It was the afternoon of the ball, the acceptances to the invitations had been coming in all week by post and by phone in a steady flow. Much to the girls disappointment Madam had kept the servants busy with the preparations and strictly away from their female flesh. The girls too had been given their allotted tasks and these in turn furthered the separation from the men. During their frequent chats the girls moaned constantly about the deprivation of good stiff cocks and discussed their needs in great detail. It was almost as though Madam was deliberately starving them of sexual gratification they had decided.
Claire was busy in the study arranging the servants costumes and those of the staff. She hadn't really liked Arabella's choice of outfit for the Madams but had said nothing. Natalie had duties in the centre of the wooded copse to the front of the house, her task was secret Madam had told her, it would be the main event of the evening and was not to be discussed in any form with the others.
Little Amey had been allocated duties too; the first part of those now completed she was in the basement taking her turn to leave her mark on the tethered Louise, then to bathe and prepare her. She pressed her fingernail against Louise's buttocks and drew the side of her nail down to score a red line in her flesh.
"I leave my Mark as instructed," she announced formally.
Louise thanked her most gratefully for sparing her another caning, her body still bore the marks and pain of Madam's ministrations. She then steeled herself and closed her eyes as Amey made a further comment.
"I leave on your body a second Mark – but this time my lipstick."
Louise gave a great sigh of relief. She relaxed as Amey's soft sweet lips kissed at the back of her thighs, she leaned forwards to allow her friend's mouth access to her sex.
The little girl knelt there, her hands caressing the long slender thighs of the tall blonde. Her head moved in and her kisses then touched on Louise's labia, the tip of her nose pressing against the puckered ring of her anus. Her tongue flicked snake-like at the puffy lips and slid up and down the slit of her pussy before pushing in between them.
Both girls moaned in contentment as Amey's tongue pushed deep up inside to circle around and to explore her friend's pussy. They came as one, both orgasms striking simultaneously in a passionate bucking and writhing of female flesh.
When released from her bonds Louise, grasped Amey to hold her body close to her own in a loving and silent embrace.
"I have to prepare you," Amey offered to break to silence. "And time is now short."
Louise's hand strayed down to cup little Amey's hairy pussy, her fingers resting down the length of the moist lips.
"There is time surely for me to do you now," Louise said in a thick excited voice.
When no protest came, she moved her mouth down and kissed Amey full on the lips, her middle finger easing up inside her friend's pussy.
All of the servants were lined up outside the front door, five either side to form a guard of honour. Their costumes consisted of inch-wide leather strapping in black that pulled over their bare shoulders and clipped together in the centre of their chests. Around their wrists and forearms they wore shiny black leather cuffs that reached almost to their elbows. Thin leather formed the 'Arab straps' that were secured by little buckles around the base of their cocks and testicles. When pulled tight in constriction, the straps maintained a man at full erection for an indefinite period. They stood then at attention, both their bodies and their cocks rigid and expectant.
The girls stood in line beyond the male servants, two of their costumes were identical with only little Amey dressed differently, Louise was not present.
Claire and Natalie wore little ankle boots with incredibly high-heels an black hold-up stockings. Tight shiny Basques pinched their waists into impossibly thin proportions and velvet chokers nestled around their necks to frame their faces separately from their bodies. Heavy mascara, deep blue eye-shadow and bright red lipstick contrasted strongly against the white face makeup that masked their faces. They too stood ready and silent, their breasts jutting out naked and their legs set in a wide stance.
Amey, the little figure at the end was naked. She wore little patent-leather shoes with ankle straps and short white socks. Around her neck she wore a school tie, loosened to hang at an angle around her throat but still to dangle between her neat little breasts. Around her waist she wore a mockery of a gym slip; a navy blue pleated skirt so short that it didn't even reach down to her mons. Around her wrists she wore thick and ornately carved gold bracelets linked by a long golden chain to signify Madam's ownership of her.
The theme for the ball was Mediaeval/Victorian, the choice left to individual guest. Madam had dressed in accordance and drew gasps of surprise from the girls as she appeared in the doorway ready to greet her guests. Her hair was styled and piled on top of her head giving her an appearance of taller than usual elegance. Her face was made up with the same white face paint and scarlet lipstick. Her neck and breasts were bare, uplifted by the stays in her royal blue court dress of the period with only her nipple rings as decoration. The lower half of the dress hung to the floor, swept back behind her and cut up to her waist at the front to leave her pussy and thighs totally naked. Little ankle boots and black stockings with a red garter completed her outfit for the evenings celebrations.
