GOOD BREEDING (7 page)

Clara moved to the next slave and this time started by cupping the heavy ball sac and then squeezing that before moving to the shaft itself. Again the pain didn’t seem in any way to diminish the body’s eagerness to copulate.

She and Dorca stood back to admire the line of
proud,
upwardly curved phalluses jutting out towards their destinat
ions.

Phyllis and Isabelle were
returning by then,
pushing two
,
two-
wheeled trolleys towards the males.
They left them some four feet in front of the males and went back for two more. Clara could scarcely believe what she was seeing. Each trolley bore a female who was trussed up on its top. She had been made to kneel up and then bend forwards and push her hands back between her thighs. Her wrists had then been tied to her ankles, leaving her naked bottom pushed up into the air. Each of her thighs had then been strapped to a thick dowling rod which reared up from the surface of the trolley, making it impossible for her to lower herself backwards. Her head was fully encased – apart from nostril holes
-
in a leather hood and rested on the trolley just by where the handles protruded to allow it to be manoeuvred. Two metal legs, just a little shorter than the height of the trolley’s wheels, kept it stable when at rest.

From where Clara stood, the whole arrangement meant that four beautifully presented but helpless cunts faced four beautifully erect but helpless cocks.

“Right, girls!” Isabelle called. “Let’s get these cunts nice and wet
. Fingers in and stir ‘em up!”

As Clara stepped up to her assigned female she admired the wonderfully prominent curves of the black woman’s buttocks
and noticed that the pink sexflesh stood out brightly from the chocolate skinned surroundings, it looked exotic and enticing but once her fingers encountered the familiar female slipperiness, so like Phyllis’s cunt, she mused, she felt quite at home. Although the windows
in the shed
were high and dusty, there was considerably more light than she was used to when fingering Phyllis and she thoroughly enjoyed flexing her fingers and stretchi
ng the vagina, watching how the membranes flexed and seeing how wide she could make it go. It was almost a surprise when she realised that it was also flooding with juice and plainly ready for mating.

“Wheel them right up close now!” Lady Isabelle called. “Get ‘em about six inches away and then Dorca and I will help you the rest of the way.”

Grunting with effort, Clara managed to shove her trolley forwards until the male’s cock reared up above the buttock cleft of the female. Dorca did the same with hers and then came to help Clara.

“Take the cock, Mad
am, grip it tight and aim it down slightly as I wheel this one in. It often helps if you hold the cunt open as well.”

Clara went to stand by the straining male body, the hips visibly trying to pump as the female approached. Once again she gripped the thick shaft tightly and dug the spikes in but this time she bent it down slightly as well and used the thumb and forefinger of her free hand to hold open the
nearing cunt. Dorca gripped the trolley’s handles and pushed hard, Clara kept her eyes fixed on the conjunction before her and was entranced to see how the smooth helm that stroked her fingers on its way in, sank with liquid smoothness into the vagina, leaving only an inch or two of cock still outside. The tethered male body went into a frenzy of tiny thrusts as it felt the vagina gently enclose it and Clara could see the female trying to clench every muscle she could bring to bear on it.

“This one next, Mad
am!” Dorca called and Clara tore her gaze away and went to help a second docking. Unfortunately her aim wasn’t quite as good on this one and she allowed the cock’s thick helm to touch against the anus, then she had a struggle, given the bodies’ closeness to bend it enough to make it slide down the perineum and into the cunt. The rasping of her glove on the shaft plus the contact with the female’s body proved too much and before she could sink it home the penis erupted. Again, it was something she had never seen so clearly and was entranced by the thick, milky spend spurting up the female’s back.

“Get it in, Clara!” Lady Isabelle shouted, breaking the spell and Clara suddenly remembered her purpose and rammed it into the waiting vagina.

“Still might be enough to catch. Now let’s milk ‘em girls!” she went on and immediately the four women used their gloves to squeeze the scrotums and mercilessly milk the cock shafts until each male had arched rigidly in his bonds and
roared at his climax. Clara’s mistake was finished first of course but she gave him a particularly hard time, trying to coax every last drop out of him to compensate. With everything accomplished the females were wheeled apart a little way and Isabelle declared that ‘perks’ were in order. The semi tumescent cocks were still slicked with sperm and cunt juice and the four women took wipes of the liquid and lic
ked it off their fingers, comparing notes on the various flavours as they made their way back behind the screens and waited for Alex to clear the floor for the next couplings. Clara took two hard cuts of the crop as she bent over the arm of the chaise longue for having let a male ‘boil over’ and was more
careful in the ensuing
sessions.
By the end of the third session, all four women were becoming highly flustered
and Clara was conscious of her thighs moving wetly against each other as she gave yet another scrotum a hard squeeze and listened for the agonised groan followed by the stiffening of the whole body and the roar of release.

