The two women sat at the small table on the terrace taking breakfast. Arabella was finishing her boiled egg and toast she looked down over the verdant green lawns to the small copse beyond.
"Our visitors?" She asked casually and began spreading butter on her third piece of toast.
Claire sipped at her Windsor tea from the enormous breakfast cup.
"Shall we just say I have left them in suspension."
Arabella nodded her understanding.
"You have done well Claire, I should like to make you an offer."
Claire giggled impishly and quipped.
"My pussy is still a little sore from that machine of yours but I'm sure we could find some other way of enjoying ourselves."
"That of course is always on the menu but my offer is a little more serious," Arabella said firmly. "I have watched your progress, the way you have adapted so readily. You are a natural Claire and I want you here."
"What to live here you mean?"
"If you wish, we can certainly accommodate you, although living here wouldn't be a requirement. My staff need a firm hand to control them, I have plans Claire for this place and those plans are rapidly coming to fruition, I need your assistance as part of those plans."
Claire felt both complicated and excited by the offer, she sat silently absorbing the ramifications.
"You are unsure," Arabella stated as she refilled their cups from the silver teapot.
"Not so much unsure as, well, wondering how it will affect my other life away from the manor."
"It need not, we could come to a part-time arrangement at first to ensure a smooth transition, weekends and perhaps two weekdays. I would of course supply a car for you to get here, a room of your own to be used when you visit and expenses on top of a mutually agreed salary."
Claire accepted the offerd tea cup and sat back stirring idly with the spoon, her thoughts distant and filling.
Arabella continued. "Natalie is due here soon and from what you have told me she is already hooked. Amey, sweet little Amey I know to be not only shy and timid but a veritable furnace of burning desire beneath. Louise afterwards and we both know here tremendous sexual needs."
Claire could only agree with all that had been said.
"Three more additions in as many months, you see now why I will need a strong and trusted assistant. Think on it Claire but let me have your answer soon."
"If I don't agree?" Claire asked.
"Nothing changes, you are still welcome here at any time you wish to visit – and I would hope that would be very often."
Claire stood up, using her hand to signal casually to the servant to follow her.
"Okay, I'll consider it and let you know by mid-week is that okay?"
"Marvelous," Arabella purred.
"Now, sadly, duty calls. Men to beat and all that," Claire giggled and strode off down the steps and across the lawns towards the copse.
The visitors were tilted forwards at an uncomfortable forty-five degree angle, their arms pulled back behind them and upward. A rope attached to their wrists looped over a branch high above them to wrench their arms high and shoulders painfully against the joints. Their feet were spread wide and tied securely to a wooden pole that held their ankles agonisingly far apart. Ball gags were fitted into their mouths and rubber butt-plugs had been forced up inside their anuses. As an added discomfort Claire had attached small weights to the nipple clamps that bit cruelly into their tender buds.
"So my beauties!" Claire announced loudly as she reached them. "Are we enjoying ourselves?"
Not even a grunted reply came from the gagged men.
She paced slowly around them, her auburn hair shimmering a reddish hue in the sunshine. Her now bronzed skin a deep copper against the jet-black of her bra and panties. The long black boots added to her air of authority as she regarded the imprisoned pair.
"Do I take it that you have learned not to defy me?"
Both men nodded rapidly.
Claire moved behind the younger man, slipped her hand around him and gripped his cock. She teased and coaxed him to erection before releasing her grip and moving away.
"Mmmh!" We will see," she stated unconvinced. "You will remain here a little longer in the sunshine, call it my little reward for your obedience."
Deep muffled groans of despair were the response to her statement.
"Two things I shall leave you with though to help you through your pleasant morning. Firstly, the marks of my crop and secondly a liberal coating of jam on your cocks. We wouldn't want to deny the ants and wasps their lunches would we now?"
Both the men's heads raised, pitiful pleading eyes implored her to relent but she simply laughed aloud in answer.
"Unnh!" Claire grunted as she lashed at the younger man's outer thigh. The surge of sensation, the first of the morning felt so sweet and powerful as it rushed through her entire body. A bolt of feeling gripped in her pussy as she lashed at his other leg. Each cruel lash she gave him brought more powerful and intense sensations. The way his body bucked and twisted against his bonds delighted her more and she gave him extra lashes in her wild state of arousal.