The first of the cars swept down the driveway, six in the first batch and all in convoy. Mercedes, Rolls Royce and other various makes of limousines were to be seen pulling majestically to a halt at the foot of the steps. Madam's chauffeur, bare-chested but in his cap, breeches and boots opened the doors and assisted the passengers out.
The first couple strolled up the steps, the man dressed as a court jester from the middle ages but his cock protruding from the front of his tights. The woman, a blonde petite woman of about thirty was dressed as a serving wench with breasts bared. She moved along the line of servants, grasping each man's hard cock as she passed and giving it a squeeze. Like royalty shaking hands she was slow and deliberate in her movements. The man, a middle-aged but handsome fellow stood looking longingly at Amey before sighing heavily and moving on the Natalie. His hand cupped her pussy, his middle finger slipping up inside to feel her wetness. His planted a light kiss on each of her erect nipples before moving on to Claire and repeating he same.
Whilst Madam greeted the couple with much hugging and delighted over-the-top gesturing the second couple were moving through the lines of staff and feeling their sex freely.
"My God!" Natalie whispered to Claire during a pause. "I could do with about another hour of being fingered like this."
"And a good fucking afterwards too!" Claire said back in a hushed tone, fearful of Madam seeing them talking.
The guests were many and varied in both age groups and sex. Some males arrived alone as did some females. All though took swift advantage of the bodily parts on offer to greet them and many compliments and comments were passed during the very long process. Claire and Natalie both were highly aroused, their breasts had been felt, their pussies fingered and their bottoms felt. It was made all the more difficult to bear for them by the rigid cocks of the servants only a couple of feet away. Both girls eyed the twitching members hungrily, Natalie pouted and winked at the blonde servant Paul to further his obvious excitement.
Little Amey seemed to be the star of the show however; without exception all of the men and some of the women stopped to look her over, leering and lusting for her neat little body.
In the main hall of the manor, music played and a party atmosphere abounded. It was a noisy affair, with all of the guests sipping at drinks, nibbling at the food on offer and screeching their conversations loudly so as to be heard above the rest. Groping of the servants was rife as they moved between the guests with trays of drinks. The girls too were felt and fondled plentifully as they held trays of sandwiches to pass around.
Natalie almost came at one point; a man slipped his arm around her waist from behind to pull her back onto him, his hard cock pressed into the cleft of her buttocks. She gasped and tensed ready as the tip of his cock slid down and then back up to locate in the entrance of her pussy. It was only Arabella's untimely intervention that made him stop and withdraw.
"Stephen! You naughty boy!" She scolded. "The bitches are for later, you must learn to control your urges."
The evening passed slowly for the girls, their pussies were wet and clitorises erect as their level of arousal grew. They danced with inviting male guests, the hard erections pressing against their stomachs did little to ease the nagging need. Arabella was aware of their hunger, often she could be seen watching, smiling and reveling in their sexless contact.
It was at eight-thirty that Arabella stepped up on a small rostrum at the end of the hall, stopped the music and called the revelers to order. Her announcement was greeted with a thunderous cheer and clapping.
"Bottom warming time," she announced loudly.
Little Amey stood by her side silent and in awe of the many costumes, bathing at the same time in the many hungry eyes that roamed her body.
Madam extended her arms in front of her and moved them slightly outward in signal that the crowd should part. Amid much excited murmuring and chatter a huge central space was cleared, the crowd moving back to pack closely together both sides of the long hall.
Arabella pointed down to two separate spots on the floor in front of her.
"Claire and Natalie, stand here."
The girls moved through the crowd to take their positions and to stand on the appointed spots facing Arabella.
"Part your legs my dears and touch your toes."
The girls complied, their open pussies and backsides displayed for all to see. Between their legs the girls could see two servants standing the other end of the hall ushering eager men into two lines.
"Oh God," Claire muttered as she saw the servants hand a cane to each of the first men in line.
At Arabella's command the two men began to run, positioning their route to come alongside of the girls; the canes raised and ready to strike as they ran past.The crowd went wild, loud cheering, clapping and stamping of feet urged the men onward.
A blinding explosion of pain flashed in Claire's head, the cane had landed with full force on her backside. A deep and cutting pain such that she had never before experienced. She heard Natalie gagging as she too received her lash. The burning pain was acute, nothing sexual just raw and penetrating agony.
They steeled themselves as two more men started their run, Claire closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in expectation, her hands gripping hard around her ankles.
A loud roar of approval went up from the crowd at the sickening thwack of bamboo on flesh. The game continued and all the girls could do was to look down at the small puddles that their tears had made on the polished floor.
Six more runs were made before Natalie dropped forward onto her hands and knees; her head back and spine arched, she screamed and came; shuddering her body to wring every last drop of her orgasm from her body. Claire followed suit, dropping to her knees and faking the best and most realistic orgasm she could through her pain.
