The back door was open as she arrived and Natalie was about to step in.
"Stop," Claire's voice commanded loudly. "Take your coat off outside."
Stunned Natalie looked hesitantly around her.
"But your neighbours!" She protested. "I'm totally naked underneath."
Natalie stared in disbelief at Claire's nipple rings as she stepped into the doorway.
"I said," Claire hissed sternly. "Take your coat off outside."
Natalie complied, slipping the thick overcoat off to stand naked on the doorstep. Claire moved back to allow her entry and closed the door slowly behind her. She circled Natalie silently, walking slowly around her, both naked women pulsing with sexual expectation.
Claire took-in the firm neat breasts of her friend, the slim waist and narrow hip sand those slender thighs sculptured by much fitness training.
"Do you feel horny, bitch?" Claire's low husky voice asked in the stillness of the kitchen.
Natalie stood erect and motionless, her stare straight ahead of her.
"Yes, very…Mistress."
Claire moved to her front, aware that her friend's eyes were now searching between her thighs and inspecting the shaven mound of her mons.
"Squat bitch and part your thighs, I want to see your pussy."
Natalie gasped at the surge of excitement she felt and lowered her body as she had been instructed to.
Claire gazed at the wonderful open thighs and the very hairy pussy of her friend. The sense of command that she felt was a terrific high for her and her pussy contracted in delightful little spasms.
"Do you need to come bitch,"
"Oh yes Mistress! I need it so badly it almost hurts."
Claire nodded her acceptance.
"Touch yourself, your pussy touch it!"
Hesitantly Natalie's hand moved down between her thighs to rest on her dark thatch of hair "I've never actually…"
"Do it!" Claire hissed menacingly and then watched as her friend's slim fingers moved slowly on her labia.
"Oh God," Natalie muttered, she flushed bright red at the humiliation and raw sexual excitement of the situation.
"Two fingers, put two fingers up inside."
Natalie complied, the look of disgust on her face made Claire shiver in delight. The girl fingered herself slowly and with the utmost reluctance.
"Enough slut. Now to the bedroom and run!"
Claire delighted in her friend's haste, watching her withdraw her fingers and get to her feet before scurrying through to the hall.
Claire moved the opened parcel and wrappings from the bed and Natalie climbed on to kneel on all fours as was required of her. She knelt there silently and obediently waiting for her next instructions. Natalie shivered in delight and let out a little gasp as Claire's hand began stroking lovingly over her presented buttocks; the long delicate fingers caressing and feelings the firm young flesh. Natalie tensed as the fingers slipped slowly down over the curve of her backside edging ever closer to her open sex.
"Punishment bitch," Claire breathed excitedly. "You must be punished first."
"Yes," Natalie agreed in a low voice thick with pounding sexual arousal. She would have agreed to almost anything in her desperate longing for fulfillment.
She yelped as the flat of Claire's hand slapped hard down on her buttocks but she remained as she was. Again the hand stung her to send a warming glow moving over her buttocks and between her legs. Slap after slap struck home, the naughtiness and sheer excitement making Natalie's pussy grip and her clitoris jolt in response. Fifteen in all, slaps hard and yet so sensual, Natalie's pussy was afire with burning need. She muttered and groaned as the stinging spanking continued and then groaned her disappointment when Claire stopped.
"Turn over bitch and lay on your back."
Natalie complied, snuggling herself deeply into the thick quilt.
"What? Oh my God!" Natalie uttered as Claire took her wrist and began tying the cord around it.
Once secured Claire pulled her arm up and out and tied it securely to the head of the bed. Both her wrists and both her ankles were similarly tightly tied, each to a corner of the bed to spread-eagle Natalie immovably.
Claire surveyed her handwork on the stretched slim body of her friend before getting onto the bed and straddling Natalie's stomach. She lowered her open pussy to rest it down on Natalie's bare stomach and to drink-in the warm feel of her flesh against her inner lips. The sense of power that Claire felt as she towered her tethered and helpless friend pushed her level of arousal higher still. Her hands reached out to cover both Natalie's breasts and to begin caressing them lovingly.
