Claire moved close, positioning herself to the side of the older man. She smiled sweetly at him as she raised the crop high above her shoulder.
"Sing loud my sweet for there is only the trees to hear your pain."
She cut down harshly with the crop to land a stinging blow to the top of his thigh.
He screamed, a pained wailing that portrayed his intense agony. Again she struck, the crop slicing through the air to sting savagely on his other thigh. Eight lashes in all she laid on him, on his legs, stomach and chest before she paused.
The pounding excitement she felt flooded through her, his muttering and suffering adding to her now high state of arousal. She moved to stand close by the younger man and raised the crop.
"No!" He wailed fearfully. "Release me – I want to leave!"
Claire paused and looked a him questioningly.
"Leave? Did you say leave?"
She laughed aloud and then lashed savagely at his shins. Claire continued to laugh as she beat his thighs and lower belly, his chest and shoulder with sixteen hard and brutal lashes. She at last halted, her chest rising and falling with her excited breathing. Claire leaned close to his face, her expression stern and threatening.
"You came here for the weekend and you will stay for every last minute of that time. Your disobedience will only add to the suffering that I will inflict upon you during that time."
The man groaned mournfully through clenched teeth as he fought to cope with the searing pain in his body.
Claire moved back, discarded the crop and stood with legs set apart. Her hands went to the zipper of her tight outfit and slid it down past her breasts almost to her mons.
"Help me out of this," she called to the servant.
It was a struggle, the tight suit and her body moisture had created a tight vacuum that resisted efforts to remove it. Slowly and with the servants help her glistening nude body began to appear. Claire was wet, her whole body coated in a heavy covering of perspiration that gleamed in the bright daylight. She stood proud and naked with just her long boots remaining on her slim body.
With a wave of her hand she beckoned the man servant around to her front.
"Lick my breasts," she instructed casually.
Claire stood erect as the hunky servant ran his tongue over her soft orbs, lapping eagerly at the moisture on her skin. Down between her breasts, her nipples and rings and onto her lower stomach his searching tongue moved. Many minutes passed before she called a halt, dropped her body to squat and gripped the servants cock. Her mouth cover the end and she feed the whole length of it deep into her throat. A surge shot through her as she heard the older visitor gasp in envious wonder at her actions.
For several minutes she sucked and licked the great cock, tickling at his firm ball – sac with one delicate hand. Her head bobbed in slow and sensual movements with her lips gripped tightly around its girth. A length she withdrew, stood upright and addressed the two visitors.
"You could have experienced the feel of my mouth on your cocks you stupid little men but you have displeased me. If your performance improves tomorrow I might – just might – allow you to touch me."
Claire knelt on all fours, side-on to the two watching visitors to give them a clear view of her.
"Fuck me," she ordered the servant.
Claire gasped as his great hands gripped her hips and the big bulbous head of his cock located at the entrance to her pussy. She cried out as he pushed fully home up inside her and began a frantic thrusting with his hips. Her whole body shook as the man pounded hard into her, her whole strength pinioning her and crashing against her.
The thrill of the situation heightened Claire's pleasure. The two watching men were spellbound in envy, wishing that it could them having her in the servants place. Their cocks began to stiffen, pulling painfully against the weighted cords attached to them. The men's face screwed up in a grimace of tortured agony yet they continued to what Claire in her pleasure.
She moaned and grunted as she was so violently fucked, it was not only for her benefit but for both of the visitors also. Claire cried out as she felt the servant begin to tense, his pace quickened and he grunted loudly. She screamed as he came, his hot sperm washing her insides in excited little jerks. Claire came to orgasm instantly, her mouth open and her head nodding acceptance of the wonderful sensations. She slumped forwards murmuring her pleasure to the leaf-coated ground.
Several minutes passed in silence as she bathed in the after ripples of her climax before she at last roused herself and stood up.
"Mmmm, that was so good," she breathed sexily. "Tonight I will be sharing Madam's bed and our bodies will enjoy all manner of delightful sex together. Think of us won't you, think of us in pleasure as you stand here."
It took a few seconds for her words to register in their brains.
"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.
CHAPTER NINE
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.