"The horny little sluts have been deprived," Arabella announced in explanation to the disgruntled crowd. "Otherwise they would have lasted longer."
Both girls retired to the back of the room, humiliated by the sniggering crowd of guests as they hobbled painfully to the rear of the hall.
"If I'd realised they were waiting for us to come I'd have faked it sooner," Claire said through her sobs.
Natalie nodded.
"It took me a while to realise – too bloody long actually."
They watched as two servants were given the same treatment by lady guests to the noisy roar of the watching audience. Claire closed her eyes and shuddered at each sound of the cane landing, that sound would remain in her mind, she felt, forever.
The entertainment continued, one or two men beat their partners before the baying crowd; one even fucked his afterwards to the shouted encouragement of the onlookers. Two women did a lesbian show that interested the girls far more than the caning before once again Arabella called the revelers to order.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced formally in her polished accent. "One round more of champagne will be served on the terrace and then I ask you to all make your way to the copse at the front of the house. Please all be there by nine-thirty when the main event of the evening will begin."
A low muttering swept through the guests, gasps of excitement, mystic and anticipation rippled amongst them.
"Any clues?" One voice shouted to Arabella.
In her element, Arabella stepped theatrically off the rostrum, with little Amey following behind. She strode down the hall between the guests and halted in the centre.
"No clues whatsoever," she responded beaming her delight at the many onlookers. "But I will say it will be – different."
A loud round of applause accompanied Madam's exit from the hall.
From the terrace in the fading light and rapidly advancing darkness lights could be seen. Two long rows of patio lights twinkled on the grass to form an illuminated pathway that led all the way to the copse. In the trees in the distance floodlights could be seen giving a ghostly hue to the thick canopy of trees. This all added to the excited chatter as the guests offered suggestion after suggestion as to what the main event could be.
"One thing is certain," a woman guest said loudly. "Arabella can always be relied upon to provide the best and varied entertainment."
"Agreed!" A man stated firmly. "I just wish she would let me at that tiny slut of hers."
As if prompted, Arabella moved close, Amey stood dutifully by her side.
"My little slave appeals to you then Ronald?" She asked smiling proudly. "The little slut has a body that is a delight to bed down with."
The man stood in his dark Victorian gentleman's outfit, his cock jutting stiffly out of the opening in the front in erection.
"I could have her suck you," Arabella teased.
The man smiled broadly and his cock twitched in excitement.
"Prefer to fuck the little bitch. The size of my cock would make the little slut wail that's for sure."
To Claire, standing close by, the word 'fucking' seemed alien to Madam's polished and upper-class accent. The meaning was certainly the same but in a way it seemed more sensual and horny, more emphatic and out of character.
She watched as Amey squatted, her knees parted wide and her downy covered pussy on view to all. Her tiny little hand grasped the man's cock gently and she moved her head close to the tip of his cock. Amey's sweet little fingers with the red-painted nails circled around the huge shaft and her glossy red lips moved closer still.
"God!" The man gasped in pleasure. "She has the touch of an angel."
Her little pink tongue lapped at the velvety glans, circling lovingly all around and under the great bulbous head. It flicked and teased, stabbing momentarily into the little slit at the tip to draw great sighs of delight from the man. Her tongue tensed, the very tip drilling down hard into the eye-hole of his cock.
The man's body locked rigid, his head slunk back and his eyes closed. He groaned loudly as time after time the little tongue pressed in.
"Sweet little bitch isn't she," Arabella observed casually. "You should see her in full school uniform."
He came instantly, his thick seed squirting out over Amey's red lips to coat her nose and chin then to drip down onto her naked breasts.
Claire squeezed her thighs tightly together as she watched, it put pressure on her throbbing clitoris to send shards of exquisite pleasure rushing through her. That was what she needed so very desperately, a cock. To hold and to suck, to have up inside her but the bitch Madam would not allow it. Such an erotic sight it had been, the act of her friend teasing and pleasing then accepting the sperm so readily was so very exciting.
Another man pushed his way through and stood before Amey offering his cock to her willing mouth. As he was being sucked Arabella sidled slowly over to Claire.
"Is your backside still warm?" She asked brightly.
Claire watched the repeating scene before her and didn't avert her eyes as she replied.
"Agony, it is burning like hell and I doubt that I will sit down for a week."
Arabella's wise voice came to the fore, low and knowing in its tone and words.
"It tunes the senses though doesn't it. Heightens the excitement and increases that burning need in your sweet pussy. Anticipation and the waiting, two very strong elements of the emotions that bring you close and leave you to hover there wanting so desperately."
