable
–
and
all hell had been let loose.
It
was known
that Blondie had given birth
after she retired from the arenas,
to another daughter in Spain, but no one could trace her. No one
, that is,
until a minor civil servant had contacted him and for a huge fee had revealed that the girl had changed her name by deed poll. Peter had been under no illusions that the man would sell his information to all the other gladiator stables but at least he had got a head start. But now the girl was well and truly spooked and would run. But where would she run to?

“Gray set us up!” Tom panted. “It must’ve been him! All the fuzz had to do was raid
Jed’s
flat and get all our IDs then bring us in! I reckon he got caught at that last demo and tried to trade us in for a let off!
I bet he’s dragged in a load of other groups too, He was the liaison after all.
He could have formed a chain of groups all using Jed
and turned the lot in
.
The bastard!”

Tom tried to keep his voice under control as they
huddl
ed together in a late night Tube
carria
ge
heading for
St Pancras and the Eurostar, it was the fastest way out of the country
. Their only hope was that Jed hadn’t kept files of the new passports and their new names
, the p
olice would get them off the machine
o
f course,
even if he hadn’t,
but it might take just enough time to give them a window
of opportunity
. Sophie had had a hunch that the airports were too obvious and too dangerous,
but
t
ravelling as foot passengers on
a train might just get them away under the radar
.

“But who were
those other men
then? I thought they were the filth but they didn’t act like them and they legged it almost as fast as we did!” Sophie asked.

“Christ knows! And why did they call you by that other name?” Tom replied.

Sophie went quiet. She had never told him about her parents and he had accepted her hatred of the arenas as part of her political stance.

“Don’t know,” she managed and was grateful when they could get off and head for the
Euros
tar
. She had had a very uncomfortable thought; apart from the police, the only other people who might know of her birth name were the arena owners. And they were the ones who had abducted her mother and enslaved her
. And they had employed her father as one of their slave trainers.

Chapter Two.

Newcastle-upon-Tyne 2035

It was going to be a big three days. The Proteus stable had come north to take on the Tykes in a show that would bring the region to a standstill. It would also ensure that Greville Lloyd MP – a staunch supporter of Clive Mostyn - would be re-elected
in the forthcoming bye
-election
as the party was generously sponsoring the games.
In addition it was being rumoured that
e
veryone who signed a postal vote for Lloyd at the games could get 50% off the cost of any
slave
girl they chose to play with for any one night during the games.

There was going to be a Demolition Derby after the finale, the corporate hospitality suites were sold out, the arena, the circus and the pony racing circuit were all sold out too. No one wanted to miss seeing Ace, not now that she was officially recognised as the daughter of none other than Blondie herself. There had been some muttering when it was revealed that she was not available for hire in the dungeons during the evenings, but was instead being reserved for corporate entertainment, but the 50% reduction in t
he charges, as part of an entirely unofficial offer of course,
had gone a long way to soothe
ruffled feathers
.

In the Morris household on the Saturday morning
on which the games were about to start,
Mrs Ann Morris unlocked the cage door and let the slave out.

“Get the tea and bring it up, slut,” she said before yawning and going back up to the bedroom. The girl would obey of course
, she knew that they would play with her once she brought the tea up and the chip saw to it that she couldn’t – just couldn’t – do anything other than everything she could to get anoth
er orgasm. It was
a
beautiful
arrangement
. Ann
had had her doubts at first and
hadn’t been at all sure about having the girl in the house. But it wasn’t like having another person at all, as it turned out. The slut was just a toy, a delicious sensual toy
, which
could be picked up and put down again at will,
and Ann and George’s sex life had improved beyond all recognition.

She and George had not had much sex for several years. He had been working hard to build up the business and she hadn’t really fancied it much
in any case
, certainly not enough to pester him for it. And then suddenly, when
,
as he put it, their pockets were nicely lined, he had suggested they buy a slave. Ann had
been shocked and was forced to recognise that although she had
kept herself reasonably trim
and fit
she would
in no way
measure up to a nineteen or a twenty-year old and had said as much.

“Ok, then I’ll go and start playing around shall I?
I’ll start going to clubs and staying out all night.
I’ve worked bloody hard, Ann,
and I want to enjoy life again,
” he had said. “And think of it this way, i
f we get a slavegirl you’ll at least know where I am
and who I’m shagging
– and that’s the worst that can happen.”

“And what’s the best?” she had wanted to know.

He came and sat close beside her. “I’ve been speaking to a few
guy
s who’ve bought them
and they say that it works wonders for a marriage.”

“How?”

“Well, you know what they say, it takes a woman to really please another woman.”

“Do they?” Ann hadn’t been in a mood to be helpful.

“Yes, they do!” George had replied sharply. “And I’ve always wanted to watch you with another woman.”

“You have?” Ann was taken aback. “In what way?”

“I’d like to see a woman go down on you. And I bet you’d get a kick out of seeing me fuck another woman!”

Ann had gaped at him. She had never even remotely considered any such thing – but now he came to mention it…

Things had gone on from there. Ann had found herself trawling through websites she had never given any thought to at all and in a few weeks had come to think that having another woman go down on her might not be so bad – it was something George had never been keen on or very good at, after all. And as for seeing him shagging another woman… well as long as the woman concerned was a slut whose life she could make a living hell if she stepped out of line
..
. And George said these chip things made them completely docile anyway so they could do what they liked with her. He had begun to show her some BDSM websites and Ann’s eyes had been properly opened for the first time in her life.

They had started to watch the games from around the world and Ann, who had previously been as scandalised as she thought she ought to be by the arenas, found she thoroughly enjoyed watching the slavegirls. They began to have sex again.

Eventually they had taken the plunge and
had entered their details on a government website and within three days had been alerted to an auction being held a few miles away the following day. Mostyn’s Law moved fast so you had to be ready to go and ready to pay when you
register
ed an interest in buying a girl.
They had attended but hadn’t seen anything that had set their pulses racing. However the very fact that they had sat and examined naked girls and watched others bidding for them had turned them both on so much that they had stopped the car on the way home and had sex at an intensity they hadn’t achieved for years.
Afterwards
Ann had slid down the tree she had been fucked up against and sat, splay-legged
on the ground
with a big grin on her face.

“If that’s how good
it is just from
thinking
about owning one
– we have
just
got to get
ourselves one
!” she said.

Lot Sixteen a week later had appealed
to them
. She was a bit on the thin side but they had learned that that was pretty standard and they
could be fattened up quickly enough. S
he had big green eyes and dark hair. Her breasts were average sized and with large, dark nipples, but as George said, they could afford to have the breasts augmented and the nipples were perfect for piercing. Her legs were a good length and looked reasonably sturdy and her bottom jutted out pleasingly
, saving on the need for any adjustment there
. She was perfect. Ann couldn’t wait to see those lovely
big
eyes brimming with tears. They got her
at
a price that was
several thousand pounds within budget and determined that she would be breast augmented as soon as possible. George had told his office he wouldn’t be in for a week and they had set about learning how to get the best from the slut. Her documentation said she was from Manchester but gave no name so they simply called her
‘slut’
. Her big eyes never showed any si
gn of any reaction to the name and
it stuck.

The girl was serving a five year sentence, but for a small fee that could be extended
or doubled
more or less indefinitely
. A
nd as long as she wa
s still in reasonable con
dition, i
f they did want to hand her back
to the authorities,
then
a small but useful amount was returned to them to put against their next purchase. That ensured the slave stock was kept in
good condition and the government could choose whether or not to release the girl or sell her on at a profit once more
, depending on her age, attractiveness, talents etc.
.