Extract Three – A Excerpt from Bound For Glory by Sean O'Kane
A party is held at The Lodge, the most select and discreet SM club in the country and political intrigue is in the air, against a background of pony girls and sex. Lots of sex!
Clive watched as there were the usual invitations to give lifts, the swapping of passengers and drivers, just as there always is at gatherings where large numbers of people have to be transported by any means. But all of a sudden Dandy MacIntyre was beside him.
"Mind if I climb aboard, Clive, old thing?" he asked.
"Of course not!" Clive could scarcely hide his pleasure in being selected. He and the PM might both be seated at the cabinet table in Number Ten Downing Street, but everyone knew that he rarely dispensed the favour of his leisure time on colleagues. He tightened his slaves' reins as Dandy climbed aboard and the weight of the rig shifted while he settled himself. And just as he did, Brian Holden cracked the long driving whip he was using for the four-in-hand, in the air and everyone quietened. He told them as there was no way the big carriage would fit through the arch at the back of the house's stableyard, they would go in procession the long way round, back down the drive and then off right and onto the grassy tracks that crossed the golf course, then along by the side of the woods before re-crossing the course and arriving at the lake. There were cheers all round as it meant the pleasure of driving fine ponies on a fine day would be prolonged very satisfactorily. And even as they made ready to move off the photographers who had been engaged to capture the day were moving amongst the rigs, snapping each one and taking notes of the names of the drivers and passengers for a record of the great day that would only be available to those present.
Brian cracked his whip again and then wielded it in a long figure of eight across the four slaves' backs and the wheels of the carriage began to crunch on the gravel, then, in his wake other whips began to snap and hiss, other wheels crunched and other steel shod sandals scraped and scrunched as drivers sorted themselves into a long procession behind the big carriage that had ponderously managed to turn around.
Clive deftly piloted his trap into a gap about half way along the single file procession, just behind Amelia Johnson, whose passenger was Alberto Salazar, an arena owner and the two could be seen busily talking trade as the slaves got up to trotting speed. Clive made sure the whip had left his two in no doubt that he wanted a good high stepping gait and once he had achieved that he relaxed in his seat.
The parkland looked superb in the bright summer sun which flicked across them as they passed under the trees that lined the drive. Ahead of them the slaves looked beautiful as they trotted, their buttocks rippling and their plumes nodding – his wore the scarlet of The Lodge, but the CSL ones had green and gold while the Girl Squad pair sported their stable's yellow and black.
Beside him Dandy breathed out in a sigh of pleasure and lay back against the quilted leather of the seat.
"It's been a long, hot summer, Clive, but I'm hearing that estates up and down the country are quiet and that law-abiding folk can walk out to take the evening air in safety. It's working isn't it? Everything we put in place is working at last!"
"It looks that way, certainly," Clive replied cautiously.
"The people love us for it because we don't just clean the streets we take the sweepings and make them into something better. Our party now indubitably rules the hearts and minds of the public. The salt of the earth, the people who really make the country tick! And we must make sure that that's how it stays."
Clive wasn't sure where this was going so he stuck to making an approving grunt and flicking the whip over Nine's back a few times, before switching to Six and lacing her paler flesh as well.
The column of traps had reached the path across the golf course and swung to the right and out into open sunlight, the ponies' hooves stopping scraping on the tarmac and instead making soft thuds as they trotted out onto turf. Dandy, turned in his seat to watch the rigs behind them emerge from the trees, one after the other, more pony traps in one place than most men ever got to see – as he observed.
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!s
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.
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