Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

Louise's mind was in turmoil, she couldn't run but then the bitch Madam knew that. What they would do to her once caught? It was anyone's guess and she shuddered at the thought.

Arabella raised her arm in readiness.

"Run rabbit run," she screeched in laughter and dropped her arm smartly to her side to start the proceedings."

Louise began to hop, clumsily and frantically as the servant on the other side of the arena began circling around the roped perimeter. Panic welled up in her, her mind filled with the thoughts of her ridiculous situation and lumbering attempts to escape.

He was running towards her now, his thick cock jiggling as his body moved and was on her in an instant. Louise felt herself pushed forward onto her knees, her face pressing down on the dirt covered floor of the arena. His big hands gripped her hips, the head of his cock poised at the entrance of her pussy.

"You may release the Arab strap now," Arabella yelled above the chanting crowd.

The servant quickly unbuckled the tiny strap and gave a loud groan in relief. He pulled on Louise's hips to drive his cock fully up inside her. Her face was rubbed into the dirty soil as he rammed frantically into. Her slim body was pounded brutally by the excited servant, urged on by the baying crowd. He came, squirting his seed deep up inside her before pulling out and lifting her to her feet.

Louise's mind was a blur of confusion, the cock and the sex had been very welcome but not exciting, her position and the audience detracted from any pleasure she might have received. The man had been gorgeous; his fit young body under normal circumstances would have been welcome indeed but it had all happened so quickly.

A second servant stepped into the arena, discarded his Arab strap and advanced on Louise. His fist held his cock ready as he broke into a run a great smile on his face.

One hop was all Louise could manage before she felt herself bowled roughly off balance and rolling on the floor. He was straddling her head and sitting on her chest, the terrific weight pressing down to make breathing a difficult and laboured action. He feed the head of his cock into her gaping mouth and forced inward.

Her feet pounded the ground behind him, her knees striking in his back to ease the pressure on her chest. Her mouth full and the terrific weight combined to make her fight for air.

The crowd were on their feet, shouting and clapping their delight at her demise. A thunderous roar went up as the servant shot his come into her throat to make her gag and splutter.

Louise rolled onto her side, gasping for air as the man lifted his weight and walked away. Sperm dribbled from her mouth and pussy as she lay on her side fighting to cope with the numbing sensations in her head. A moment only she was given before she was aware of a third servant entering the arena. It was only then that it dawned on her that she would have to take all eleven of them.

She was hoisted unceremoniously to her knees and a cock pushed hard against the tight puckered entrance of her anus. She wailed a pitiful pleading as he pressed in to stretch her little ring of muscles wide. Louise screamed loudly into the soil as he pushed up inside her.

The crowd were chanting, urging him on in time with each brutal inward thrust of his hips.

"Fuck her! Fuck her!" The cry went.

She knelt here, her body battered brutally by his great bulk as she sobbed her misery to the ground. The raw burning sting in her backside and the humiliation of so many people witnessing the defilement of her most secret place made her sob even more. The wash of his sperm up inside her was welcome relief; the burning pain remained long after he withdrew his cock and walked away to the loud cheering of the crowd.

Two this time, a hand gripped her hair to lift her head and the cock forced straight into her mouth. A second cock pushed hard into her pussy from behind and both began rhythmic thrusting into her two orifices.

All of the servants in turn had her, her backside was used again and again, the deep humiliation and shame simply got worse for her. During that time though her body had responded, her mind too perhaps for sexual pleasure came from her demise. Louise found herself now welcoming the crowd being there. To be had, so brutally and so many times before them all filled her with a thrilling glow. Her helpless position and being bound simply heightened those feelings and tuned her senses acutely.

Each cock was welcome now inside her, the thought of so many different men being inside her, their sperm being injected into her over that of the man before. A sense of perverse pleasure came to her, and she began then to play to the crowd for all she was worth. She panted and sighed as each inward thrust jarred her. She cried out in urgent pleading for more and none of it was play-acting, her feelings were real. She came several times, rippling and stifled orgasms at firm but then they grew in intensity. To the delight of the crowd she screamed as a terrific orgasmic surge passed through her as a finale.

Louise knelt there in the centre of the arena, alone and highlighted by the lights. She moaned her pleasure as the waves of sensations gripped her n little convulsions of sweetness.

Arabella entered the arena and strode over the kneeling girl to tower over her.

"You learn well bitch," she said in a hushed tone and then raised her voice to address the crowd.

"This bitch insulted me, insulted her madam!"

A low moan of disapproval rippled through the audience.

"She will now display her subservience to me by licking my boots."

The crowd fell silent, waiting anxiously to see if the girl would comply.

Louise lifted her head and kissed the toe of Madam's boot, her tongue then lapped a the polished leather as she muttered her thanks to Arabella.

Arabella raised the cane and brought it down hard on Louise's backside as she licked. Again and again the cane stung at her buttocks in a torrent of cruel blows designed to inflict most pain. At length Madam paused, turned and raised her voice.

"The slut has paid her penance, I now declare her worthy to serve me."

Amidst the loud applause and cheering, Natalie and Claire stepped into the arena and walked to stand either side of Madam. They both wore their tight latex suits and carried riding crops. Little Amey skipped sweetly over to kneel in front of Arabella.

Madam raised her foot and rested on the back of Louise's head and to press her face down into the soil.

"My girls!" She announced proudly. "Now we are five at the manor. Future parties here I feel will hold much entertainment for you all."

A rousing cheer went up and wild clapping and shouting followed for minutes afterwards.

"My two girls, Claire and Natalie will now administer punishment to any guest or guests that might like to feel the bite of the crop on them. Little Amey however," she paused to stroke Amey's hair lovingly. "Remains out of bounds to all but me."

A groan of disappointment was heard from the crowd.

Winding up her speech, Arabella's voice became sincere and loud.

"I feel sure that you will all, see many happy future times here at the manor and be hearing from we five Madam's again."

As Arabella turned to leave there was a surge in the audience as they scrambled to be first to kneel before Claire and Natalie.