The girls were gathered in the sun on the terrace and both Natalie and Claire had welcomed little Amey with genuine affection and pleasure. The talk of the morning between them was the beautiful bodies and huge cocks that the male servants possessed. Amey had been relating the previous nights experience when she had first sucked and then been fucked by one such cock. She sat wide-eyed listening to some of the stories the others told her. Of using the servants as they wished, of getting good hot sex whenever they wanted it and of abusing the servants as they saw fit.
Amey had a child-like innocence about her; not only in her looks but in her speech and mannerisms, it was easy to see why Madam had insisted on the schoolgirl look for her.
Arabella strode out of the house, her expression serious and a frown on her forehead and in her hand a letter. She slapped Amey's backside playfully as she passed her and sat down to join the others.
"Good news and bad news this morning girls," she announced in a slightly agitated fashion so rare in the usually confident Madam.
Arabella smiled across at Amey, her genuine pleasure beaming out momentarily from her gloom.
"Amey has agreed to be my personal slave," she said and paused. "This means that she is off-limits unless I am present."
The tone of her voice contained a warning that Claire and Natalie noted.
"The bad news now," Arabella referred to the letter she held. "Louise has refused my invitation."
The three girls were stunned, the sex-hungry and laugh-a-minute Louise was a popular girl and good friend to them, this was news of the very worst kind.
"Why?" Natalie asked.
Arabella sighed.
"I won't read the whole letter but basically she feels that she and I never saw eye-to-eye at school and there is no reason, in her thinking, why that should have changed. She in essence tells me to go fuck myself."
Claire laughed.
"Straight-talking Louise eh! Always to the point."
Arabella broke a smile.
"If only she knew, that I have eleven male servants to do exactly that for me. But the fact remains that she has refused and…"
"Could I try, talking to her – to persuade her I mean," Claire asked.
Arabella looked pensive and then cautioned.
"She would have to come willingly."
"She normally does!" Natalie quipped.
Her comment brightened the conversation with a round of laughter before Arabella spoke again.
"Very well you may try but she must plead allegiance to me first and that, sadly, I cannot see Louise doing."
Several moments of gloomy silence passed and then Madam took the lead. She raised her voice and smiled, clapping her hands together for emphasis.
"On to other business then," Arabella stated firmly. "Amey will come with me now to begin posturing training, Claire I will see you in the study in two hours to discuss costumes for the coming ball. "And Natalie," Arabella smiled broadly. "May amuse herself with the servants."
Delighted Natalie punched the air triumphantly.
"Look out cocks for here I come."
Arabella scolded her gently.
"Please my dear, a little deportment and restraint please. Our guests at the ball will expect to see well-trained and obedient girls under my care and such will not enhance my reputation one bit."
"Sorry," Natalie said as she stood, she hung her head in playful shame.
"Twenty lashes for you bitch," Arabella said sternly but her eyes portrayed her playfulness. "Later though."
"Oh goodie!" Natalie quipped and the meeting broke up on a light-hearted and positive note.
Long high-heeled boots added to her height and shaped her slender thighs. Tight black panties stretched tautly across her mons and the back string pulled harshly into the crease of her buttocks. Natalie's unpierced nipples stood out proud in erection and she tapped the crop again the side of her boot.
All of the servants were lined up the lawn facing her; two had semi-erect cocks and the others hung flaccid between their thighs.
"Press-ups!" Natalie commanded loudly. "Exercises, begin."
It was an erotic sight, eleven hunky men, all naked and down on their stomachs before her. Their tight buttocks pumping up and down in a mimicry of sexual activity. Natalie thrilled as she towered over them, her body aching its need for their attentions. Patience Arabella had told her to exercise, her own, staving off the burning desire to savour the moment for later. Natalie began to see what she had meant by her words. The slow and unhurried way she could command them, knowing that at time she could have any one or more of them in her. The waiting however, was better in a way, a teasing period of sheer sexual arousal and longing.