But at last they were able to relax
as they listened to Alex and his men
taking
the final batch away. Isabelle told them the females would be left tied as they were for some tim
e to give the sperm as much opportunity
as possible to fertilise them.

All four of
the women were hot
after handling so much flesh, and particularly the impressively hard and black cock shafts. Their breasts heaved noticeably over their corsets, Clara could feel sweat trickling down inside hers on either side and she watched a droplet slide down Isabelle’s cleavage as she looked around at them and smiled.

“Now, I think we’ve earned a little relaxation,” she said. “So I suggest we make the beast with two backs without the men for once! Clara, I’ll take you. Dorca, look after Phyllis will you?”

With sighs of relief and delight they set about loosening their stays
and Clara was soon settling herself on the chaise longue with Lady Isabelle’s lithe body beneath her – a contrast to Phyllis’s more plump form – her legs were spread wide and Clara licked her lips as she contemplated the neatly trimmed pubic fuzz that Dorca had ensured they all sported now and the liverish coloured inner lips, blooming in expectation of her mouth’s caresses.

For a moment, just before she felt Isabelle’s breath fan her inner thighs as she settled herself over her hostess’s mouth, Clara reflected that although she might still have a long way to travel in this strange society, she had come a fair distance already. But the heady scent and taste of Isabelle’s eager cunt drove all such thoughts away and the tongue lapping at her own wide open entrance made her dive into the moment and forget herself.

Chapter Seven

They drove up
to Seaward
for the garden party the following Saturday. Adam and Clara sat opposite Isabelle and Archie in the landau and Dorca and Phyllis followed on in the dog cart.

They arrived early in the afternoon and were ushered towards a
remote
part of the grounds by a beautifully turned out flunkey
who then left them
and as Clara held Adam’s arm he outlined what was in store for her. Havin
g explained about the phenomena
of the Torture Gardens, he then indicated a small bag that Sir Archibald was carrying.

“There are the collars and leashes that
all women need at such gatherings. But do not upset yourself Clara, I feel you are quite ready now to face whatever men may desire of you.”

In truth Clara did not feel in the slightest upset. Mention of whipping posts and erotic, sexual torture did no more than ignite the fires at her loins that Adam himself was so frequently the beneficiary of
nowadays
. She felt a moistness between her thighs as she walked farther and farther from the house until at last they turned a corner in the paved path they had been following and stood in front of a small wooden door in a stone wall.

“And you say that Lady Isabelle and Sir Archibald
have one of these
?” she enquired as they waited for their knock to be answered. Adam confirmed it.

“Then why have I not seen it yet?”

“Patience, Clara,” he scolded gently. “On our return I will take you there.”

The door was opened by a half cast servant who could have been Dorca’s sister and once the party was inside, the women straightaway set about getting down to corsets and stockings. It had almost become second nature to Clara now and she was hardly aware of being half naked any more. But as this was a hot afternoon, they were allowed to retain parasols, and to Clara this lent a strange air to proceedings. The women paraded and cha
tted on their men’s arms
as if fully clothed and hel
d their parasols aloft, exchanging small talk about their various households while their menfolk exchanged small talk about the range and variety of breasts, buttocks, legs and cunts on offer.
None of the men exhibited any qualms about blatantly handling the women and Clara found she was frequently the recip
ient of interested fondling. It
s sheer casualness was intensely erotic to her.
Apart from the
amount of naked female flesh on view the fact that each woman had a broad leather collar about her neck and from this a leash ran to her master’s hand
, would have told a casual observer that more was afoot than mere social intercourse. Clara couldn’t take her eyes off the loop of leather that Adam kept so loosely wound round his hand. The admiring male comments about her length of leg
and the way her breasts mounded up so invitingly in the quarter cups of her corset, passed her by. What she was waiting for in mingled fear and excitement was the moment when he would hand it to another man and she would have to go with a complete stranger and have done to her whatever he wanted. As she and Phyllis had struggled out of their clothes they had both taken in the range of frames and posts dotted around the garden. Phyllis had seemed quite excited, Dorca had been calm and Isabelle had seemed almost ecstatic.

