Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

A loud round of applause accompanied Madam's exit from the hall.

From the terrace in the fading light and rapidly advancing darkness lights could be seen. Two long rows of patio lights twinkled on the grass to form an illuminated pathway that led all the way to the copse. In the trees in the distance floodlights could be seen giving a ghostly hue to the thick canopy of trees. This all added to the excited chatter as the guests offered suggestion after suggestion as to what the main event could be.

"One thing is certain," a woman guest said loudly. "Arabella can always be relied upon to provide the best and varied entertainment."

"Agreed!" A man stated firmly. "I just wish she would let me at that tiny slut of hers."

As if prompted, Arabella moved close, Amey stood dutifully by her side.

"My little slave appeals to you then Ronald?" She asked smiling proudly. "The little slut has a body that is a delight to bed down with."

The man stood in his dark Victorian gentleman's outfit, his cock jutting stiffly out of the opening in the front in erection.

"I could have her suck you," Arabella teased.

The man smiled broadly and his cock twitched in excitement.

"Prefer to fuck the little bitch. The size of my cock would make the little slut wail that's for sure."

To Claire, standing close by, the word 'fucking' seemed alien to Madam's polished and upper-class accent. The meaning was certainly the same but in a way it seemed more sensual and horny, more emphatic and out of character.

She watched as Amey squatted, her knees parted wide and her downy covered pussy on view to all. Her tiny little hand grasped the man's cock gently and she moved her head close to the tip of his cock. Amey's sweet little fingers with the red-painted nails circled around the huge shaft and her glossy red lips moved closer still.

"God!" The man gasped in pleasure. "She has the touch of an angel."

Her little pink tongue lapped at the velvety glans, circling lovingly all around and under the great bulbous head. It flicked and teased, stabbing momentarily into the little slit at the tip to draw great sighs of delight from the man. Her tongue tensed, the very tip drilling down hard into the eye-hole of his cock.

The man's body locked rigid, his head slunk back and his eyes closed. He groaned loudly as time after time the little tongue pressed in.

"Sweet little bitch isn't she," Arabella observed casually. "You should see her in full school uniform."

He came instantly, his thick seed squirting out over Amey's red lips to coat her nose and chin then to drip down onto her naked breasts.

Claire squeezed her thighs tightly together as she watched, it put pressure on her throbbing clitoris to send shards of exquisite pleasure rushing through her. That was what she needed so very desperately, a cock. To hold and to suck, to have up inside her but the bitch Madam would not allow it. Such an erotic sight it had been, the act of her friend teasing and pleasing then accepting the sperm so readily was so very exciting.

Another man pushed his way through and stood before Amey offering his cock to her willing mouth. As he was being sucked Arabella sidled slowly over to Claire.

"Is your backside still warm?" She asked brightly.

Claire watched the repeating scene before her and didn't avert her eyes as she replied.

"Agony, it is burning like hell and I doubt that I will sit down for a week."

Arabella's wise voice came to the fore, low and knowing in its tone and words.

"It tunes the senses though doesn't it. Heightens the excitement and increases that burning need in your sweet pussy. Anticipation and the waiting, two very strong elements of the emotions that bring you close and leave you to hover there wanting so desperately."

Claire realised at that moment that Madam was right. Her need was greater than it had ever been, a dull throbbing ache that gnawed away at her insides. A tingling excitement mixed with gripping little ripples of extreme sensation that was accentuated by her pain. A glow filled her body as never before, she felt in control and yet so helpless in her need, a conflict of emotions that simply raised her level of arousal to its highest pitch. She could only nod in agreement and drew breath as Amey's cute little face received jet after jet of warm sperm spraying over it.

In the centre of the copse a large area of the clearing had been roped off in a square. Rough wooden benches had been placed around and the whole area was illuminated as daylight by the powerful floodlights. Trestle tables were strategically placed and loaded with drink and food, bundles of canes and riding crops hung from the surrounding trees for any guest that might care to use them.

It was a slightly eerie atmosphere that existed in the copse, the chill of the night air and the location, the shadow casting lights and the sheer naughtiness of the situation. The guests and sensed it as they began to arrive and settle themselves around the central arena. Usually brash individuals were more passive, the usually more reserved of the guests sat silently awaiting the show to begin.

Madam had been right Louise felt, she had recognised in herself the need to be mistreated and made to suffer but this! This was the ultimate humiliation, ridiculous and obviously designed as further payment for the unkind words Louise had written.

She had been in the small hut to the side of the roped-off area for over an hour now. Left there in darkened loneliness and uncertainty to await her unknown fate.

Rigid handcuffs held her wrists together in front of her, the palms turned downward. Her elbows had been strapped to her sides so as to keep her hands up and out at waist level and her ankles were bound tightly together. The silly suit that she wore was the real humiliation though. Made of a furry fabric, it was like a one-piece swimsuit, her thighs and legs were bare as were her arms and shoulders. The crotch had been removed to leave access to her pussy and anus but otherwise the tight suit hugged her slim body. The long floppy ears attached to her head made the rabbit outfit complete and they had even drawn whiskers on her cheeks with an eyebrow pencil.

Brilliant light hurt her eyes and as the door wrenched open, her sight blurred by the dazzling floodlights.

"Out!" The gruff voice commanded.

Louise hopped, both feet jumping in tiny little jumps that added to the silly rabbit like manner, she blushed heavily at the thought. It happened all at once, her eyes adjusted to the light and her vision cleared as a thunderous roar went up from the surrounding crowd.

She wanted to die, to just curl-up and never awake, Louise blushed deep red and hung her head in shame as the laughter echoed around her. So many people, to be the focal point and the butt of their mocking laughter was simply too much. She felt her stomach grip and her cheeks burning red as she listened to the taunting. Louise stood at the edge of the arena on full show to all; the servant behind her prevented any escape and with her ankles tethered it would have been a futile attempt anyway. Louise had now choice but to stand and to endure the deep humiliation and embarrassment that Madam had designed for her.

The noise lessened as Arabella stood, she positioned herself at the edge of the arena.

"First servant please," she announced formally.

A naked servant, still sporting his Arab strap and the hard erection it created for him stepped into the arena. He stood on the opposite side and waited for his Mistress to start the game.

"You little bunny," she addressed Louise. "Will try to outrun the buck."

A loud cheer went up and the excited crowd jostled for better viewing positions.