Natalie whimpered softly, forcing her hard stomach upward to savour the wet warmth of Claire's pussy on her. The wonderful feel of those hand's; another woman's hands, touching her so intimately, so passionately and knowingly. She gasped at the sudden shot of pain as Claire gripped both her nipples and squeezed hard; she cried out as the long fingernails bit deeply into her tender little buds. All the time she was being caressed Claire's smiling face looked down at her in torment.
Claire's face lowered to bring her succulent red lips close to Natalie's and hovered there expectantly.
"No!" Natalie uttered. "Not kissing, please not kissing."
She turned her head to the side in avoidance.
Both of Claire's hands gripped the sides of Natalie's head to jerk her face firmly back to look up at her. They held her head securely as Claire lowered her mouth and kissed Natalie full on the lips.
The tethered girl whimpered and bucked her body but the soft warm feel of the lips, the hot and meaningful passion with which the kiss was delivered made her relent. Natalie responded, opening her mouth to accept the warm probing tongue into her mouth. For several moments the kiss lasted, Natalie's bucking of protest changed to a wriggling of delight, her own tongue feeding into Claire's mouth in a desperate and heated search for sexual pleasure.
Claire sat back smiling then dismounted and walked around to the foot of the bed. She took two pillows and pushed them under Natalie's buttocks to force her hips upward. Her mons was offered invitingly, her pussy open and exposed between the parted slender thighs.
"Lovely kiss," Claire said casually as she worked.
"Mmmm," Natalie responded and wriggled her body in contentment. She pulled against her bonds as the excitement pulsed through her.
"Now your other lips need kissing," Claire stated and climbed on the bed to kneel between Natalie's open thighs.
It took a moment for the words and their meaning to register in Natalie's brain. A look of total dread and horror came over her face; she raised her head and shoulders to strain hard against the ropes holding her.
"You can't! Not what I think you mean!" She protested in revulsion.
She cried out and half-screamed as Claire's head dipped downward.
"No! No! Please don't"
She gurgled and bucked her hips against the touch of the lips on her labia; sobbing lightly in defeat and helplessness to prevent the unwanted violation. Natalie froze as the soft lips planted feather-light kisses up and down her labia. The feelings were simply too wonderful to describe and Natalie began to relax her body and to welcome the sensual mouth against her sex.
Her body tensed again, a loud sigh and moan emitted from her as Claire's tongue slid up the length of her labia slit to taste the flowing juices. Natalie struggled against the ropes, not to gain release from her bonds but to cope with the powerful sensations that were ripping through her body.
"Oh God," she whimpered softly.
As the thick tongue pressed in and up inside her pussy Natalie came. Her thighs twitched in involuntary spasm, her head nodded wildly to urge the teasing tongue and her orgasm onward and inward. Her slight body quivered her delight, a loud sigh signaled the end and she slumped sated back onto the bed.
"Good bitch?" Claire's soft voice enquired from somewhere far off. " Not finished yet you horny little slut."
Natalie raised her head and shoulders; the smile left her face instantly and her eyes opened wide in horror. What the smiling Claire was holding in her hand filled Natalie with dread; the fact that Claire would actually use the object on her simply turned that dread into a very real fear.
It was more a sedan chair than a throne that the servants carried out of the manor and onto the wide terrace. It looked like a throne but had two long bearers either side that the naked menservants used to carry Arabella to the designated spot before the arena. Once on the grass the chair and Arabella were lowered, the servants standing dutifully at attention by her sides.
The arena was a roped-off area of grass and the two combatants stood ready, one in each opposing corner. Both servants were totally naked, their muscular bodies gleaming with the covering of baby oil. Their expressions were set and their stances defensive.
"You will," Arabella's voice announced formally. "Engage in combat for five rounds each of two minutes, the winner – and only the winner – will share my bed tonight. No biting, kicking or punching allowed but otherwise – anything goes."
Arabella raised her hand.
"Let the contest begin."
Her arm snapped smartly down in signal and she settled herself to watch the fray.
Both men were at each other instantly, grappling and grunting, they used all the power in their strong bodies to try to defeat the other and to gain the offered prize.
Arabella gasped as the jolt in her pussy drew thrilling sensation to heighten her arousal. To watch two fit young men battling for her body and favours was so very exciting. The way they went at each other, head-locks and wrist grabs, the oil on their bodies making the contest even more exciting. She jumped to her feet in heated excitement as Jason threw the other servant to the ground and straddled his chest. To see the young men's bodies pressed hard against one another was so sexually thrilling; that Jason now had a partial erection simply added to that.
