When the cell door finally opened it allowed entry to the full staff of Madam's manor. Claire, Natalie and Amey all moved to one wall to stand silently and obediently as instructed. From her upturned position Louise could see that all three of her friend's were dressed identically to Arabella in tight figure-hugging latex suits.
Arabella tapped the thin cane menacingly across the front of Louise's highs.
"Well bitch, have you had time to reflect on your errors?"
It was with not a little difficulty that Louise answered.
"Yes, and I am sorry Arabella., truly sorry."
Arabella tapped the cane against the girl's naked thighs several times.
"Regret is a strange thing," Madam announced philosophically. "It seems so profound at the time but pain? Well pain is the teacher and cure-all of life, when we experience pain we remember so much better."
She leaned close to Louise's face and hissed venomously through gritted teeth.
"Today, Louise you will learn. That the stuck-up bitch as you called me, the over-bearing rich bitch that you think I am, will teach you the meaning of pain."
Louise whimpered fearfully and cringed as the cane raised high above Arabella's shoulder.
A swishing sound followed as the cane sliced through the air, it fell across Louise's full breasts to bite deeply and spitefully into the soft orbs. Madam moved around the girl, using the cane to cut down, from the side and from all angles to whip the bouncing orbs. Liberal lashes stung at the girl's breasts, each a savage and meaningful blow designed to inflict maximum pain.
Louise's eyes locked wide, her mouth gaped open in a silent pleading for mercy. It was a several minutes before she could find the voice to scream; when she did so it was a loud and wailing of deep agony and suffering.
"Sing well my little bird," Arabella chuckled. "For your punishment has only just begun."
She swiped the cane down hard to sting across the front of Louise's thighs, then laid a lash across her bowed stomach. Thighs, stomach and breasts, the lashed tore at Louise's body in a repeating cycle that allowed the girl to anticipate where the next pain would land. Many minutes passed before Arabella paused, her breathing rapid with excitement.
"My staff and servants expect an example to be made and I demand it of myself."
Louise screamed louder as the cane then struck across the puffy lips of her labia. An indescribable pain of red hot burning and numbness shot through her pussy. Six lashes to her pussy made it glow with heat and raw pain of the very worst kind.
"Do you swear allegiance to me bitch?" Madam asked evenly.
"Yes! Yes!" Louise yelled loudly. "I'll serve you!"
Arabella rested the cane across Louise's nipples.
"You will do exactly that my insulting little bitch. You will serve me as no other has ever had to serve."
Madam turned to address the other girls.
"Retie her facing the post."
Claire offered a cautioning note.
"Don't you think she has had enough Madam?"
Arabella's nostrils flared and she screamed her answer in a wild fury.
"Don't you dare argue with me – do it!"
Louise was released and turned to face the post, her ankles and wrists secured once again. She stood sobbing, her buttocks now facing outward for the expected onslaught on them. They came instantly, seven singing lashes that cut hard into her flesh to force her pussy and mons against the rough wooden post. Her back arched with lash of the cane to press her clitoris onto the cold wooden post.
Madam paused and again addressed her staff.
"The new bitch wants to come, she doesn't realise it though, pain is her only thought but her body is crying out for climax."
The three other girls were unconvinced, after such a ferocious whipping they felt that orgasm would be the furthest thing from their minds.
Two more lashes swished down, well-aimed blows that caught across the round curve of her buttocks to jolt Louise's body. She tensed and cried-out softly, her body began to shake and her head slumped forwards. Her hips ground against the wooden post and then she screamed as she came.
The three friends gaped in awe, the orgasm was thrilling but that Madam had foretold it under such circumstances filled them with renewed respect.
Madam stood proudly, her expression one of knowing wisdom.
"You still have much to learn girls," she said casually. "But time enough we have to teach you. The bitch Louise is of a special breed, she loves – and welcomes – pain of the cruelest kind. Being abused and misused is her bag, I recognise it in her."
"Thank you," Louise muttered softly. "Thank you, thank you."
Two servants entered on cue, they threw the buckets of cold water over the naked girl and turned as one to leave the cell.
"We will leave the slut now, later you can all take a turn at leaving your mark on her body. She must learn that she serves us all, for we are – all of us now – her Madams."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was the afternoon of the ball, the acceptances to the invitations had been coming in all week by post and by phone in a steady flow. Much to the girls disappointment Madam had kept the servants busy with the preparations and strictly away from their female flesh. The girls too had been given their allotted tasks and these in turn furthered the separation from the men. During their frequent chats the girls moaned constantly about the deprivation of good stiff cocks and discussed their needs in great detail. It was almost as though Madam was deliberately starving them of sexual gratification they had decided.
Claire was busy in the study arranging the servants costumes and those of the staff. She hadn't really liked Arabella's choice of outfit for the Madams but had said nothing. Natalie had duties in the centre of the wooded copse to the front of the house, her task was secret Madam had told her, it would be the main event of the evening and was not to be discussed in any form with the others.
Little Amey had been allocated duties too; the first part of those now completed she was in the basement taking her turn to leave her mark on the tethered Louise, then to bathe and prepare her. She pressed her fingernail against Louise's buttocks and drew the side of her nail down to score a red line in her flesh.
"I leave my Mark as instructed," she announced formally.
Louise thanked her most gratefully for sparing her another caning, her body still bore the marks and pain of Madam's ministrations. She then steeled herself and closed her eyes as Amey made a further comment.
"I leave on your body a second Mark – but this time my lipstick."
Louise gave a great sigh of relief. She relaxed as Amey's soft sweet lips kissed at the back of her thighs, she leaned forwards to allow her friend's mouth access to her sex.
The little girl knelt there, her hands caressing the long slender thighs of the tall blonde. Her head moved in and her kisses then touched on Louise's labia, the tip of her nose pressing against the puckered ring of her anus. Her tongue flicked snake-like at the puffy lips and slid up and down the slit of her pussy before pushing in between them.
Both girls moaned in contentment as Amey's tongue pushed deep up inside to circle around and to explore her friend's pussy. They came as one, both orgasms striking simultaneously in a passionate bucking and writhing of female flesh.