She halted them, their bodies pressed face down on the grass and buttocks sticking up tantalisingly. Natalie walked up and down the line strutting like a sergeant-major inspecting his troops. Her pussy was wet and clitoris gripping in excited little spasms, her nipples were hard as the blood pounded into them. At the end of the line she turned and paused, then stepped up onto the first man's back.
He grunted and tensed with the weight of her on him, her thin heels digging deeply and painfully into his flesh.
Natalie walked, stepping from one servant to the next in slow and unhurried strides. She received a jolt in her body with each cry of pain the men uttered and reveling in the cruelty she was exercising. As she stepped off the last man's back onto the grass once more she barked the command.
"On your hands and knees – now!"
Slowly she walked down the line of presented buttocks landing savage lash of the crop on each man's buttocks in turn. When she reached the end of the line she turned and repeated the beating in the reverse order. Three times in all she walked back and forth lashing out to give pain to the bowed men.
Her body was trembling with excitement, her breathing hard and laboured as she fought to control the urge to simply get down and suck one of them. The waiting was great but it was becoming unbearable, Natalie paused until her pumping arousal subsided a little.
In front of them now, she stood arrogantly, her feet set wide in an authoritative stance.
"Up on to your knees, grasp your cocks and wait."
One hand teased at her left nipple, a mischievous grin came over her face.
"You will all now wank for me. The one that holds out the longest and is the last may stop and," she paused for effect. "He may fuck me afterwards – go!"
The men's hands rubbed up and down their cocks slowly, each man trying hard not to come and to be the one that could fuck the relatively new Mistress.
Natalie posed and pouted, winking and sighing sexily to add to their discomfort. Her hand stroked down over her body in slow and sensual caressing to tease them all the more.
She gasped as the first man shot his seed, a great stream of thick white sperm jetting out excitedly from the hole on his cock. Natalie cupped her pussy, squeezing and gripping as she watched the horny spectacle. Each time a servant came it send a buzz of raw sexual thrill tearing through her. They all wanted her, to get inside her and to touch and feel her body; that thought was nectar to her and her arousal built to a hovering peak just short of orgasm.
At last only one man remained, he released the grip on his cock smiling broadly at his accomplishment. At the wave of Natalie's hand he stood, his cock bouncing slightly as he moved toward her.
She slipped off her panties and lay back on the grass with her knees raised and wide apart.
"Gather round and watch," she called excitedly.
The big servant hovered over her, his cock pushed up into her pussy to fill her completely.
"Hard," she whispered hoarsely. "Hard and fast."
He began a frantic thrusting that jarred her body and inched her along the grass with the power of his rutting.
She cried out in deep pleasure enhanced greatly by her very envious audience. Natalie came almost straight away, the servant pulled out of her as he came to send thick blobs of his seed squirting over her belly. She moaned contentedly and rested back bathing in the envious and wishful looks of the other men around her.
It had been a brilliant idea Claire thought and slipped the video cassette into the player. She moved back to sit on the settee next to the tall blonde Louise.
"This is pointless Claire," Louise protested. "I didn't like her at school and I don't like her anymore now."
"Bear with me, this isn't about liking or disliking Arabella it's about sex; good hot sex and plenty of it."
Louise giggled.
"Then you have my undivided attention."
The screen flickered and the video began. Louise squealed in delight as the male servant was seen walking out of the house and onto the patio. His long cock dangled down lazily between his thighs and his muscular body moved so very sensually.
Louise moved forwards on her seat, her buttocks just resting on the edge and her full attention now on the television screen. Her mouth was open and drawing in little gasps, her eyes wide in disbelief at what she was seeing.
Arabella was seen to stroke his buttocks as he served the table, her hand slipping under to cup his balls. She coaxed his cock to full hardness and sat casually as she turned her head to suck him.
"Good God!" Louise gasped.
"There are ten more just like him Louise," Claire prompted. "All much the same in looks and equipment.
"Mmmm, gimme, gimme some of that sausage," Louise sighed wistfully."
"And you can have, all that you want," Claire soothed gently.
The blonde girl looked at Claire, her eyes searching for sings of jest but there were none.