Adam and Archie strolled through the throng, courteously handing their women glasses of cool fruit juice from
the
stone pantries
back at the house
and now and again Clara and Isabelle’s eyes met. Isabelle made it clear she was itching to get started.

But at last a man in the centre of the garden banged on a table for quiet and Adam told Clara it was their host.

“Gentlemen!”
Hugh Lan
don boomed. “Thank you for gracing
our humble dwelling today,
I won’t
keep you from the main business of the day, just recap on a few rules for any newcomers amongst us. There are no restrictions on the use of any woman present
. Please be amenable to sharing any woman you are using and if blood is drawn please try to find her owner and get permission before carrying on any torture. That’s all! I now declare the garden party open and would ask you to gather round for my good friend Doctor Osgood’s demonstration to whet your appetite!”

Adam took closer hold of Clara’s leash and pushed forwards until they saw a be-spectacled man standing before a leather covered phallus which was mounted on top of a pole
stuck into the grass. At the front of the pole and just below the phallus a narrow wooden platf
orm stuck out and Clara noticed it had some rather odd stains on it.

“H
ugh has asked me to illustrate
the importance of our work
in disciplining the females amongst us and I shall be most happy to do so with the help of these,” he gestured to a nearby table where an oilskin bag had been unrolled and an array of gleaming steel tools was visible. Clara swallowed nervously, they looked like a nightmarish cross between medical implements and a torturer’s tool kit. “And with the help of my serving maid, Jessica.” Here he gestured to a pretty blonde girl standing behind the pole.

“She knows very well what’s in store for her but at my command she will mount the pole and impale herself on
the dildo, ready for the procedure.” He clicked his fingers and with an expression of reckless excitement and nervousness, Jessica came forwards, stood on tip toe and manoeuvred herself until her cunt was directly above the blunt head of the phallus. Clara was thrilled at the blatant way she reached down between her thighs and spread her own
, clean shaven
lips before sinking down onto the prong. She had to stop and raise herself a couple of times before she achieved smooth penetration
and was able to settle herself, still on tip toe but with some latitude for movement.
Hugh stepped forwards and anchored her feet to iron rings set in the turf, leaving her spread legged but able to lift and lower herself a little.

The doctor approached her with a pair of long, slender pliers and while Hugh tied the girl’s hands to the ring at the back of her collar, she peered eagerly down at what the doctor was doing.

Clara
watched spellbound as he
laid a sharply pointed steel nail down on the platform and reached between Jessica’s legs with the pliers. He got a firm grip on a thick pinch of labial flesh and pulled it until it was stretched out on the wood. Jessica whimpered softly and Clara bit her lip as she watched the doctor pick up the nail and in one quick movement puncture the labium and pin it to the wood. Then he picked up a shiny steel hammer and tapped the head of the nail hard, two or three times. Clara pressed a hand to her groin and joined in the chorus of female squeals. Adam turned and smiled at her then turned back and Cl
ara found her eyes irresistibly
drawn to the same procedure repeated on the girl’s other labial lip. Again the hammer came down, ringing steel on steel and the soft female flesh was pinned immovably. The crowd was quiet enough this time to hear Jessica’s whimper as she was pierced for a second time. Her raised arms had lifted her breasts almost clear of her corset and Clara could see the deep red of the hardened nipples
as the girl looked down at herself with breathless wonder.

“Now, I must point out that the nails holding her are tapered towards their points and therefore if she should try and rise against them, she will cause herself quite considerable pain. Nevertheless she will do so.”

They all watched as Jessica braced herself and Hugh stepped forwards to stand behind her bottom, holding a riding whip.
Her tip toe pose made her buttocks jut out magnificently and the crowd waited eagerly.
Abruptly he struck her and Clara saw the shaft sink deep into the finely prominent buttock mounds and Jessica jerked forwards helplessly. Immediately her eyes widened as she absorbed the pain in her labia but Hugh was already swinging another lash in
and in the wake of this one a ripple of amusement spread through the onlookers as they clearly saw Jessica’s hips tilt forwards and her legs straighten a little to move the dildo inside her, stretching the labia against the pinning nails. As the third lash cracked across her bottom, her eyes closed and a secretive smile spread across her lips. This time the jerk in the pelvis was more pronounced
and as Hugh withheld the next lash, she began to masturbate slowly and deliberately, despite the visible stretching of her tortured lips.