Suddenly Jason was thrown off, Clive rolled quickly to reverse the situation. Her gripped hard around Jason's waist, his cock pressed hard against the other man's buttocks. Arabella groaned at the sight and thought of it and pinched her hard nipples. The two men grunted and cursed as they struggled, Jason broke free and twisted Clive's arm painfully up his back, his other arm pinned as Jason's powerful grip twisted it cruelly.
Clive cried out in submission as Jason's strong hands moved then to wrench his head to the side and the contest was over.
Arabella stood panting, her whole body alive with sexual pounding and need. Pulsing waves of tingling excitement tore at her inside to fire her level of sexual longing. Her pussy literally oozed its juices and her clitoris throbbed in desperate wanting.
"Jason," she said aloud, her voice thick and hoarse. "Is declared the winner and comes to my room tonight. Clive – you go to the punishment wing and wait for me there."
"No!" Natalie protested urgently as her eyes fixed on the big black dildo.
The enormous phallus that Claire held up was truly huge; sculptured like a man's cock it was bigger and thicker than any man could ever be. The big bulbous head alone was the size of a small tomato and the veiny shaft wide and solid.
Claire held the huge member up by the thick hand grip and smeared the lubricating jelly slowly up and down the shaft in a mimicry of wanking it. The ebony shaft glistened menacingly in the reflected light to show clearly the enormous proportions of the member.
"Delights to come for you bitch," she taunted and moved to kneel next to Natalie on the bed.
"Please!" Natalie whimpered. "It will damage me – please don't!"
Claire ignored her, she used two fingers of her left hand to hold Natalie's labia wider apart and location the huge head of the dildo at the entrance to her friend's pussy.
Natalie began to sob softly, the cold feel and the great size of the phallus made her tense in fear.
"Relax bitch and all will be well."
Natalie drew breath as the big head pushed in, stretching her soft inner lips wide to accept the bulbous head. She cried out as the head pushed in to pause and rest just inside the entrance of her pussy.
Claire looked down, amazed at the way her friend's pink inner lips gripped tightly and closely around the thick girth. Black against pink, it seemed an erotic sight in itself.
"Ahhh!" Natalie cried out as the long cock-like dildo began to push slowly up inside her.
Her head was forward, her shoulders straining and her face screwed up in a pained and fearful expression.
Up and up it traveled, seemingly never ending until the whole of it was inside her. Claire rested it there to allow her body to accommodate its huge size.
Natalie was panting, puffing and breathing as though in labour.
"Good?" Claire asked brightly and began to slowly withdraw the big dildo.
Natalie simply grunted her response, her eyes fixed firmly on the mound of her mons as she looked down over her own stomach.
Just the head was inside now, Claire paused there teasingly and then began to push back up into her friend's pussy.
"Oh God!" Natalie muttered and slumped back in defeat to accept the huge invader into her body.
Faster the rhythm built, each outward stroke leaving the head inside before the great length pushed fully back inside.
"Unnnh!" Natalie grunted as Claire began thrusting harder. With each powerful inward thrust Natalie grunted aloud. Her body was now relaxing and her hips moving to meet each inward push of the big cock. Her mouth fell open and her eyes closed as the wonderful sensation came to her.
"Little bitch!" Claire breathed in awe as her friend began to enjoy the feelings.
Faster and harder Claire pumped the dildo into Natalie's pussy, her hand crushing hard against her erect clitoris on each inward push.
Natalie's hands gripped her restraining ropes and pulled at them urgently. Her stomach began to undulate and her hips rose to meet the thrusts.
"Yes!" She pleaded softly. "Yes!"
Claire's arm was almost a blur now as the pace had built to a frantic fucking of her friend. Her breathing was fast and laboured as she worked the big cock in and out.
"Harder!" Natalie pleaded and then became more demanding in her urgency. "Harder – do it harder!"
A rattle gurgled in her throat, her eyes locked wide open and rush of air came from her lungs. Her whole body locked rigid and she came to a thunderous orgasm.
She screamed. Her head nodding and her body trembling as the waves of sensation tore at her insides. She sighed loudly and slumped back onto the bed panting loudly.
