Clench and relax, clench and relax was the pulsing rhythm that Claire took up. Her thigh muscles were tensed as were her buttock muscles to hold her steady above him.
The man cried out, he tried to shift his hips and raise himself to get more of his cock inside her but she countered his move. Just the head remained inside to tantalise him mercilessly.
"Please!" He pleaded pitifully. "Please!"
Claire ignored him and continued pumping her muscles around his cock and reveling in his discomfort.
The man grunted several times.
"Oh God!" He muttered and then tensed.
Claire felt his cock twitch inside her and then a warm coating of his sperm as it spurted up inside her stretched pussy. She grunted loudly in satisfaction and moved back and away from him.
Sperm trickled down the inside of her thigh as she moved around to the younger man. Claire straddled him and lowered herself fully down on his stiff cock until his pubic bone pressed against her clitoris. She kissed him full on the lips and then started working her inner muscles once again.
He cried out in pleasure, his voice faltering as he groaned his deep satisfaction.
Her hands gripped his head, her fingers entwining spitefully in his hair and she began to chuckle. She screwed her hands around to bring a sharp yelp of pain from the cringing man. Again and again she twisted and her body pulsed its delight at her sadism.
"Like me to move on you wouldn't you?" She teased. "But I won't."
"Bitch!" He spat angrily in frustration.
She laughed and then gripped her internal muscles tightly around him and held him like that.
He tensed and grunted, his face contorted in a mask of pained pleasure until she released her grip.
"Is it nice," she mocked. "To feel your friend's come all around your cock? He shot his load up inside me remember and now his seed is coating your dick."
She laughed aloud at his look of sheer revulsion and gripped him again. Claire increased the pace, pumping his cock to milk it of its sperm. Her wet, warmth clamping hard around the whole length and girth of his throbbing cock.
His revulsion forgotten in his pleasure the man's eyes closed and his body tensed ready to receive his orgasm.
Claire sensed his approaching climax and stopped, she stood up, lifting herself off him and standing back.
"Fucking bitch!" The man's screamed at her. "You rotten fucking teaser!"
Claire's expression became serious, she stepped forward and slapped his face so hard that his head was jarred to the side.
"That," she stated coldly. "Was a very silly mistake indeed."
CHAPTER TEN
The two women sat at the small table on the terrace taking breakfast. Arabella was finishing her boiled egg and toast she looked down over the verdant green lawns to the small copse beyond.
"Our visitors?" She asked casually and began spreading butter on her third piece of toast.
Claire sipped at her Windsor tea from the enormous breakfast cup.
"Shall we just say I have left them in suspension."
Arabella nodded her understanding.
"You have done well Claire, I should like to make you an offer."
Claire giggled impishly and quipped.
"My pussy is still a little sore from that machine of yours but I'm sure we could find some other way of enjoying ourselves."
"That of course is always on the menu but my offer is a little more serious," Arabella said firmly. "I have watched your progress, the way you have adapted so readily. You are a natural Claire and I want you here."
"What to live here you mean?"
"If you wish, we can certainly accommodate you, although living here wouldn't be a requirement. My staff need a firm hand to control them, I have plans Claire for this place and those plans are rapidly coming to fruition, I need your assistance as part of those plans."
Claire felt both complicated and excited by the offer, she sat silently absorbing the ramifications.
"You are unsure," Arabella stated as she refilled their cups from the silver teapot.
"Not so much unsure as, well, wondering how it will affect my other life away from the manor."
"It need not, we could come to a part-time arrangement at first to ensure a smooth transition, weekends and perhaps two weekdays. I would of course supply a car for you to get here, a room of your own to be used when you visit and expenses on top of a mutually agreed salary."
Claire accepted the offerd tea cup and sat back stirring idly with the spoon, her thoughts distant and filling.
Arabella continued. "Natalie is due here soon and from what you have told me she is already hooked. Amey, sweet little Amey I know to be not only shy and timid but a veritable furnace of burning desire beneath. Louise afterwards and we both know here tremendous sexual needs."
Claire could only agree with all that had been said.
"Three more additions in as many months, you see now why I will need a strong and trusted assistant. Think on it Claire but let me have your answer soon."
"If I don't agree?" Claire asked.
"Nothing changes, you are still welcome here at any time you wish to visit – and I would hope that would be very often."
Claire stood up, using her hand to signal casually to the servant to follow her.
"Okay, I'll consider it and let you know by mid-week is that okay?"
"Marvelous," Arabella purred.
"Now, sadly, duty calls. Men to beat and all that," Claire giggled and strode off down the steps and across the lawns towards the copse.
The visitors were tilted forwards at an uncomfortable forty-five degree angle, their arms pulled back behind them and upward. A rope attached to their wrists looped over a branch high above them to wrench their arms high and shoulders painfully against the joints. Their feet were spread wide and tied securely to a wooden pole that held their ankles agonisingly far apart. Ball gags were fitted into their mouths and rubber butt-plugs had been forced up inside their anuses. As an added discomfort Claire had attached small weights to the nipple clamps that bit cruelly into their tender buds.
"So my beauties!" Claire announced loudly as she reached them. "Are we enjoying ourselves?"
Not even a grunted reply came from the gagged men.
She paced slowly around them, her auburn hair shimmering a reddish hue in the sunshine. Her now bronzed skin a deep copper against the jet-black of her bra and panties. The long black boots added to her air of authority as she regarded the imprisoned pair.
"Do I take it that you have learned not to defy me?"
Both men nodded rapidly.
Claire moved behind the younger man, slipped her hand around him and gripped his cock. She teased and coaxed him to erection before releasing her grip and moving away.
"Mmmh!" We will see," she stated unconvinced. "You will remain here a little longer in the sunshine, call it my little reward for your obedience."
Deep muffled groans of despair were the response to her statement.
"Two things I shall leave you with though to help you through your pleasant morning. Firstly, the marks of my crop and secondly a liberal coating of jam on your cocks. We wouldn't want to deny the ants and wasps their lunches would we now?"
Both the men's heads raised, pitiful pleading eyes implored her to relent but she simply laughed aloud in answer.
"Unnh!" Claire grunted as she lashed at the younger man's outer thigh. The surge of sensation, the first of the morning felt so sweet and powerful as it rushed through her entire body. A bolt of feeling gripped in her pussy as she lashed at his other leg. Each cruel lash she gave him brought more powerful and intense sensations. The way his body bucked and twisted against his bonds delighted her more and she gave him extra lashes in her wild state of arousal.