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The finale of a show at a modern arena.
The next morning Brian watched her win her heat of the single pony races. If she didn’t win the final, he decided, he would be dining on deep fried hat that night. The chariot racing which followed in the arena was some of the best he had seen with plenty of scrapping between the teams and close finishes. Along with the rest of the crowd, once they had got their breath back from that, he made his way back to the race track and watched the tall brunette pull her wiry little driver to an easy victory by two lengths in her final. He had been too late to place a bet before her odds shortened but felt he could forgive her that.
Finally he and Susanne settled down after lunch to watch the finale. The Proteus stable had built up a sufficient lead to be declared the winners before it started and so the whole thing could be enjoyed by the crowd purely for the sport of it. Whilst everyone had been watching the final pony racing and then taking lunch, hoses had been played over the arena floor until it was nothing but sandy coloured ooze. At one end the ground rose slightly and this had been left dry. At places along the perimeter fences and from the whipping posts that had been erected in the centre of the arena, various types of whips and crops had been hung.
When the starting pistol sounded the gates at the wet end of the arena swung open and both stables’ girls were herded in whilst at the other end, the men from both stables filed in and stood on the dry ground. They were all naked and very clearly ready for action. Some of the cocks on view sported leather strapping round them. Some of them were pierced at the helm and some had barbells going through the shafts.
There were over two hundred naked women herded into the arena and barely forty men at the far end.
The crowd waited with bated breath to see what would happen next. Normally there was a specific conflict set up between the two squads of slaves but here there didn’t appear to be an obvious one, the girls jostled and pushed as they were urged out onto the arena floor but there didn’t seem to be any clear conflict scenario. However, the organisers knew their slaves well and knew that any arena slave, would fight a girl from an opposing stable tooth and nail, in spite of the lashings and abuse she took from her own stable, to which she would be fiercely loyal. They also knew that by the end of a Games, they were desperate for as much cock as they could get.
For a second the crowd could see the first of the slaves hesitate when they came to the mud but then watched as they did the maths and realised that not only were the opposing stable’s slaves their deadliest enemies, every single other female, from either side, would try to stake her claim to a good seeing to by the limited number of cocks available. And with an ear splitting shriek the crowd of naked females surged forwards, grabbing weapons from wherever they could and simultaneously began to fight with slaves from the opposite stable and then with their own stablemates. Meanwhile the women in the crowd added their scream of excitement as the cameras lingered over the lengths of manhood on offer.
Brian grinned in appreciation of the spectacle as the tide of naked femininity began to turn into gleaming, chocolate coloured monsters as they wrestled and grappled with each other, falling and slipping in the thick ooze.
Anna Chatham’s life is suddenly ripped apart and her catastrophic fall from fame and fortune to criminal takes only a few days. And in the Britain that she knows, some twenty years in the future, when a pretty girl is condemned for anti-social behaviour, it can mean only one thing. In his relentless drive towards power Clive Mostyn has steered through slavery legislation. Anna Chatham now faces fifteen years as the legal property of an arena. But there is a sinister purpose at work behind her downfall and as she learns to submit to her Masters, a devastatingly cruel plot is revealed. Page-turning action as always as Sean takes us to the climactic Demolition Derby – the arenas’ latest and harshest test for its slaves.
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Sean O’Kane came to writing erotica via various routes. He was a successful author in other fields before the erotic bug bit him.
Since first appearing in the Silver Moon canon he has written several best-selling titles and ‘Bound for Glory’ is the ninth novel in the acclaimed Arena series. Readers have kindly supplied him with a lot of feedback over the course of the series and even suggested ways in which the various plot lines might develop. He is very gratified by this proof of his books being enjoyed. In the erotic genre, that degree of reader feedback is rare!
He has another Arena novel planned but after that is not decided in which direction he might turn.
Sean lives a full life beyond his hours at the computer. He is keen on gardening and cooking as well as reading – he likes to see what everyone else is up to! He has many friends on the SM scene and is proud to class Francine Whittaker as being among them.