The older man received less lashes but those administered were equally harsh and unforgiving in the force that they were delivered with. At last she stopped, panting hard and trembling with excitement.
She watched as the servant knelt to apply the jam, an erotic sight to Claire seeing one man stroke the cock of another.
Claire slipped off her panties and leaned back against a tree, her legs splayed wide and her pussy offered.
"Fuck me," she told the servant.
He came to her, standing between her open legs and pushing his long cock up inside her. He began a rough thrusting that jarred Claire's body on each powerful inward stroke. The coarse bark of the tree scratched at her back, his hard pubic bone slammed against her clitoris to sent her to the highest plane of arousal.
Claire's hands gripped his shoulders, the long fingernails digging deeply into his firm flesh. Her body shook under the hard pounding of his body against her as she was slammed against the tree. She cried out as he rammed hard into her and then screamed as she came to orgasm. Flashing lights of blinding brilliance filled her brain, her body warmed and rippled in pleasure. He spurted up inside her to complete the act and her satisfaction. She knew then, at that very moment what her answer to Arabella would be.
"Are you mad?" Little Amey asked unable to disguise the excitement in her voice. "Showing yourself off to men in public!"
"Its great!" Natalie responded smiling and sat down at the small kitchen table opposite her friend.
She leaned forward, her hands clasped on the table in front of her, her eyes wide in excitement and her voice full of enthusiasm.
"So horny and thrilling. The way they look and leer. They want me, to touch and to feel me but they can't, they can only look and long for me."
"Oh God," Amey muttered.
"They get hard, their cocks stiffen in their trousers, simply dying to get it up me or into my mouth."
"Your mouth!" Amey squealed in surprise. "Did you say your mouth?"
Natalie's face was flushed and excited.
"Mmmm, to taste a hard cock, to lick it and suck it is so…well, out of this world."
Amey sat silently staring, her face reddening and her hand resting between her legs beneath the table.
"You seem to know all – I could never – you know show myself off like that."
"But you could!" Natalie enthused. It's so easy," she voiced lowered to a sensual drawl. "And so very bloody exciting."
Amey swallowed and secretly pressed her hand against her clitoris.
"Show me!" She said excitedly.
Natalie smiled.
"What? Take you with me or show you what I do here and now?"
Amey uttered a little murmur when she replied. Her voice was thick and quavering, her little body trembling in excited anticipation and sexual pounding.
"Both."
Natalie paused, smiling, then her expression changed to a sensual look of deep sexual offering. Her hand moved to the neck of her blouse and began unfastening the buttons.
Amey watched fascinated and thrilled as the tight, firm swell of Natalie's breasts became exposed.
"Now you," Natalie probed gently.
"Me! But I couldn't! I really couldn't."
"Do it," Natalie growled in a low and firm voice.
The young brunette swallowed hard and then followed suit, her movements clumsy and non sensual.
Natalie pulled her blouse open and then watched as Amey's neat little bra and pert breasts came in to view.
"Feel good?" Natalie asked.
"Different, but yes, nice and well – sort of sexy."
"With a man watching you it would be more than just sexy, it's more orgasm inducing stuff."
"Huh!" Amey sighed wistfully. "Chance would be a fine thing."
Natalie stood up and turned, she bent down to touch her shoes fully aware that her little skirt would be pulled up over her buttocks.
Amey gave a little gasp and took-in the slender upper thigh of her friend, the way the tiny little panties pulled in between her firm rounded buttocks. But most of all the firm pouch created by the way the material hugged her pussy lips.
"Oh God Natalie, I see what you mean But do you really do that for men?"
Natalie stood and turned to face her.
"Definitely and much more too. Come with me she urged her friend. Come along with me this afternoon and try it for yourself."
The young girl sat silently for a moment, her thighs squeezing together rhythmically to crush her labia around her hardened clitoris.
"I will!" She stated firmly aloud. "I bloody well will."
The cars were parked on the cobbled yard at the rear of the manor that had once seen ponies and traps as the transport of the day. The garage doors had been closed and the three of them were inside the oil smelling interior.
The younger visitor was hanging by his bound wrists, his feet swinging free just inches above the floor and his mouth firmly gagged. His body was crisscrossed with reddened welts that bore testament to the severity of his beat. He hung there in discomfort, bearing his pain but his interest firmly centered on Claire and his companion.
