Madam had been right Louise felt, she had recognised in herself the need to be mistreated and made to suffer but this! This was the ultimate humiliation, ridiculous and obviously designed as further payment for the unkind words Louise had written.
She had been in the small hut to the side of the roped-off area for over an hour now. Left there in darkened loneliness and uncertainty to await her unknown fate.
Rigid handcuffs held her wrists together in front of her, the palms turned downward. Her elbows had been strapped to her sides so as to keep her hands up and out at waist level and her ankles were bound tightly together. The silly suit that she wore was the real humiliation though. Made of a furry fabric, it was like a one-piece swimsuit, her thighs and legs were bare as were her arms and shoulders. The crotch had been removed to leave access to her pussy and anus but otherwise the tight suit hugged her slim body. The long floppy ears attached to her head made the rabbit outfit complete and they had even drawn whiskers on her cheeks with an eyebrow pencil.
Brilliant light hurt her eyes and as the door wrenched open, her sight blurred by the dazzling floodlights.
"Out!" The gruff voice commanded.
Louise hopped, both feet jumping in tiny little jumps that added to the silly rabbit like manner, she blushed heavily at the thought. It happened all at once, her eyes adjusted to the light and her vision cleared as a thunderous roar went up from the surrounding crowd.
She wanted to die, to just curl-up and never awake, Louise blushed deep red and hung her head in shame as the laughter echoed around her. So many people, to be the focal point and the butt of their mocking laughter was simply too much. She felt her stomach grip and her cheeks burning red as she listened to the taunting. Louise stood at the edge of the arena on full show to all; the servant behind her prevented any escape and with her ankles tethered it would have been a futile attempt anyway. Louise had now choice but to stand and to endure the deep humiliation and embarrassment that Madam had designed for her.
The noise lessened as Arabella stood, she positioned herself at the edge of the arena.
"First servant please," she announced formally.
A naked servant, still sporting his Arab strap and the hard erection it created for him stepped into the arena. He stood on the opposite side and waited for his Mistress to start the game.
"You little bunny," she addressed Louise. "Will try to outrun the buck."
A loud cheer went up and the excited crowd jostled for better viewing positions.
Louise's mind was in turmoil, she couldn't run but then the bitch Madam knew that. What they would do to her once caught? It was anyone's guess and she shuddered at the thought.
Arabella raised her arm in readiness.
"Run rabbit run," she screeched in laughter and dropped her arm smartly to her side to start the proceedings."
Louise began to hop, clumsily and frantically as the servant on the other side of the arena began circling around the roped perimeter. Panic welled up in her, her mind filled with the thoughts of her ridiculous situation and lumbering attempts to escape.
He was running towards her now, his thick cock jiggling as his body moved and was on her in an instant. Louise felt herself pushed forward onto her knees, her face pressing down on the dirt covered floor of the arena. His big hands gripped her hips, the head of his cock poised at the entrance of her pussy.
"You may release the Arab strap now," Arabella yelled above the chanting crowd.
The servant quickly unbuckled the tiny strap and gave a loud groan in relief. He pulled on Louise's hips to drive his cock fully up inside her. Her face was rubbed into the dirty soil as he rammed frantically into. Her slim body was pounded brutally by the excited servant, urged on by the baying crowd. He came, squirting his seed deep up inside her before pulling out and lifting her to her feet.
Louise's mind was a blur of confusion, the cock and the sex had been very welcome but not exciting, her position and the audience detracted from any pleasure she might have received. The man had been gorgeous; his fit young body under normal circumstances would have been welcome indeed but it had all happened so quickly.
A second servant stepped into the arena, discarded his Arab strap and advanced on Louise. His fist held his cock ready as he broke into a run a great smile on his face.
One hop was all Louise could manage before she felt herself bowled roughly off balance and rolling on the floor. He was straddling her head and sitting on her chest, the terrific weight pressing down to make breathing a difficult and laboured action. He feed the head of his cock into her gaping mouth and forced inward.
Her feet pounded the ground behind him, her knees striking in his back to ease the pressure on her chest. Her mouth full and the terrific weight combined to make her fight for air.
The crowd were on their feet, shouting and clapping their delight at her demise. A thunderous roar went up as the servant shot his come into her throat to make her gag and splutter.
Louise rolled onto her side, gasping for air as the man lifted his weight and walked away. Sperm dribbled from her mouth and pussy as she lay on her side fighting to cope with the numbing sensations in her head. A moment only she was given before she was aware of a third servant entering the arena. It was only then that it dawned on her that she would have to take all eleven of them.
She was hoisted unceremoniously to her knees and a cock pushed hard against the tight puckered entrance of her anus. She wailed a pitiful pleading as he pressed in to stretch her little ring of muscles wide. Louise screamed loudly into the soil as he pushed up inside her.
The crowd were chanting, urging him on in time with each brutal inward thrust of his hips.
"Fuck her! Fuck her!" The cry went.
She knelt here, her body battered brutally by his great bulk as she sobbed her misery to the ground. The raw burning sting in her backside and the humiliation of so many people witnessing the defilement of her most secret place made her sob even more. The wash of his sperm up inside her was welcome relief; the burning pain remained long after he withdrew his cock and walked away to the loud cheering of the crowd.
Two this time, a hand gripped her hair to lift her head and the cock forced straight into her mouth. A second cock pushed hard into her pussy from behind and both began rhythmic thrusting into her two orifices.
All of the servants in turn had her, her backside was used again and again, the deep humiliation and shame simply got worse for her. During that time though her body had responded, her mind too perhaps for sexual pleasure came from her demise. Louise found herself now welcoming the crowd being there. To be had, so brutally and so many times before them all filled her with a thrilling glow. Her helpless position and being bound simply heightened those feelings and tuned her senses acutely.
Each cock was welcome now inside her, the thought of so many different men being inside her, their sperm being injected into her over that of the man before. A sense of perverse pleasure came to her, and she began then to play to the crowd for all she was worth. She panted and sighed as each inward thrust jarred her. She cried out in urgent pleading for more and none of it was play-acting, her feelings were real. She came several times, rippling and stifled orgasms at firm but then they grew in intensity. To the delight of the crowd she screamed as a terrific orgasmic surge passed through her as a finale.
Louise knelt there in the centre of the arena, alone and highlighted by the lights. She moaned her pleasure as the waves of sensations gripped her n little convulsions of sweetness.
Arabella entered the arena and strode over the kneeling girl to tower over her.
"You learn well bitch," she said in a hushed tone and then raised her voice to address the crowd.