Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

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.