His friend was strapped securely on top of a long narrow bench; his arms pulled down either side and tied tightly to the legs. Strong ropes pinioned his ankles and a wad of sacking had been pushed up under his buttocks to force his hips high. The older man whimpered fearfully as Claire prepared herself out of sight and below the bench.
Claire stood up at last, her face containing a wicked grin and her eyes flashing deep malice and excitement. She wore just a little pair of panties in pure white, a thin chain connect her nipple rings to pull them in toward each other but otherwise she was naked.
She began a low moaning of deep sexual longing, her delicate hand stroking lightly over his tensed thigh. Circling and caressing her fingers inched ever closer to his flaccid cock that lay down between his legs.
"Hard," she murmured sexily. "I want you hard.
He gasped as her fingers brushed briefly against the firm bulge of his ball-sac, his cock twitching as it stirred into life.
"Mmmm," she moaned in a low appreciative growl and brought her head down. "Would you like to feel my warm mouth around your cock?
The man groaned as his cock rose, stiffening steadily to firm upright. The foreskin rolled back to stretch tightly back against his pulsing shaft, the big velvety head exposed in all its glory. His hips pushed up a little expectantly to receive the soft lips on him.
"Ahhh!" He uttered as her soft hand closed around his cock, her fingers circling to grip lightly. "Oh God!" He cried out as Claire rubbed her thumb across the very tip of his cock.
"Good," she praised. "Very good, now we can begin."
She released him and reached under the bench. It was a thin stainless steel rod with a wire attached that she held up for his benefit. Claire smeared the hard pencil-like rod with lubricant and leaned over him.
He grunted and tensed his body as the cold rod was pushed up inside his anus, the little ring of muscles parted easily to accept the invader into his secret place.
"Now," Claire said in a mocking tone. "Your pleasure begins."
When the switch was flicked and the electric current flowed into the rod a bolt of sensation shot through Claire's body. Not that she received any of that charge but one of her own as she watched his body bucking in twisted agony.
His whole body locked rigid as the current flowed into him, his head raising to pull hard against his shoulders and his cock jerking in delightful little spasms. As the current was switched off he let out a great sigh of relief and slumped back onto the bench.
She gave him only a couple of seconds respite before flicking the switch again. Her whole body gripped in wonderful pleasurable sensation as she watched his cock throbbing and pulsing. Tingling shards of feeling flowed into her nipples and her clitoris pulsed its excitement. Deep within her vulva her internal muscles contracted involuntarily to bring a great tide of wonderful pounding thrill.
Again and again she first turned the current on and then off again in an alternating rhythm of exquisite sexual torture. Claire delighted in the little drops of lubricant that squeezed from the eyehole of his cock to show his state of arousal despite his pain. Sensing that he was close to his climax Claire gripped the base of his cock with finger and thumb, pressing hard to stem the flow. Time after time she switched the wrenching current on and off to built and hold his flow of climax. She held him there, hovering on the point of orgasm but never allowing him to tip over the edge to completion.
At last, the hot pulsing in her pussy became unbearable; she leaned close, her lips just an inch above the tip of his cock and opened her mouth wide. As she released the pressure of her thumb his cock exploded to jet a forceful stream of hot sperm up into her waiting mouth. Claire came instantly, pressing her throbbing clitoris against the edge of the table to urge stronger feelings to aid her torrent of orgasmic pulses.
For several moments she rested there, wallowing in the warm feelings of post orgasm before stirring herself with the utmost reluctance from the blissful state.
"Tonight you leave us," she said, her voice quavering and still filled with deep arousal. "I hope you both have enjoyed your stay and will return. As a little parting gift from me, I leave you now to be released later – but with one small addition."
Claire removed the rod from the man's backside and attached a tiny crocodile clip to the loose skin of his scrotum. She moved then to do the same to the suspended younger man. As she set the timer and clicked the switch, the first pulse of current shot into the small clips. Both their cocks jerked in a split-second of contraction before relaxing again. About ten seconds passed before once again the current surged to jerk the flaccid cocks briefly before subsiding again.
"Every ten seconds you will receive a charge, not powerful but sufficient to ensure that you don't lose interest. During the coming hours you should climax many times."
Claire walked to the garage door and paused.
"If you return here again, you may thank me then for your pleasure to come."
She stepped out of the garages and closed the door firmly behind her.
The little coffee house near the main gates of the park was quiet, mid-week saw few visitors to it even in good weather. The two girls sat on the raised veranda next to the railings looking down on the passers by.