The scene changed to Arabella caning a servant that was bent over the back of a chair.
"When?" She asked excitedly. "When?"
Claire sat back and crossed her legs.
"You simply need to accept Arabella's invitation."
"I do! I do," Louise breathed excitedly, her gaze now back at the screen.
Arabella was on her hands and knees now, a servant thrusting his cock hard into her from behind.
"There is something else," Claire offered a little hesitantly. "You would need to swear allegiance to serve Arabella."
The screen now showed Natalie, hung by the wrists from a rafter, her body crisscrossed with red cane marks and Arabella licking at her pussy.
"In all sorts of ways," Claire added.
Her own excitement had reached fever pitch, the way that Louise was watching the action, her face flushed and her hand gripping absently between her thighs.
"If it got me into contact with just one of those servants I'd kiss her bloody feet if necessary," Louise breathed longingly.
"You probably will," Claire muttered softly and placed her hand gently on Louise's knee.
Natalie quivered nervously as the last of the knots was tied. She was standing, bent over at the waist with her wrists tied to her ankles.
"Twenty lashes for you my girl," Arabella reminded as she prepared to punish her. She raised the cane and mentally visualised which part of Natalie's bare buttocks it would stripe first.
Little Amey was laid back on the bed watching, her knee raised and parted wide. The enormous latex dildo was up inside her pussy, the great girth stretching her pink inner lips tightly around it.
"Begin," Arabella ordered and swung the cane down hard.
Amey grunted as she began to work the dildo in and out of her little pussy, the noisy thwack of the cane on her friend simply heightened her arousal. Her hand pumped fast to feed the dildo in and out of her little body; great surges of sensation gripped her with each sound of the cane striking. Faster she rammed the huge phallus into herself as Natalie's cries of pain urged her on. Her hips raised and back arched so that she was supported on only on her shoulder and the soles of her feet. Her little body was twitching and heaving in pleasure as she forced the big cock into herself in a frantic fucking motion.
She grunted and tensed, her hips bucked higher still one final time and she came to a crashing orgasm that tore through her like a tornado.
Madam was pleased, very excited and very pleased.
"Wait there Amey, only six more strokes and then I will lick your sweet little pussy whilst Natalie considers the error of her ways."
It was Claire's suggestion and Louise had seen the sense in it. As the two women got out of the car at the front of the manor Arabella was waiting. Dressed in her latex suit, Arabella looked tall and menacing flanked as she was by two beefy servants.
Louise walked up the steps and onto the veranda, she feel instantly to her knees and kissed Arabella's boots several times in a sincere and humble way.
"I apologise to you Arabella for the things I wrote and I ask you to invite me once again. I am so very sorry."
Arabella remained stationary, she looked down at the pleading face looking back up her.
"Why of course you are sorry my dear Louise," she said softly. "More sorry than you could ever realise – take her to the basement!"
The basement room was of a heavy construction that was an obvious choice for its use as a prison. In its time the manor had been a fortified manor house, the civil war having left evidence of its cruelty in the cell itself. The low curving ceiling was made of heavy brick arches, the dampened walls of heavy stone and a small grilled window sat high up the wall. The door was of a solid construction with a small grill for viewing the occupant a strong lock and two long bolts on the outside face.
It was here, in that cell that Louise now found herself. A thick post was set upright in the centre of the dingy room, about four-feet high it had strong steel rings attached near the top and bottom. The blonde girl's ankles were shackled either side of the thick post, her buttocks pressed back hard against the aging wooden stake. She was bent backwards so that the top of the post pressed into the small of her back and her wrists pulled down to be shackled to the steel rings at the top. It was a most uncomfortable position; one that allowed Louise's head either to hang back and stretch her throat and body unbearably or to use constant strain to keep it raised. Her view of the cell from that position was the ceiling only, she could turn her head to either side but little else. Louise had been chained there for some time now, shivering in her nakedness and apprehension.
When the cell door finally opened it allowed entry to the full staff of Madam's manor. Claire, Natalie and Amey all moved to one wall to stand silently and obediently as instructed. From her upturned position Louise could see that all three of her friend's were dressed identically to Arabella in tight figure-hugging latex suits.