Clive was suspended from the ceiling of the cellar in the punishment block. Thin cords secured only his thumbs but they imprisoned him painfully on tip-toe, he was naked and stretched uncomfortably awaiting Madam's arrival.
The door opened and Arabella strode purposefully in, a riding crop dangling from her wrist. She wore tight black leggings and boots, the high-heels clicking noisily on the stone slab floor. Her top half was naked except for the tight lacy bra in black that squeezed her breasts tantalisingly up and together.
"You failed me," she said casually.
Clive cleared his throat.
"Madam, I am sorry," he croaked nervously. When Madam was angry she was a force indeed to contend with, all the servants knew this and to a man they both feared and yet loved her.
Madam positioned herself at his side, her body close and pressing lightly against his side. Her voice was low and sensual as she sought to arouse him.
"So big! Your cock is mmm! So very nice."
He groaned, not in pleasure but in the knowledge of what was to come. Only once had he ever suffered the expected punishment and never again did he want to. Clive fought hard to stem his rising erection.
"My pussy," Arabella breathed. "Is wet and in need of your cock."
He groaned loudly as his cock stirred into life and began to harden; the feel of her warm body against his, the heady smell of her perfume and the sensuality of her manner all combined to bring it up.
His head threw back and he screamed as she cut down hard on it with the crop. A savage and meaningful lash that jarred his whole cock downward and against his angle of erection.
"Failure," she purred sexily. "I simply do not accept."
A second stinging lash bit fiercely down onto his cock and again he wailed his pity to the cold stone walls. Arabella paused, one hand cupping his balls tenderly and the other using a finger to tease between his tensed buttocks.
"Get hard again my little man," she taunted.
Clive shook his head in denial, fighting desperately to avoid a second erection in his aching cock. The burning stinging had now turned to a dull and numbing throb that made any control difficult.
He whimpered as his cock began to rise, the teasing hand and fingers working to excite over pain. Once again he was erect, her hand moved to grip the swollen shaft and to hold it tenderly.
"What does Madam not accept?" She asked in a singing and mocking tone.
"Failure!" He blurted. "Failure Madam."
"Yes!" She cooed sarcastically. "That's right and you did fail me Clive."
His screaming was renewed as two more cruel lashes of the crop struck hard down on his cock before Arabella again paused.
"Enough of that now," she reassured softly.
He groaned his relief and uttered gratefully. "Thank you. Thank you Madam."
Arabella straightened her body, pushing her chest out for his benefit and to add emphasis to her words.
"Your internal tube will now be bruised and the passage of any liquids down it will be painful in the extreme."
Clive nodded mournfully his acknowledgement of the facts stated.
Arabella's voice again changed to a low and sensual tone.
"I will now insert my finger into your anus and locate your prostrate gland."
The servant looked up at her quizzically.
"The stroking of your little gland makes you come ' uncontrollably and unstoppably."
Several seconds passed as Clive absorbed the full implications of her words then he began to cry. Great heaving sobs racked his body as Madam knelt before him and slipped a hand between his legs and located the entrance to his anus.
He wailed pitifully as the middle finger of her hand pushed inside, forcing his little muscles wide in her exploration. Just a moment passed before his body began to twitch in involuntary spasm.
"You won't be able to stop it," she teased. "The gland reacts to stimulation that you simply can't control."
His cock jerked and rose to emit a long stream of this sperm that jetted forcefully out of the end. He screamed a long and pained wailing that echoed around the otherwise silent room. On and on the stream of sperm jetted in a seemingly never ending flow.
Arabella closed her eyes and moaned her delight as his warm sticky come splashed all over her face and breasts. She paused, moving the finger inside him off his gland.
"Good boy," she mocked. "Scream well my little man for I simply love it when you wail."
As the finger located once again his body stiffened, his mouth open and eyes locked wide.
Arabella tensed herself as she squatted there and came to orgasm as his warm juices again spurted over her face and shoulders.
"Mmmm," she moaned sexily and licked at the thick globules on her lips. Several more times should do for today."
Claire was straddled over Natalie's face, her open pussy pressing down on Natalie's mouth.
"Lick me bitch," she demanded for the third time.
A muffled refusal came from between her thighs and Claire pressed down harder. She reveled in her friend's disgust and revulsion at being expected to perform such an act.