Natalie shifted her chair closer to the railing, rested her elbows on the top rail and parted her knees wide.
"Watch this," she said excitedly and nodded in the direction of the tall middle-aged man entering the park through the wide gates. He noticed the girls from a distance, glancing up at them frequently as he came near and nearer to them. His interest taken, his gaze dropped to the parted thighs of Natalie pressed as she was against the thin railings. Her little skirt had pulled high up her thighs hiding nothing from view. He walked, his head turned up and toward her as he slowed his pace and passed beneath them.
"Mmmm," Natalie groaned in pleasure. "Horny eh? Did you see his expression?"
Amey sat spellbound, she nodded excitedly, her eyes wide and nostrils flaring sexual thrill.
"Could he have seen your knickers from down there," her squeaky little voice asked excitedly.
"Doubt it," Natalie said in a thick low voice. "I'm not wearing any."
A deep groan emitted from Amey, her face was flushed and her whole body was trembling in excited anticipation.
"Your turn," Natalie stated casually and turned sideways closing her legs.
She watched as the petite Amey positioned herself, her little hands gripping the rail hard in front of her as though she might fall. Her knees parted and then parted wider as her confidence grew.
"Two of them," Natalie whispered hoarsely. "Two blokes heading this way."
Amey sat upright, her little thighs offered open beneath the mini-skirt and her face etched with a pained expression of sheer excitement. As the men approached she braced herself, her teeth chewing nervously at her bottom lip.
"They've seen you," Natalie said urgently. "Look! They're nudging one another."
A little whimper came from Amey as the very interested men came closer, their heads upturned and staring beneath her skirt.
Natalie watched her friend, her hands gripping the rail were bleed white in the power of her grip. Her eyes were wide and excited as she looked down on the gaping men. Her little body was twitching and trembling with the powerful sensations that were obviously pounding through her. As the men moved past and away Amey let out a deep sigh. Her body shook with little convulsions of pleasure and she groaned loudly before slumping forward onto the rail to twitch delightfully as her orgasm gripped her.
Arabella had gathered the servants on the front lawns. Firmly lush and green, well tended and bowling-green short the lawns were flat and large. She arranged the naked men in a single line and sat down on the upholstered sun chair provided.
"The race," she announced loudly and pointed into the distance. "Is twice around the copse and back here, the winner as usual will share my bed tonight. All punches, elbow digs and kicks that these sessions seem to encourage in you all must be directed below the face."
Her tone became harsher.
"I want no repeat of the marking of Paul's pretty face as happened the last time."
She stood and raised her arm in signal.
"Ready!" Her excited voice screeched. "Go!"
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest; the sight of so many naked young men tussling and shoving one another in a frantic race for her favours delighted her so very much. The naked buttocks and strong thighs all pumping furiously in an effort to gain first place. She lowered herself slowly into the chair and watched them running into the distance.
Arabella's fingers stroked idly at her shaven pussy lips and stiffened clitoris as she watched the struggling men battle each other. Two had fallen but only one regained his feet quickly and rejoined the race, that pleased her, it simply added to her excitement.
She rubbed furiously at her sex in an increasing fervor of excitement as the running men reappeared from behind the copse. Her left hand squeezed her left nipple and pulled on the gold ring as she watched the sweating men rushing toward her. Arabella jumped to her feet, her hand rubbing fast on her excited pulsing clitoris. She could see their faces now, the set expressions and the flailing arms that sought to delay their opponents.
Another servant fell, sprawling headlong as he was tripped by the big black man. The fighting became more urgent and spiteful as the finishing line approached. Elbows dug savagely into ribs, feet kicked out at shins and thighs and hands gripped to pull and to punch wildly in their quest to gain the reward of Madam's body.
Arabella shifted her feet apart, two fingers now gripping her clitoris and rubbing hard on her mound. She stiffened and closed her eyes, the swearing and fighting excited her so and all to gain the delights her pussy offered.
As the panting servants gathered eagerly around her Arabella came to climax, she screamed aloud and slumped down onto the grass panting equally as hard as the men.
The servant Clive took command as he always did on these occasions, his instructions were deeply implanted in his brain. He uttered the commands, the wishes of his Mistress to stir the men to follow his lead.
"Rape the fucking bitch, all of us, we'll fuck the rich bitch rotten."
