The sun was setting behind the trees and Hayley was ready to leave. She’d heard nothing from Belinda for a few hours, and assumed the lazy woman was having another sleep. Amy hadn’t emerged from the basement, and she supposed Michael was still satisfying his lecherous lusts on her.
She inched her bedroom door open and listened to the deafening silence of the old house, peering up and down the landing. It seemed the coast was clear.
Creeping down the stairs she made her way across the hall into the kitchen and tried the backdoor. It was locked. Not a very good start, she thought despondently, suddenly recalling Michael’s erect penis thrusting deep into Amy’s pussy. She shuddered; if she hung around it might only be a matter of time before she, too, was dragged down to the basement and seduced by him.
‘What are you doing?’ Amy asked, appearing from the hall.
‘I... I want to go for a walk around the grounds,’ Hayley replied hastily, the sudden appearance of the girl making her jump and her heart pound in her chest.
‘But it’s getting dark,’ Amy pointed out.
‘Did you enjoy yourself down in the basement?’ Hayley asked, trying to deflect the girl’s attention away from the fact that she was trying to leave the house.
‘How do you know about that?’ Amy asked.
‘Because I saw you,’ Hayley admitted.
‘He – he made me go down there, and then he seduced me,’ she sobbed, wiping tears from her eyes.
‘He made you go down to the basement?’ Hayley said, finding that harder to believe the more she thought about it. Was the girl lying? Was this all an act, part of a strange game the three were playing on her?
‘He made me swear not to say anything to anyone,’ Amy went on. ‘If he thinks I’ve told you what happened he’ll be furious. Please don’t tell him you know.’
‘But why did you go down there with him in the first place?’ Hayley pressed, wondering why she’d not heard the girl protesting if she’d not wanted to go with him to the basement.
‘I was in the study doing some dusting, and he said he needed me to help him with something,’ Amy said. ‘So naturally I went with him. I didn’t see any reason not to.’
‘I think you’re lying,’ Hayley said. ‘You’ve been seeing Michael for some time, haven’t you?’
Amy shook her head, looking surprised by the unexpected accusation. ‘No, of course I haven’t,’ she denied adamantly. ‘I told you what happened; I was working in the study and he took me down to the basement. He said he wanted me to help him with something and then he... and then he seduced me.’ Fresh tears sparkled in her beautiful eyes and she dabbed them away. ‘Why didn’t you help me?’ she asked. ‘If you were there watching, then why didn’t you do something to help me?’
Hayley shifted awkwardly, knowing that if the girl was telling the truth then she was fully justified in asking that. ‘I – I didn’t know what was going on,’ she hedged, unsure of whether to believe the girl or not.
‘He seduced me,’ Amy again sobbed, ‘and you did nothing to help me. I want to get out of here.’
‘So do I,’ Hayley agreed, beginning to believe the poor girl and feeling increasingly ashamed for not intervening and saving her from the lecherous clutches of Michael Philips, ‘but the backdoor’s locked, and I suspect the front door will be too.’
‘I noticed a bunch of keys on the desk in the study when I was dusting in there,’ Amy said hopefully. ‘I’ll go and get them.’
Hayley watched her flit out of the kitchen, and still couldn’t help but wonder if she was lying about what went on between her and Michael down in the basement? Could Amy be trusted as an ally, or was she working covertly for Michael and Belinda Philips? Surely Michael wouldn’t really force himself upon the girl? But whether she was lying or not wouldn’t matter if one of the keys she’d gone to fetch fitted the backdoor, which, when she quickly returned with them, it did!
Slipping out into the back yard Hayley started to make her way stealthily around the house towards the front drive. If this was a trick, as she suspected it might well be, then Michael and Belinda would materialise from the darkening shadows at some stage and thwart her getaway. They’d probably planned it all with Amy and would be lurking by the main gates.
Frowning as Amy hurried past her, heading towards the woods at the bottom of the vast lawn, Hayley called to her in a hushed whisper. There was no way she was going into the woods in the dark. ‘Where are you going?’ she asked.
‘We’ll hide in the woods,’ Amy said enthusiastically.
‘Until when?’ Hayley asked. ‘Until they find us?’
‘There’s a perimeter wall,’ Amy told her. ‘We can climb over it into the lane beyond.’
‘But what if it’s too high, Amy?’ Hayley objected. ‘We should go to the main gates. That’s our best option. They might be locked, but we can hide in the bushes and wait. It’s our best chance.’
‘Wait for what?’ Amy pressed.
‘Until it’s completely dark, and then we’ll climb over the gates.’ Hayley looked up at the darkening night sky. ‘We won’t have to wait long.’
‘The keys,’ Amy suggested. ‘One of them might be for the gates.’
‘Damn, you might be right,’ Hayley cursed. ‘I’ll have to go back for them. You stay here.’