Claire realised at that moment that Madam was right. Her need was greater than it had ever been, a dull throbbing ache that gnawed away at her insides. A tingling excitement mixed with gripping little ripples of extreme sensation that was accentuated by her pain. A glow filled her body as never before, she felt in control and yet so helpless in her need, a conflict of emotions that simply raised her level of arousal to its highest pitch. She could only nod in agreement and drew breath as Amey's cute little face received jet after jet of warm sperm spraying over it.
In the centre of the copse a large area of the clearing had been roped off in a square. Rough wooden benches had been placed around and the whole area was illuminated as daylight by the powerful floodlights. Trestle tables were strategically placed and loaded with drink and food, bundles of canes and riding crops hung from the surrounding trees for any guest that might care to use them.
It was a slightly eerie atmosphere that existed in the copse, the chill of the night air and the location, the shadow casting lights and the sheer naughtiness of the situation. The guests and sensed it as they began to arrive and settle themselves around the central arena. Usually brash individuals were more passive, the usually more reserved of the guests sat silently awaiting the show to begin.
Madam had been right Louise felt, she had recognised in herself the need to be mistreated and made to suffer but this! This was the ultimate humiliation, ridiculous and obviously designed as further payment for the unkind words Louise had written.
She had been in the small hut to the side of the roped-off area for over an hour now. Left there in darkened loneliness and uncertainty to await her unknown fate.
Rigid handcuffs held her wrists together in front of her, the palms turned downward. Her elbows had been strapped to her sides so as to keep her hands up and out at waist level and her ankles were bound tightly together. The silly suit that she wore was the real humiliation though. Made of a furry fabric, it was like a one-piece swimsuit, her thighs and legs were bare as were her arms and shoulders. The crotch had been removed to leave access to her pussy and anus but otherwise the tight suit hugged her slim body. The long floppy ears attached to her head made the rabbit outfit complete and they had even drawn whiskers on her cheeks with an eyebrow pencil.
Brilliant light hurt her eyes and as the door wrenched open, her sight blurred by the dazzling floodlights.
"Out!" The gruff voice commanded.
Louise hopped, both feet jumping in tiny little jumps that added to the silly rabbit like manner, she blushed heavily at the thought. It happened all at once, her eyes adjusted to the light and her vision cleared as a thunderous roar went up from the surrounding crowd.
She wanted to die, to just curl-up and never awake, Louise blushed deep red and hung her head in shame as the laughter echoed around her. So many people, to be the focal point and the butt of their mocking laughter was simply too much. She felt her stomach grip and her cheeks burning red as she listened to the taunting. Louise stood at the edge of the arena on full show to all; the servant behind her prevented any escape and with her ankles tethered it would have been a futile attempt anyway. Louise had now choice but to stand and to endure the deep humiliation and embarrassment that Madam had designed for her.
The noise lessened as Arabella stood, she positioned herself at the edge of the arena.
"First servant please," she announced formally.
A naked servant, still sporting his Arab strap and the hard erection it created for him stepped into the arena. He stood on the opposite side and waited for his Mistress to start the game.
"You little bunny," she addressed Louise. "Will try to outrun the buck."
A loud cheer went up and the excited crowd jostled for better viewing positions.
Louise's mind was in turmoil, she couldn't run but then the bitch Madam knew that. What they would do to her once caught? It was anyone's guess and she shuddered at the thought.
Arabella raised her arm in readiness.
"Run rabbit run," she screeched in laughter and dropped her arm smartly to her side to start the proceedings."
Louise began to hop, clumsily and frantically as the servant on the other side of the arena began circling around the roped perimeter. Panic welled up in her, her mind filled with the thoughts of her ridiculous situation and lumbering attempts to escape.
He was running towards her now, his thick cock jiggling as his body moved and was on her in an instant. Louise felt herself pushed forward onto her knees, her face pressing down on the dirt covered floor of the arena. His big hands gripped her hips, the head of his cock poised at the entrance of her pussy.
"You may release the Arab strap now," Arabella yelled above the chanting crowd.
The servant quickly unbuckled the tiny strap and gave a loud groan in relief. He pulled on Louise's hips to drive his cock fully up inside her. Her face was rubbed into the dirty soil as he rammed frantically into. Her slim body was pounded brutally by the excited servant, urged on by the baying crowd. He came, squirting his seed deep up inside her before pulling out and lifting her to her feet.
Louise's mind was a blur of confusion, the cock and the sex had been very welcome but not exciting, her position and the audience detracted from any pleasure she might have received. The man had been gorgeous; his fit young body under normal circumstances would have been welcome indeed but it had all happened so quickly.