Many hands grabbed at her naked body, rolling her over onto her back. Her legs were pulled apart and an excited servants positioned himself between her thighs. Her hands and arms were pinned to the floor, her breasts crudely fondled by eager grabbing hands and a cock nudged expectantly at her mouth. Arabella grunted in delight as the first cock pushed up inside her wet pussy.
"My boys," she whimpered lovingly. "Take me my boys – all of you."
It was an unusual but thrilling step that Claire had taken. Her husband Robert was tied to a dining room chair in their lounge; his hands roped firmly behind him and his ankles secured to the font legs. He was naked and aroused, his cock stiff and jutting up from his lap as he ogled his wife longing.
She stood confidently and arrogantly before him in a short pleated skirt and white blouse. Her legs covered by the sheer nylon of her black hold-up stockings and her high-heeled shoes forcing her body erect. When she spoke her voice was thick with arousal, the thrill and excitement pumping hard through her.
Something special for you today," she said with difficulty. Her pulsing body throbbed and her throat was dry as she prepared herself. She inched closer to the side of the spare dining chair next to her and called out one word.
"Paul."
Robert sat stunned as her favourite blonde servant entered. Her husband gaped in silent awe as the big muscular servant walked slowly in to the room. His broad hairless chest and thick thighs, his handsome face and the long thick cock dangling semi-erect between his legs.
Paul moved as he had been instructed and sat himself on the chair next to Claire, his cock now standing up ready and excited to show his deep arousal.
"This is Paul," Claire said excitedly. "A very good friend of mine."
She gasped aloud as the servant's hand slipped up to touch the back of her thigh just below the hem of her short skirt.
"Oh God Robert!" She moaned in delight. "He's touching my leg."
Robert watched in silence as his wife's expression changed to a deep and longing smile of sheer bliss. His cock pulsed hard in response to her teasing and the fact that she was allowing another man to touch her. The bitch was loving it, her eyes half-closing in ecstasy as the man's hand touched her.
"His hand is under my skirt now Robert, stroking so nicely at my buttocks."
She gave a soft gasp and whimpered sexily.
"His fingers are probing, slipping under the elastic of my…unnnh! Panties."
"My pussy!" Her voice raised excitedly. "He's touching my pussy!"
Robert was shaking, not in anger but in pure pumping excitement, his eyes flicked greedily at the hem of her skirt in an effort to see the act itself.
Claire let out a deep groan of satisfaction.
"His fingers are up inside me now Robert," she teased sensually. "So thick and wonderful, moving around inside me to feel my warm pussy juices."
Claire gripped the hem of her skirt at the front and raised it to her waist. The moving bulge of the man's hand was clearly visible beneath his wife's panties, it made him groan aloud in deep excitement.
"You dirty little bitch," he uttered.
"Yes," she purred sexily in response. "I am, a very dirty bitch."
As the servant slipped her panties slowly down, Claire held her skirt up with one hand, her other tearing open her blouse buttons.
"He loves my breasts Robert, don't you Paul?"
"Yes Madam," came the dutiful response. "I love to feel them and to kiss them whilst I fuck you."
Robert grunted and tensed, trying desperately to stem his rising climax.
Claire shifted to hover with her back to the servants lap, her pussy just above his erect cock. She lowered herself, moaning in delight as his big cock slipped easily up inside her lubricated pussy. She moaned again as the huge cock filled her completely, both hands holding her skirt high to afford her husband sight of its entry.
"So good Robert," she breathed excitedly.
"So good to have a proper cock up inside me."
As she began to ride the servants cock Robert came, his sperm jetting out forcefully in a high arc of deep excitement. Claire plunged her body wildly down on the stiff rod of flesh to sate her own pounding thrill. She watched her husband in orgasm, reveling in the teasing of him that she had so wanted to prolong but had failed to do.
Paul's hands came around to cup her breasts and he began forcing his hips up to meet her descending buttocks.
Faster and faster the couple pounded against one another until finally Claire screamed as she came. Slowly she rose to her feet, copious quantities of his thick seed dribbling from her sated pussy. Claire moved to kneel before her husband, she held his softened cock and smiled up at him.
"Lick me Paul," she said without turning around. "Lick my pussy clean."
Her head descended and she took her husband's soft, wet cock into her mouth. She moaned in contentment as the servant's tongue began probing into her moist pussy from behind.