Alfred Parkes was in his late fifties. He was a seedy little man who knew that women instinctively disliked him, which was unfortunate as he was very keen on them and rather more unfortunate for those who came within his power. As the man Zoltan Drago referred to as his "major domo" - personal assistant and accountant was a more accurate title - he was fortunate enough to have some power over Drago's slaves, though not as much as he would have liked. Still, he was lucky enough, having left Britain under something of a financial cloud, to have gained this position here. He was good with the books, when he was not falsifying them and he was far too smart to ever do that here. He was onto far too much of a good thing.

The knock on his office door irritated him until he saw Nicky come in. He quite liked this girl: she showed proper respect for him and followed orders properly rather than paying lip service to them. Of course, she still only did so because she had no choice, but even so ...

"Master, Mr. Drago has told me about his plans for breaking up the arena squad," she said, realising that he would know all about it. "I'm to go to tell the girls. They went down to the beach this morning."

"Of course, no problem," he smiled effusively at her. "Had you thought what you might wear?"

"I thought this dress would be all right," said Nicky hopefully, but not very hopefully.

"Oh dear me no, not for the beach," he said. He liked to play the part of the crusty old professor, though it wasn't convincing. "Swimwear for the beach, definitely. What about that nice little polka dot number? Pop and put that on."

"Yes, sir," Nicky said and withdrew. A couple of minutes later she returned in a very brief bikini. It was very brief indeed: the bottoms were a thong, though at least the triangle at the front was of - comparatively - reasonable size. Like most of Nicky's clothes, the costume had been chosen by Parkes or one of the other male staff and any preference the girl might have for covering up was not taken into consideration. The bra was not substantial, around half of each of Nicky's fine young breasts could clearly be seen, but even so Alfred said, "I think we can dispose of the top, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," Nicky said, hiding any disappointment she might feel, though in truth she had pretty much expected this. She took the top off and made no attempt to shield her firm boobs from his eager view. Alfred looked her up and down admiringly. He liked the lithe, trim figure, the well proportioned but not too large breasts, the trim stomach, the excellently sculpted legs. The face was very pretty too, framed by those curly dark red locks of hair and she retained a friendly, pleasant look, although he knew well that she could be a tough, determined competitor in the arena. A silver ring through each of her nipples sat comfortably on them, a clear badge of her status as an arena slave.

Nicky stood there patiently and said nothing. She knew she was being ogled and she just had to accept it, as he was well aware. Still, he hadn't got all day.

"Well, I suppose we'd better get you nice and secure," he smiled at her, opening a draw in his desk and taking out a small, square golden padlock, a couple of inches wide.

Without needing to be asked, Nicky came within easy reach of him and pushed the thong down until it was just above her knees. The triangle of pubic hair, the same dark red colour as the hair on her head, was neatly but only slightly trimmed and fairly thick and visible. In each match in the league, one of the girls on the losing team had her snatch publicly shaved and therefore a full pubic head of hair was something of a matter of pride to arena girls. Two more silver rings, one hanging from each labia, could just about be seen through the curls of hair.

It would only be a moment's work to attach the lock to the two labial rings, effectively preventing penetration of the girl, but Alfred saw no reason to hurry. Instead, he ran his fingers through her pubic hair and then slipped one just inside her sex lips. "Have you been had today?" he asked conversationally.

"No, master," Nicky said quietly, ignoring with what he could see was a slight effort the invasive finger.

"Yesterday?"

"No, master. The day before, though." Evidently she felt that she might as well volunteer the information. That was what he liked about her: some of the other slaves would have held the embarrassing information back for as long as they could. Of course, it wouldn't have helped them, but it was understandably instinctive.

"Ah, and who was that?"

Nicky flushed ever so slightly, whether from the finger or the intrusive question he wasn't sure. "I didn't get his name, master. He was here for a business meeting with Mr Drago in the morning. After the meeting was over, I was instructed to... look after him."

Alfred smiled. At the age of twenty-six, after eight years of slavery and an uncountable number of men enjoying the fruits of her lovely body, Nicky still sought some slight comfort in euphemisms. Business meetings in Corvalle usually concluded with the host ensuring the guest was 'looked after', as Nicky had put it.

He now had two fingers in her tight cunt, one going a little deeper whilst the other rubbed her clitoris. He could tell from the stiff way she stood that he was having an effect on her, but that it was not something she welcomed. However, she was far too well trained to resist.

"Master? If you wanted to, perhaps I could ask Mr Drago if he would let me entertain you tonight," she said, her voice slightly more breathy now but sounding more submissive than eager.

He stopped his ministrations. Drago might say yes and he might not: he could be unpredictable. He regularly gave one of his slave girls to Alfred for the evening - Alfred had sampled all of them from time to time, Nicky included - but Drago liked to be the one to initiate it rather than being asked. And although Alfred had some rights over Nicky, sex with her without Drago's permission was not one of them. He suspected she had made this 'offer' quite deliberately to get away from him, taking the calculated risk that he wouldn't take her up on it and risk irritating his employer. She was a bright girl. Reluctantly he removed his fingers and wiped them on a tissue. "That's not a bad idea," he said with forced geniality. "Not tonight, though, I have other plans. I'll let you know when I might be free."

"Yes, master," Nicky said simply. They both knew it was a face-saver for him and he knew she knew. It didn't bother him: one of the days he would engineer an excuse to give her a disciplinary spanking, something he was within his explicit rights to do to her without consultation and that would even the score. And she would accept it, because she knew she had to.

He'd enjoyed giving Francesca the knout an hour ago.

He picked up the little padlock and opened the clasp with a small key from a bunch on his desk. Carefully he threaded it through her two labial rings, brushing her pubic hair out of the way, and clipped it shut. Her sex lips stretched slightly as he not too gently let it go and they took the small but for them significant weight of it. She would feel them return to their normal length when she pulled up the thong. The triangle of polka dot material covered the padlock and supported the weight, but the clear imprint of the lock showed through the tight lycra. Nicky could now not have sex until the padlock was removed. Only two men held a key, the same one which opened all the similar locks in this household: himself and Zoltan Drago. That gave Alfred a delicious feeling of power and made him inclined to be generous. "I don't think we will need you until later this evening, so once you've got the message to the girls you can spend the day on the beach with them," he said.

She brightened a little and favoured him with a smile. He always liked how she bore no grudges for things like his groping of her a few moments ago. "Thank you, master, see you later," she said, and turned and departed.

Alfred watched her almost totally uncovered and exceptionally shapely bottom as she walked away and only after she had gone did he make the considerable effort to get his mind back on his work.