A second servant stepped into the arena, discarded his Arab strap and advanced on Louise. His fist held his cock ready as he broke into a run a great smile on his face.
One hop was all Louise could manage before she felt herself bowled roughly off balance and rolling on the floor. He was straddling her head and sitting on her chest, the terrific weight pressing down to make breathing a difficult and laboured action. He feed the head of his cock into her gaping mouth and forced inward.
Her feet pounded the ground behind him, her knees striking in his back to ease the pressure on her chest. Her mouth full and the terrific weight combined to make her fight for air.
The crowd were on their feet, shouting and clapping their delight at her demise. A thunderous roar went up as the servant shot his come into her throat to make her gag and splutter.
Louise rolled onto her side, gasping for air as the man lifted his weight and walked away. Sperm dribbled from her mouth and pussy as she lay on her side fighting to cope with the numbing sensations in her head. A moment only she was given before she was aware of a third servant entering the arena. It was only then that it dawned on her that she would have to take all eleven of them.
She was hoisted unceremoniously to her knees and a cock pushed hard against the tight puckered entrance of her anus. She wailed a pitiful pleading as he pressed in to stretch her little ring of muscles wide. Louise screamed loudly into the soil as he pushed up inside her.
The crowd were chanting, urging him on in time with each brutal inward thrust of his hips.
"Fuck her! Fuck her!" The cry went.
She knelt here, her body battered brutally by his great bulk as she sobbed her misery to the ground. The raw burning sting in her backside and the humiliation of so many people witnessing the defilement of her most secret place made her sob even more. The wash of his sperm up inside her was welcome relief; the burning pain remained long after he withdrew his cock and walked away to the loud cheering of the crowd.
Two this time, a hand gripped her hair to lift her head and the cock forced straight into her mouth. A second cock pushed hard into her pussy from behind and both began rhythmic thrusting into her two orifices.
All of the servants in turn had her, her backside was used again and again, the deep humiliation and shame simply got worse for her. During that time though her body had responded, her mind too perhaps for sexual pleasure came from her demise. Louise found herself now welcoming the crowd being there. To be had, so brutally and so many times before them all filled her with a thrilling glow. Her helpless position and being bound simply heightened those feelings and tuned her senses acutely.
Each cock was welcome now inside her, the thought of so many different men being inside her, their sperm being injected into her over that of the man before. A sense of perverse pleasure came to her, and she began then to play to the crowd for all she was worth. She panted and sighed as each inward thrust jarred her. She cried out in urgent pleading for more and none of it was play-acting, her feelings were real. She came several times, rippling and stifled orgasms at firm but then they grew in intensity. To the delight of the crowd she screamed as a terrific orgasmic surge passed through her as a finale.
Louise knelt there in the centre of the arena, alone and highlighted by the lights. She moaned her pleasure as the waves of sensations gripped her n little convulsions of sweetness.
Arabella entered the arena and strode over the kneeling girl to tower over her.
"You learn well bitch," she said in a hushed tone and then raised her voice to address the crowd.
"This bitch insulted me, insulted her madam!"
A low moan of disapproval rippled through the audience.
"She will now display her subservience to me by licking my boots."
The crowd fell silent, waiting anxiously to see if the girl would comply.
Louise lifted her head and kissed the toe of Madam's boot, her tongue then lapped a the polished leather as she muttered her thanks to Arabella.
Arabella raised the cane and brought it down hard on Louise's backside as she licked. Again and again the cane stung at her buttocks in a torrent of cruel blows designed to inflict most pain. At length Madam paused, turned and raised her voice.
"The slut has paid her penance, I now declare her worthy to serve me."
Amidst the loud applause and cheering, Natalie and Claire stepped into the arena and walked to stand either side of Madam. They both wore their tight latex suits and carried riding crops. Little Amey skipped sweetly over to kneel in front of Arabella.
Madam raised her foot and rested on the back of Louise's head and to press her face down into the soil.
"My girls!" She announced proudly. "Now we are five at the manor. Future parties here I feel will hold much entertainment for you all."
A rousing cheer went up and wild clapping and shouting followed for minutes afterwards.
"My two girls, Claire and Natalie will now administer punishment to any guest or guests that might like to feel the bite of the crop on them. Little Amey however," she paused to stroke Amey's hair lovingly. "Remains out of bounds to all but me."
A groan of disappointment was heard from the crowd.
Winding up her speech, Arabella's voice became sincere and loud.
"I feel sure that you will all, see many happy future times here at the manor and be hearing from we five Madam's again."
As Arabella turned to leave there was a surge in the audience as they scrambled to be first to kneel before Claire and Natalie.