Natalie gasped and shuddered as the hand came around her, cupping her right breasts and weighing it lovingly. A shiver of thrill shot through her as the thumb of the hand rubbed against her erect nipple. She could smell the heady perfume of her molester, feel the soft warm breath on her neck and then a second hand cupping up under her buttocks. Shock waves of raw pleasure tore through her deep in her pussy as long fingernails teased at the entrance of her anus. Light kisses started, fluttering tenderly down the side of her neck to thrill further and to excite much more. The silence and the inability to see heightened her sense of being touched.
"I watched you slut," the mysterious voice purred close to her ear. "Watched you rub yourself off on the grass back there."
Natalie gasped, the though of someone actually having seen her brought spears of stabbing pleasure rushing through her. A finger teased at her labia, delving between the backs of her thighs to stroke and caress the swollen lips.
Her molester moved around to Natalie's front, kisses touched lightly on her hard nipples in turn and then sucked the rosy buds into a welcome warm mouth. Moments later the mouth withdrew and then nothing but silence and stillness again. Natalie called out nervously, fearful that she might have been left alone and handcuffed in the park. Slight trembling rippled through her body, her heart beating fast as panic rose within her.
She came to orgasm instantly that the mouth covered hers and the soft warm tongue slipped in between her teeth.
It was her reward Madam had told her, for devotion and service. Claire rested back over the big barrel in the stables her feet tied to steel rings set into the concrete. The strong ropes around her wrists were stretched painfully back and down to be similarly secured far behind her. Her body was forced into an arch, her mons offered high and pussy open, her head face-up about three feet off the floor. She was stretched tightly as it on a rack but bent back and over the hard wooden barrel.
Arabella moved close to her head, parting her thighs to rest her shaven pussy over Claire's mouth. She lit the candle and rolled it around to melt the wax with the flame. Her hands working in a calm and unhurried fashion she reached out over Claire's naked body and tipped the candle.
A muffled scream of raw agony emitted from the tethered girl as the hot candle wax dripped into her navel. Her mouth worked to scream but was hindered by the inflamed pussy lips of Madam pressing down on her.
Drip after drip of hot wax burned cruelly at her tender flesh, tracing a line up in between her breasts. Claire's slight body bucked against its bonds as the next drip fell on her left nipple to send searing pain tearing through her. The right nipple received the same treatment to send white hot pokers of raw agonising pain to her brain.
Claire found herself forcing her tongue eagerly up into Madam's wet pussy as the drips began a downward direction over her body. She whimpered and licked in a fervent hunger and fear mix, the intended goal of the series of hot wax both excited and frightened. Grunting hard and forcing her tongue far up inside Arabella, Claire sought to please and perhaps avoid the coming pain.
She cried out as a searing hot drip landed on her shaven mons. She steeled herself for the next white hot drip to land. Her mouth sucked with all the passion she could muster, her tongue roving rapidly around inside Arabella's warm interior in her effort to placate. A vivid explosion of brilliant colour flashed in her brain and eyes as the searing hot wax burned in her sensitive clitoris. Her slim body bucked and locked rigid, her toes curling and hands bunching into tight fists. At the second drip that hit the side of her clitoris and part of her labia Claire came. A tearing torrent of intense sensation the like of which she had never known ripped through her. Every nerve end was wrenched and ripped to fuel her body's need and to feed the thirsty orgasm that drained her little body.
She slumped back, her body relaxing and the taste of Arabella's orgasmic juices filling her mouth.
Natalie had not the faintest clue as to her surroundings. Following her orgasm in the park she had been led, still blindfolded to a waiting car. Sound deadening ear muffs had been placed over her ears to further add to her feelings of isolation. Both the deprivation of her sight and hearing had made each and any light touch against her bare flesh seem amplified many fold. The material of the car seat, the brush of cloth against her all now took on a very different feel indeed.
She had been guided and maneuvered out of the car, up steps, along wooden and carpeted floors to the place she now was in. Her handcuffs had been removed only briefly to be secured once again around her wrists but this time in front of her. She had been stretched, still standing but her hands pulled up high above her head to raise her onto her toes. There she had been left alone in total darkness and silence for what seemed to her like hours.
She gasped as the hard cock suddenly pressed against her lower stomach. So long and thick it felt wonderful as its warmth pulsed excitedly against her body. This, she thought, his was her very reason for being here. To be fucked, to experience the delights of plentiful and varied sex in whatever form it might take.
She groaned her disappointment as the throbbing cock moved away from her and the dark, silent loneliness returned. Many minutes passed before she felt the huge head of the cock nudging at the lips of her pussy. Natalie assisted eagerly by parting her thighs as much as she could but the cock simply withdrew once again.
"Oh please," Natalie moaned in frustration. "Please, whoever you are, just do it to me please."
Nothing, just the tantalising silence that filled each moment with the hope of the cock returning to tease at her willing body.
It hit her like a tornado, the shock stunned her to silence, her mouth gaped but no sound emitted. She felt the red-hot searing pain across her buttocks burn deeply into her flesh. It took several seconds for it to register in her mind that she had been hit. At the second lash she screamed, a pitiful wailing of sheer pent-up frustration and pain combined. Her slight body shook with racking sobs of emotion as the third and forth lashes stung her. A whip or stick it must have been for the pain was concentrated into a thin stripe as it cut into her time and again.
Natalie felt so alone, she could not see and she could not hear, she could only scream her agony and need to the person that was torturing her so brutally teasingly.
A long period of nothing followed. Her mind played tricks on her, her body shrinking fearfully at the expected sting of the lash but it never came. Again and again she tensed and steeled herself only to realize that it was her that had conjured up the expected pain. Her body and mind were now tuned to expect pain, the senses too multiplied the effects of that pain to make it a fearful thought.
For many minutes, perhaps longer the inactivity continued. It was a welcome relief to feel the big strong hands grip her hips from behind. Natalie couldn't stifle a little sob at the wave of emotion that swept over her. Visions filled her mind of that wonderful warm cock pushing up between her thighs to fill her grateful pussy. These were furthered as the whole length of his cock was pressed flat against and along the cleft of her buttocks. Her pussy contracted in involuntary little spasms, she wished and urged it silently to move down and to at last fill her wet pussy.
She tensed and held her breath as the head of the cock slid down and hovered threateningly, pressed lightly against the entrance of her anus. Natalie sucked in breath, her brain screaming its disbelief and revulsion as the pressure against her little ring of muscles increased. She cried out pleadingly as the burning pain came to her, the great head was forcing in and prizing her tight little entrance apart. The big hands slid down to hold her buttocks, the thumbs stretching them apart to gain unhindered access to her most secret of places.