Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

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."