Arabella tapped the thin cane menacingly across the front of Louise's highs.
"Well bitch, have you had time to reflect on your errors?"
It was with not a little difficulty that Louise answered.
"Yes, and I am sorry Arabella., truly sorry."
Arabella tapped the cane against the girl's naked thighs several times.
"Regret is a strange thing," Madam announced philosophically. "It seems so profound at the time but pain? Well pain is the teacher and cure-all of life, when we experience pain we remember so much better."
She leaned close to Louise's face and hissed venomously through gritted teeth.
"Today, Louise you will learn. That the stuck-up bitch as you called me, the over-bearing rich bitch that you think I am, will teach you the meaning of pain."
Louise whimpered fearfully and cringed as the cane raised high above Arabella's shoulder.
A swishing sound followed as the cane sliced through the air, it fell across Louise's full breasts to bite deeply and spitefully into the soft orbs. Madam moved around the girl, using the cane to cut down, from the side and from all angles to whip the bouncing orbs. Liberal lashes stung at the girl's breasts, each a savage and meaningful blow designed to inflict maximum pain.
Louise's eyes locked wide, her mouth gaped open in a silent pleading for mercy. It was a several minutes before she could find the voice to scream; when she did so it was a loud and wailing of deep agony and suffering.
"Sing well my little bird," Arabella chuckled. "For your punishment has only just begun."
She swiped the cane down hard to sting across the front of Louise's thighs, then laid a lash across her bowed stomach. Thighs, stomach and breasts, the lashed tore at Louise's body in a repeating cycle that allowed the girl to anticipate where the next pain would land. Many minutes passed before Arabella paused, her breathing rapid with excitement.
"My staff and servants expect an example to be made and I demand it of myself."
Louise screamed louder as the cane then struck across the puffy lips of her labia. An indescribable pain of red hot burning and numbness shot through her pussy. Six lashes to her pussy made it glow with heat and raw pain of the very worst kind.
"Do you swear allegiance to me bitch?" Madam asked evenly.
"Yes! Yes!" Louise yelled loudly. "I'll serve you!"
Arabella rested the cane across Louise's nipples.
"You will do exactly that my insulting little bitch. You will serve me as no other has ever had to serve."
Madam turned to address the other girls.
"Retie her facing the post."
Claire offered a cautioning note.
"Don't you think she has had enough Madam?"
Arabella's nostrils flared and she screamed her answer in a wild fury.
"Don't you dare argue with me – do it!"
Louise was released and turned to face the post, her ankles and wrists secured once again. She stood sobbing, her buttocks now facing outward for the expected onslaught on them. They came instantly, seven singing lashes that cut hard into her flesh to force her pussy and mons against the rough wooden post. Her back arched with lash of the cane to press her clitoris onto the cold wooden post.
Madam paused and again addressed her staff.
"The new bitch wants to come, she doesn't realise it though, pain is her only thought but her body is crying out for climax."
The three other girls were unconvinced, after such a ferocious whipping they felt that orgasm would be the furthest thing from their minds.
Two more lashes swished down, well-aimed blows that caught across the round curve of her buttocks to jolt Louise's body. She tensed and cried-out softly, her body began to shake and her head slumped forwards. Her hips ground against the wooden post and then she screamed as she came.
The three friends gaped in awe, the orgasm was thrilling but that Madam had foretold it under such circumstances filled them with renewed respect.
Madam stood proudly, her expression one of knowing wisdom.
"You still have much to learn girls," she said casually. "But time enough we have to teach you. The bitch Louise is of a special breed, she loves – and welcomes – pain of the cruelest kind. Being abused and misused is her bag, I recognise it in her."
"Thank you," Louise muttered softly. "Thank you, thank you."
Two servants entered on cue, they threw the buckets of cold water over the naked girl and turned as one to leave the cell.
"We will leave the slut now, later you can all take a turn at leaving your mark on her body. She must learn that she serves us all, for we are – all of us now – her Madams."