Making her way back to the kitchen, Hayley thought the girl could very well be right. She took the keys from where they’d left them in the backdoor. This was too easy, she thought, and then a question that had been nagging her for the last few minutes made itself clearer: how did Amy know about the perimeter wall in the woods, and that the lane was on the other side? Then frowning as she noticed a carrier bag on the table, she was sure it hadn’t been there a few minutes ago when they’d left. She moved tentatively towards it, and was about to peer inside when she heard someone behind her and swung round.
‘Hayley,’ Belinda said, making her jump, ‘I need your help. Come with me.’
‘Where to?’ she asked shakily, wondering where the woman had appeared from, her spirits plummeting as she realised her attempt to get away was looking like being thwarted.
‘Where’s Amy?’ Belinda asked.
‘I, um, I don’t know,’ Hayley said, somewhat unconvincingly. ‘I haven’t seen her for a while.’
‘No?’ Belinda sneered. ‘Well my beloved husband has. He’s seen plenty of her.’
Following her mistress into the hall, Hayley watched her open the basement door. Something bad was going on, she sensed as Belinda ushered her through the door and down the stone steps. Should she refuse to go down to the basement? Should she simply tell Belinda that she was resigning and leaving while she had the chance? What was holding her back?
Hesitating indecisively she descended the steps to the basement and looked about her. What help did Belinda need down here? She must have discovered her husband’s infidelity, Hayley was sure as the woman closed the door, but what did that have to do with her? Eyeing the steel rings set in the four corners of the table, and the lengths of rope dangling from them, she knew this was getting distinctly ominous.
‘Lie on the table,’ Belinda ordered her.
‘What?’ Hayley gasped. ‘Why would you want me to do that?’
‘Lie on the table, young lady,’ the woman repeated menacingly.
‘No, I won’t,’ Hayley insisted.
‘You stole some money from me, didn’t you?’ the woman accused her.
‘I did what?’ Hayley said incredulously, utterly bewildered by this turn of events. ‘Of course I didn’t steal any money from you. I’m not a thief, Mrs Philips. I didn’t even know you’d lost any money.’
‘I found it in your room,’ Belinda went on, regardless of the denial. ‘Initially I thought Amy was the sneaky little thief, but I kept an eye on her and soon realised that she knew nothing about it. So I had a look in your room and found it under your bed—’
‘But I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about,’ Hayley interrupted the woman. ‘I haven’t stolen any money from you, there’s no way it could be in my room, and to suggest such a thing is completely unforgivable.’
‘Later I saw you go downstairs,’ the woman went on, regardless of Hayley’s plaintive denial. ‘I’d inched my bedroom door open so I could keep an eye on you. I followed you, Hayley. You hid the money in the kitchen.’
‘No I didn’t,’ Hayley gasped. ‘I haven’t seen or touched your money. I wouldn’t do such a thing. Never.’
‘You were planning to make off with it, weren’t you?’ Michael said, emerging from the shadows.
Hayley shook her head, backing away a couple of steps. ‘No. I’ve never heard such nonsense or been accused of such a thing!’
‘Either you lie on the table or we call the police,’ Belinda threatened.
‘No, I won’t.’
‘Lie on the table, young lady.’
‘No,’ she said again, but put up no resistance as both her accusers took one of her arms each and manoeuvred her until her bottom touched the edge of the foreboding piece of furniture. ‘No, you can’t make me do this.’
But they were making her, and before she really even seemed to realise it she was pressed down until she was lying on her back. As she stared up at the low, vaulted brick ceiling she knew her situation was getting hopeless. If she tried to resist them they’d simply call the police as threatened with some trumped up charges and she’d be in all sorts of trouble. What could she say when questioned? Belinda would say that she found the stolen money in her room. The bag on the kitchen table probably contained the cash, and the backdoor was open. It wouldn’t look at all good for her, and her predicament would be compounded by the ridiculous but potentially potent allegations of poisoning and assault. This was an ever-worsening nightmare. Hayley couldn’t believe what was happening to her.
She had no choice but to comply, she knew as Belinda parted her feet and secured her ankles with the hanging ropes. Michael pulled her arms behind her head and tied her wrists, rendering her completely defenceless. Just what, she wondered fearfully, recalling Michael’s penis ploughing deep into Amy, were they going to do to her?
As Belinda leaned over her tethered body and deliberately unbuttoned her blouse, laying it open, exposing the firm mounds of her breasts, Hayley was unable to speak. No words would pass her lips as cold fear gripped her. What did they intend to do to her? Would Belinda watch as her husband fucked her? No, surely they wouldn’t dare to do that. Holding her breath as Michael passed his wife a leather belt, she watched, her eyes wide with trepidation, her mouth suddenly dry.
‘No!’ she wailed as the leather belt lashed down through the air, landing with a loud crack across her naked breasts. ‘No, please...’
‘You disloyal little thief!’ Belinda hissed, again lashing the leather belt down with a cringing splat. ‘You traitorous...’
