Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

Pain, such as she had never before known burned cruelly in her backside as the tight little ring of muscles was forced apart and the great head of his cock pushed inside. Claire screamed, a pitiful and pained wailing as the cock pushed up inside her anus. The horse stood firm, hard and muscular, she was trapped, pressed against the beast with another defiling her most private of places. She began sobbing in deep humiliation as he began a frantic thrusting up inside her.

On and on the burning agony continued, raw pain and little excitement was all that Claire could sense. Harder and more brutally he rammed into her slight body, she could hear Madam's laughter as she watched Claire's deep shame.

He came, a powerful wash of sperm jetting deep up inside her rectum, Claire fought the nice sensations, denying to herself that this could be at all pleasant She gasped loudly in relief as he withdrew, the sore and stretched muscles of her backside stinging painfully long after his extraction. Her hair was grasped by a firm hand, her head swung around so roughly that she lost balance and fell to her knees. Different hands now of the other servant held her wrists and pushed her forwards to press her face down onto the cooling grass. Claire simply sobbed her misery as his cock too then forced it's way up inside her tender anus.

"Ride her!" Madam screeched in delight, her voice high and excited.

Claire's whole body shook with each forceful thrust of the servants hips. Her crashed hard against her, driving his thick rod painfully into her. Several horrible moments passed and then a warm and comforting wash came over Claire. Her mind imagined his thick cock pumping in and out of her secret place. The way her little body had stretched accommodate its great girth and the sheer brutality with which be was abusing her. Her clitoris jolted, she found herself grunting in time with his pumping hips.

"The bitch is coming!" Arabella squealed. "The little slut is coming!"

Those words, the deep humiliation and the forced rape of her backside all combined to bring her off. Claire felt one great surge of sensation and then she came, her body shuddering in wild spasm as the feelings tore at her insides. A second wash of sperm inside her body drew even sweeter sensations and the servant's excited grunting simply added to her pleasure.

Finished with, Claire was shoved roughly to the grass to lay discarded and used to murmur and shiver before the watching audience. Like a rag doll thrown aside by a child that had now lost interest in her, Claire was left alone as she lay, bruised and sore but satisfied.

The burning soreness remained but Claire felt strangely complete in a way now that her last orifice had been violated by a man. It was although nothing else could shock her and there was nowhere else on her body that a cock could be inserted for the first time. Reflecting back on it, the session on the horse, the awful agony of the long wait and then her brutal rape were so very exciting and horny. Not rape in the true sense of the word of course but certainly against her will – at first anyway. That rough and unexpected taking of her had simply heightened the experience better still than the first time the servant raped her. Claire felt now that she was learning but more than that she was beginning to understand herself better and her growing sexual needs and desires. Madam had introduced her to humiliation and pain, sexual practices that previously Claire would have considered utterly revolting and unspeakable; but now – it was all so very different.

She walked with pride, her head up and shoulders back in the 'corrective posture session' as Madam called it.

"Clench those buttocks!" Madam urged and flicked the long training whip to bite harshly across her buttocks.

Claire winced as the very tip of the thin whip curled around her outer thigh to sting cruelly at her soft flesh. Taut and tensed she walked naked, her buttock muscles now firmed and shaped with the constant training.

"During the week," Madam called to her as Claire walked in a circle around her. "You will insert objects into your pussy, to hold them and to train those juicy little internal muscles of your into vice-like clamps of pure delight."

Two more sting flicks of the whip urged Claire to answer, she was deep in thought, imagining gripping around a long thick cock that was buried up inside her.

"Yes, Madam," Claire responded loudly as she walked.

For more than an hour she had been walking, posing and bending. Each move now more sensual and confident as the training had begun to take effect. Facial expressions, a turn of the head, the use of the eyes to lure and to stun; nothing was missed in these sessions.

"Halt now," Arabella commanded. "We will take a fifteen minute break and then do something about getting your awful make-up straightened out."

"Yes, Madam," Claire said slightly hurt at the remark for she had gone to much trouble to look good for Madam.

The whip stung her body, flicking agonisingly across her breasts.

"Tone, girl – tone!" Arabella barked. "Never use such a tone. Positive in thought and positive in action, men will expect it of you!"

"Yes Madam!" Claire responded loudly and forcefully. She felt her pussy moisten as the numbing pain seeped through her breasts and tingled in her ringed nipples.

To her surprise it was a male servant that was to apply the makeup. Claire sat on the velvety padded stool before the dressing table in her room, Madam as always, was standing close by. The naked servant busied himself preparing the items, Claire moved her gaze over his tight buttocks and his dangling cock whenever the opportunity presented itself. She sat naked and aroused, shivering in delight as he leaned over her to work on her eyeliner. His odour and his closeness; the occasional brush of his naked skin against her shoulder or leg sent thrilling shards of pleasure running through her.

Claire found herself rubbing her knee against his leg, transmitting her arousal and need, delighting in the way his thick cock stirred and began to harden. Her body pulsed as his cock rose, excited and twitching it grew to full erection. She gasped as the big head touched lightly against the side of her breast, his hands now applying eye shadow to her closed lids.

The situation and the need overcame her, Claire grasped his cock and dipped her head, taking his thick girth greedily into her mouth. She sat whilst he stood, sucking and mewing her pleasure as Madam looked on.

Her other hand roamed his strong muscular thigh and teased at his balls, her need so great now her lips worked in tandem with her tongue to devour the throbbing cock. Claire's head dipped and then withdrew, pumping steadily in a bobbing motion of sheer and urgent need.

It hit suddenly, a forceful spurt of his thick seed jetting to the back of her throat. Claire gagged at the sudden rush of liquid but swallowed hungrily, the surplus sperm oozing out from between her lips and his cock. Her tongue worked to clean his juices, lapping lovingly at the wet warm prize and curling around and under the big head. Her other hand smeared the thick globules that had dribbled down onto her breasts; massaging it into her skin like a lotion.

"You are learning bitch!" Madam complimented. "Men are to be used as and when you feel the need, I am pleased with your continuing progress."

Claire sat back delighted, not only with her accomplishment but more so with Madam's praise.

"There is however," Madam's stern voice announced loudly. "A matter of courtesy which you have not obeyed. When I am present you must ask – and you did not."

"But Madam…"

"Silence!" Arabella snapped. "Stand and turn, seat yourself against the dressing table facing me."