“If female sexuality is so wild and wanton that it will not be denied even at the price of the pain this slut is now experiencing – and will feed off it in fact.” Hugh swung in a further bottom juddering lash and Jessica gasped but continued to work herself on the dildo. “Then it is a force that must be kept under close control and only allowed its rein under strict supervision; on occasions like this
,
”
the doctor told them.

Hugh gave the increasingly urgent girl another two lashes and she began to wail and really work her pelvis, increasing the pain and thus the excitement by another notch.

“But let us add a finishing touch to this wench’s torment and then we can all set about our afternoon’s work!” the doctor declared and reached for his kit again. This time his hand came back holding a thin but wickedly long needle. Jessica saw it and made an incoherent gurgling noise as she continued to rise and fall and swivel her hips. Hugh stood back for a moment and the doctor calmly passed the needle
clean through the clitoris
from side to side. Jessica continued to look
down
as she was pierced again and
the gleaming steel emer
ged from her tender flesh. I
f anything she began to torture herself with greater energy than before. Hugh began to beat her in earnest and the crowd began to break up.

As Jessica’s demented cries of orgasm began to ring out; it happened. Clara saw the loop of her leash passed to a tall, thin man with a thick black moustache. Adam took
the leash of a slender brunette in return
and the two parted. Without a backward glance Adam abandoned her and she felt a shock of excitement pass through her as though her clitoris had been pierced as clinically as Jessica’s. She was to serve a strange man and would have no say in what was done to her. She saw Isabelle being led away and blowing her a kiss, she returned it and then hurried off to keep up with the man’s rapid pace.

Jessica’s torment had clearly affected everyone else as profoundly as it had affected Clara
and the man she was with was in a hurry.

He stopped by a large barrel which had been turned on its side and was supported by two rests. Iron rings with leather straps attached stuck out of the turf not far away.

“Your breasts need flogging, Mrs Bestwood,” he said brusquely. “I’ll have your corset off please and stretch you on the barrel.”

Clara’s heart thumped as she reached around and began the laborious job of unlacing herself
, her fingers fumbled with nervous excitement – Adam had never whipped her breasts. At last she was able to pull herself free of the constricting but comforting whalebone and taffeta garment and suddenly her breasts felt very vulnerable as they swung free before her and before the man who was intent on flogging them. She could see the light of vicious excitement in his eyes as he reached out to stroke and cup them, to weigh them and to doubtless assess how they would bounce and swing under the lash; the lash that Adam had clearly wanted her to suffer. With that thought, Clara’s mind settled and she thrust them forward proudly, offering them up to whatever sacrifice he required of her.

In a few moments her ankles were spread and shackled to the rings in the turf and her body was bent backwards over the curve of sun-warmed wood. Her arms were raised above and behind her head and her wrists tied to rings mounted in the far side of the barrel.

The pose both stretched and presented her breasts to perfection, as well as leaving her stomach, thighs and crotch easily available too. The man was obviously aware of this as well, he stood before Clara running the heavy leather tails of a whip through his fingers as he chose his targets. She also knew from the way he had stroked her trembling flesh with the tails that they contained small but noticeable weights at their tips.

She watched his arm draw back before her nerve failed and she screwed her eyes tight shut and twisted her face away. A solid thump hit her chest and she felt the weights slam into her ribs beside her breasts.
But her breasts themselves! They exploded into shards of red agony behind her eyelids as the nipples took their first taste of leather. She made a breathless gasp as the pain sank deep inside her and then the second lash arrived, this time it hit the undercurves and she felt the main weight of them lift almost off her chest as heavy lashes slammed them upwards. Then he whipped the tops, and then he
cut
straight across the nipples.

Clara’s eyes bulged in their sockets, her screams tore at her throat and still he lashed her. Then suddenly he stopped. She gaped at him stupidly for a second and then craned her head up to survey the damage, she was amazed to see that riding proudly on top of her heaving ribs, the soft mounds of her breasts still quivered and shook and the nipples stood out as hard and as long as ever they had over the few weeks of her awakening. Her torturer came forwards and sank one hand hard into her left breast and then her right, his fingers were hard claws in the burning flesh but the lust in his eyes seemed to run straight down her body and lodge between her shamelessly opened thighs. He pulled and rolled her nipp
les. Clara yelped and wished he
would fuck her.