Again and again she first turned the current on and then off again in an alternating rhythm of exquisite sexual torture. Claire delighted in the little drops of lubricant that squeezed from the eyehole of his cock to show his state of arousal despite his pain. Sensing that he was close to his climax Claire gripped the base of his cock with finger and thumb, pressing hard to stem the flow. Time after time she switched the wrenching current on and off to built and hold his flow of climax. She held him there, hovering on the point of orgasm but never allowing him to tip over the edge to completion.
At last, the hot pulsing in her pussy became unbearable; she leaned close, her lips just an inch above the tip of his cock and opened her mouth wide. As she released the pressure of her thumb his cock exploded to jet a forceful stream of hot sperm up into her waiting mouth. Claire came instantly, pressing her throbbing clitoris against the edge of the table to urge stronger feelings to aid her torrent of orgasmic pulses.
For several moments she rested there, wallowing in the warm feelings of post orgasm before stirring herself with the utmost reluctance from the blissful state.
"Tonight you leave us," she said, her voice quavering and still filled with deep arousal. "I hope you both have enjoyed your stay and will return. As a little parting gift from me, I leave you now to be released later – but with one small addition."
Claire removed the rod from the man's backside and attached a tiny crocodile clip to the loose skin of his scrotum. She moved then to do the same to the suspended younger man. As she set the timer and clicked the switch, the first pulse of current shot into the small clips. Both their cocks jerked in a split-second of contraction before relaxing again. About ten seconds passed before once again the current surged to jerk the flaccid cocks briefly before subsiding again.
"Every ten seconds you will receive a charge, not powerful but sufficient to ensure that you don't lose interest. During the coming hours you should climax many times."
Claire walked to the garage door and paused.
"If you return here again, you may thank me then for your pleasure to come."
She stepped out of the garages and closed the door firmly behind her.
The little coffee house near the main gates of the park was quiet, mid-week saw few visitors to it even in good weather. The two girls sat on the raised veranda next to the railings looking down on the passers by.
Natalie shifted her chair closer to the railing, rested her elbows on the top rail and parted her knees wide.
"Watch this," she said excitedly and nodded in the direction of the tall middle-aged man entering the park through the wide gates. He noticed the girls from a distance, glancing up at them frequently as he came near and nearer to them. His interest taken, his gaze dropped to the parted thighs of Natalie pressed as she was against the thin railings. Her little skirt had pulled high up her thighs hiding nothing from view. He walked, his head turned up and toward her as he slowed his pace and passed beneath them.
"Mmmm," Natalie groaned in pleasure. "Horny eh? Did you see his expression?"
Amey sat spellbound, she nodded excitedly, her eyes wide and nostrils flaring sexual thrill.
"Could he have seen your knickers from down there," her squeaky little voice asked excitedly.
"Doubt it," Natalie said in a thick low voice. "I'm not wearing any."
A deep groan emitted from Amey, her face was flushed and her whole body was trembling in excited anticipation.
"Your turn," Natalie stated casually and turned sideways closing her legs.
She watched as the petite Amey positioned herself, her little hands gripping the rail hard in front of her as though she might fall. Her knees parted and then parted wider as her confidence grew.
"Two of them," Natalie whispered hoarsely. "Two blokes heading this way."
Amey sat upright, her little thighs offered open beneath the mini-skirt and her face etched with a pained expression of sheer excitement. As the men approached she braced herself, her teeth chewing nervously at her bottom lip.
"They've seen you," Natalie said urgently. "Look! They're nudging one another."
A little whimper came from Amey as the very interested men came closer, their heads upturned and staring beneath her skirt.
Natalie watched her friend, her hands gripping the rail were bleed white in the power of her grip. Her eyes were wide and excited as she looked down on the gaping men. Her little body was twitching and trembling with the powerful sensations that were obviously pounding through her. As the men moved past and away Amey let out a deep sigh. Her body shook with little convulsions of pleasure and she groaned loudly before slumping forward onto the rail to twitch delightfully as her orgasm gripped her.
Arabella had gathered the servants on the front lawns. Firmly lush and green, well tended and bowling-green short the lawns were flat and large. She arranged the naked men in a single line and sat down on the upholstered sun chair provided.
"The race," she announced loudly and pointed into the distance. "Is twice around the copse and back here, the winner as usual will share my bed tonight. All punches, elbow digs and kicks that these sessions seem to encourage in you all must be directed below the face."
Her tone became harsher.
"I want no repeat of the marking of Paul's pretty face as happened the last time."
She stood and raised her arm in signal.
"Ready!" Her excited voice screeched. "Go!"
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest; the sight of so many naked young men tussling and shoving one another in a frantic race for her favours delighted her so very much. The naked buttocks and strong thighs all pumping furiously in an effort to gain first place. She lowered herself slowly into the chair and watched them running into the distance.
Arabella's fingers stroked idly at her shaven pussy lips and stiffened clitoris as she watched the struggling men battle each other. Two had fallen but only one regained his feet quickly and rejoined the race, that pleased her, it simply added to her excitement.
She rubbed furiously at her sex in an increasing fervor of excitement as the running men reappeared from behind the copse. Her left hand squeezed her left nipple and pulled on the gold ring as she watched the sweating men rushing toward her. Arabella jumped to her feet, her hand rubbing fast on her excited pulsing clitoris. She could see their faces now, the set expressions and the flailing arms that sought to delay their opponents.
Another servant fell, sprawling headlong as he was tripped by the big black man. The fighting became more urgent and spiteful as the finishing line approached. Elbows dug savagely into ribs, feet kicked out at shins and thighs and hands gripped to pull and to punch wildly in their quest to gain the reward of Madam's body.
Arabella shifted her feet apart, two fingers now gripping her clitoris and rubbing hard on her mound. She stiffened and closed her eyes, the swearing and fighting excited her so and all to gain the delights her pussy offered.
As the panting servants gathered eagerly around her Arabella came to climax, she screamed aloud and slumped down onto the grass panting equally as hard as the men.
The servant Clive took command as he always did on these occasions, his instructions were deeply implanted in his brain. He uttered the commands, the wishes of his Mistress to stir the men to follow his lead.
"Rape the fucking bitch, all of us, we'll fuck the rich bitch rotten."
Many hands grabbed at her naked body, rolling her over onto her back. Her legs were pulled apart and an excited servants positioned himself between her thighs. Her hands and arms were pinned to the floor, her breasts crudely fondled by eager grabbing hands and a cock nudged expectantly at her mouth. Arabella grunted in delight as the first cock pushed up inside her wet pussy.