Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

"I will," Claire said easily. "Send someone to release you – but not until morning."

She walked away toward the house laughing loudly with the desperate pleading shouts of the two visitors becoming more distant by the moment.

Natalie trembled as she picked up the letter from the door mat, it was from Arabella, she simply knew it even before she had opened it. Carefully, she opened the envelope as she moved into the lounge and sat slowly down on the settee.

Her interest was total, Natalie read slowly so as to fully absorb each and every ornately written word on the thick cartridge paper. She gasped in excited pleasure as her instructions were issued, her pussy contracting in response. She was to go to the main park at midnight on Friday, at the point where the paths crossed near the main gates she was to wait there naked and alone.

She flushed with pounding excitement, her body throbbing in anticipation of her compliance. Natalie laid the letter carefully aside, next Friday simply couldn't come too quickly for her.

Claire entered Madam's bedroom totally naked; she hung her head and her hands were clasped behind her back as she had been instructed to do so. Madam's firm hand guided her to straddle the low framework.

About four inches wide and two feet high the thin frame was about three feet long with two foot stirrups fixed to the base flanges at either side. A thick latex dildo stuck up from the centre of the frame and it was to this point that Claire was guided.

Claire stood now with the framework slotted between her knees whilst Arabella strapped her feet securely into the stirrups. Her wrists were firmly roped together behind her back and her elbows pulled painfully in together and bound securely.

Arabella stood before the tethered girl, a huge smile creasing her face and her eyes filled with dancing excitement.

"I call this contraption my 'Iron Maiden' and its delights you will soon taste for yourself."

At the press of an electric switch the framework began to rise up slowly, Arabella guided the head of the thick dildo to locate in the entrance to Claire's pussy. Up and up the framework rose, pushing the full length of the dildo up inside her and then the motor stopped.

Claire's body was forced upward, her legs stretched by the upward pressure of the framework and dildo. The cock-like phallus inside her felt huge and firm, welcome but not really sexual.

Arabella approached and sprung open the little nipple-clamp, holding it up for Claire's benefit.

"These my little bitch," she breathed excitedly. "Will help tune your senses – and your pussy."

Claire grunted as the sharp metal teeth bit spitefully into the very tip of her nipple; burning agony shot through her whole body but her inner muscles gripped in reaction. These sensations were repeated as the second clamp was attached to her other nipple and her body shook in pained tension. It felt so very wonderful, to be bound so uncomfortably, a dildo up inside her and not the introduction of raw and Agonising pain. Her clitoris jutted out from her body in excitement, Claire just wished she were able to touch and to stroke her throbbing bud. She bit her bottom lip to stifle her rising emotions but remained silent.

Arabella moved onto the huge double bed and settled her naked body comfortably. She raised her knees and parted her long slender thighs to show her shaven pussy in all its glory. A huge black dildo was worked fully up inside her, forcing her swollen labia apart and stretching the pink inner lips tightly around its thickness. Madam rested there, one hand holding the handgrip of the dildo in her right hand, the left holding the control switch for the framework.

"I simply love this part," Arabella purred sexily. "I find it so very, well exciting."

It crashed against Claire's body suddenly, a brilliant flash of confusion filled her mind. The framework suddenly drop about six inches and instantly rammed hard back upward to jar Claire's frail body violently.

"Unnnh!" Claire uttered as the rapid ramming dildo was smashed into her. Pinioned as she was she could do nothing whatsoever but to stand and accept the heavy pounding of her body. Fast and hard, the framework moved, jerking Claire's body harshly with the force of the upward move. Cruel and rough, hard and uncaring the rapid fucking went.

Madam purred her contentment and began to use the long dildo on herself, sliding it slowly in and out of her pussy as she watched the young girl in her demise. Faster Arabella moved her hand, her excitement growing as she watched Claire being battered so brutally. The girl's mouth hung open and her eyes wide in fearful uncertainty as she was jerked like as rag doll.

Madam snuggled deeper into the quilt, raised her hips and began pumping the dildo furiously into her open pussy. During her pleasure never once did her eyes leave the wonderful sight of the girl in pained ecstasy.

Claire was helpless and her mind felt distant, it was difficult to even think during the rapid upward pounding of the dildo. She had come once already, the sight of Arabella fucking herself so fervently with the long dildo, writhing and moaning her delight as she had brought Claire off. She now felt herself building toward her second and seemingly equally powerful orgasm. And she did, as Madam's hips bucked high in a final surge of pleasure and she screamed, Claire came too.

Claire wore little suede ankles boots and black hold-up stockings. A tight uplift bra in lacy black and a tiny pair of panties that barely covered her pussy. Around her throat she wore a velvet choker and her hair styled to cling against the sides of her head and face.

In the large study she stood, the morning sun beaming brightly through the high Edwardian windows to bath the room with warmth.

The two visitors knelt naked before her, their hands tied behind their backs and ankles bound together with coarse rope. Their heads were forward and touching the carpet in a humble and subservient fashion.

"Did you enjoy your night in the woods?" She asked coldly. "I'm told that it rained hard at one point during the early hours."

"Yes Mistress," the two men answered as one. Their voices were low and defeated, all fight and resistance long removed from their spirit.

Claire grunted her approval but sought further confirmation of their commitment.

"You are then I take it, both now ready to comply with my instructions?"

"Yes Mistress," both voices answered solemnly.

Claire placed the sole of one of her feet down on the back of the younger man's neck to hold him firm.

"Excellent! Then we will start the day as we mean to go – with a little pain."

In an overhead swing of the thin cane, she cut down hard to sting agonisingly down the crease of his presented buttocks and on the tender entrance of his anus.

The man screamed loudly. And then it changed to a pitiful pleading wail that bore testament to the excruciating agony that he felt. Twice more she lashed down on him, expert deftness aiming the blows precisely. She then moved to the second man and repeated three savage lashes also on his tender orifice.

It felt so good, the command she had, the way these pathetic men cringed at her feet in fear of her. Wave after wave of terrific sensation flooded through to pulse hard in her pussy.

"Madam tells me that you are here to learn the delights that pain can bring. You will during this weekend learn a great deal my worthless little shits," she gloated.

One with each hand, she gripped their hair and hoisted them unceremoniously to their feet. Cries of pain filled the room as they struggled to gain their feet and to ease to tearing pain in their scalps.

Claire maneuvered them close and facing one another, their bodies just inches apart. Using her delicate fingers in a sensual and stroking fashion she coaxed their flaccid cocks to erection. Moaning and gasping softly for added effect, Claire fondled and teased until both were fully hard. Thin cord bound them, both the hard cocks pressed upright and against each other, she tied the two erect members securely together.