Claire leaned forwards, her hands placed one on each of Natalie's parted thighs, her head dipped down to kiss lightly on Natalie's erect clitoris.
"Do it bitch," Claire growled and closed her lips around the hard bud.
Natalie's body tensed, her mouth opened in reaction and her tongue pushed out.
Claire tensed and moaned in delight as the thick worm of Natalie's tongue slipped up into her open pussy. Her own mouth sucked and her teeth clenched lightly to trap her friend's hard clitoris.
A series of quivering spasms gripped Natalie's body to shiver as the grip on her bud increased. Her tongue pushed fully out and up inside to curl around in exploration.
Thick musky juices filled Natalie's senses of smell and taste, her sense of feel simply tuned to a high pitch as the exciting sensations pounded through her.
Claire hands stroked and caressed, moving ever close toward Natalie's open pussy. Two fingers of each of her hands pushed inside the gaping tunnel to probe and search in a fervent hunger for release. Her mouth worked, the tongue flicking lightly across he very tip of Natalie's hard bud. The two women licking and sucking now in a passionate kissing of deep sexual pleasure.
Claire came first, her thighs clamping hard around Natalie's head as a terrific surge of sensation shot through her. Her teeth bit hard n her excitement and her fingers delved deep in her orgasm.
Natalie followed shortly after, sensing and feeling her friend's body as she came had a profound effect on her to bring her of instantly. She bucked and writhed at the waves of powerful sensation tore through her body.
It was with a most casual ease that the two women now sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee. Both were fully dressed and fully sexually gratified following their session together. There was an easiness between them, one that had never existed prior to today and both women were appreciative of it and to be able to talk freely about it.
"That!" Natalie said empathetically. "Was the very best – and the most orgasms – I have ever had."
Claire smiled back and set down her coffee cup.
" Glad you liked it. You really were a bitch devouring that big dildo the way that you did. Much more though to come at the manor and with Arabella's servants."
Natalie's eyes widened in interest, she shivered in delight as the thoughts came to her.
"What do it with other men you mean?"
Claire nodded.
"Not just men, but strapping young and fit men with bodies straight from heaven and cocks like small cucumbers. Two or three at a time if you want."
"No!" Natalie squealed in disbelief but her eyes seeking confirmation.
"True I assure you. I had two blokes at once there."
"Two?" Natalie asked looking a little bemused.
"Claire leaned forward across the table and lowered her voice secretively.
"One cock in my mouth and another up my pussy."
Natalie swallowed hard and sipped at her coffee, when she spoke her voice was trembling with excitement but the tone was more serious.
"My turn to visit the manor next week and I must admit I am beginning to feel a little nervous about it."
Claire sat back and crossed her legs.
"Excited too – bitch."
Natalie looked up mischievously.
"And that – Mistress."
The two women giggled and enjoyed the light-heartedness before again the toned turned back to serious.
"Haven't told the others anything have you, wouldn't want to ruin the surprise for Amey and Louise."
Natalie shook her head as she sipped from her mug.
"Nope! Licking and doing things with another woman is not the sort of thing that one wishes to discuss with friends."
Claire laughed aloud.
"You utter snob! Happy to get your pussy licked by a woman but not to talk of it."
Natalie flushed at the mickey-taking and responded equally light-heartedly.
"I will need to cultivate my speech," she mimicked in a polished accent. "If I am to serve at the manor."
Claire fell silent and said softly.
"And at the manor you will do exactly that – serve the Madam Arabella."
"Oh God," Natalie mumbled. " The very thought makes me all horny again."
Claire covered Natalie's hand lovingly and stroked it tenderly.
"You serve me bitch. Arabella at weekends perhaps but during the week you are mine."
Natalie leaned close, her mouth just inches from Claire's pouting lips.
"Happy to serve you ' Mistress."
Claire's hand slipped around Natalie's head to draw her on to a passionate and hungry kiss. Tongues entwined the women kissed passionately as two lovers would, then as the kiss ended.
"I'm in need again," Claire breathed in a thick voice.
Natalie stare back.
"Your turn with the dildo I think, my pussy is still recovering."
Claire smiled back.
"Do it bitch!" She hissed.
Natalie hissed back sexily.
"Yes, Mistress."