Crack!
‘Sneaky...’
Crack!
‘Ungrateful...’
Crack!
‘Disloyal little thief!’
This couldn’t be happening, Hayley thought as she fearfully eyed the belt hanging from the woman’s hand. Michael moved closer, leering as he focused on the blotchy stripes crisscrossing Hayley’s milky breasts, her nipples erect and inflamed from the painful lashing. Where was Amy? Why didn’t she come and help her. But why should she, when Hayley had done nothing to help her when she was at the mercy of Michael’s lust?
As Michael gripped the hem of Hayley’s short skirt and folded it up onto her flat tummy Belinda let out a wicked chuckle. The woman was definitely mad, Hayley thought, and Michael was a creepy pervert. They were staring at their captive, ogling her naked breasts and the smooth white panties covering the gentle swell of her pubic mound. Was Michael erect? Was Belinda turned on by having their young housekeeper strapped at their mercy to a table in their basement? Trembling, her heart racing, she looked up and tried to fathom out what was going on in Belinda’s head.
‘You silly girl,’ the woman said. ‘Since being here you seem to have gone out of your way to get yourself into trouble.’
‘I’ve done none of the things you’ve accused me of,’ Hayley returned adamantly, keeping one eye on Michael as he scrutinised her bound and naked body. ‘You know very well that I haven’t.’
‘Never have I known such ungrateful wickedness,’ the woman went on, ignoring Hayley’s words of defence. ‘So you’re going to be punished to see if you’re capable of learning your lesson.’
Moving slightly around the table, positioning herself between Hayley’s parted legs, Belinda raised the leather belt above her head again and paused, the two employers savouring the frozen look of horror on the girl’s face. Again holding her breath, her eyes wide, Hayley guessed the woman’s intention and waited in fear and trepidation for the belt to sweep down through the air and lash the most sensitive area of her body. Belinda was insane. She had to be. What was she waiting for? Was she revelling in Hayley’s plight?
Finally bringing the belt down with a loud crack across Hayley’s white panties, she smiled as her trussed victim let out a long wail and writhed in agony as much as the ropes would allow her to.
‘Let that be a lesson to you,’ she hissed, stroking the stinging flesh of Hayley’s sex through her underwear. ‘I’m sure you don’t want another lashing across your pussy, now do you?’
‘No,’ Hayley whimpered, her body trembling uncontrollably. ‘No, of course I don’t.’
‘You wouldn’t want my husband to deal with you, would you?’
‘No ma’am,’ Hayley said hastily, ‘I wouldn’t.’
‘Well then, you’ll be sorry to learn that that’s exactly what he is going to do.’
Hayley couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She’d thought and hoped the vicious slice of the belt between her bound thighs had signalled the end of her torment – but apparently not.
‘Tie this around her breasts,’ Belinda ordered her husband, taking a length of thin nylon rope from one of the shelves and passing it to him. ‘Tie it tight around her breasts, then you can thrash her some more.’
Hayley watched in horror as Michael wound the rope around her left breast. This was sexual torture, she thought desperately, imagining the belt licking across her exposed nipples. As Michael pulled the rope tight Hayley winced against the discomfort of her breasts swelling and becoming painfully taut. Her nipples grew and tingled.
‘That’s good,’ Belinda praised her husband. ‘Now you can administer some more deserved punishment to this ungrateful little bitch.’
Accepting the belt from his wife, Michael stood over the trussed girl on the table and gazed avidly at the ballooning spheres of her bound breasts. Belinda was an evil bitch, Hayley thought, grimacing as she waited for the first lash of the leather gripped in his fist. Swearing to get even with the woman, she focused fearfully on the belt as Michael raised his arm, his knuckles white as he gripped it so determinedly, above his head.
The belt unfurled and whistled down, landing across the taut flesh of her breasts and pulsing nipples. Hayley let out a yelp. Again the belt lashed her swollen breasts with a loud crack. With her burning nipples rising beneath the cruel lick of the leather belt, Hayley squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to protest any more. If she complained she was pretty certain that Belinda would only prolong the gruelling punishment. Holding her breath as the strip of leather flew through the air and again swiped her excruciatingly sensitive breasts, she dreaded to think what other horrors she might have to endure at the hands of her wicked bosses.
‘This will teach you an important lesson, young lady,’ Belinda said, staring hard at her bound captive. ‘By the time you leave this basement you’ll be obedient, respectful, and well behaved.’
Saying nothing, Hayley silently swore that she’d never respect either of her sadistic bosses. The woman was insane and he was pathetic, of that she was now certain. Gasping another yelp as the belt slapped her constricted breasts again, Hayley knew he was relishing every moment of administering the gruelling thrashing, and that his wife was relishing watching it.
‘What would you like to do with her next?’ Belinda asked Michael. ‘No, allow me to suggest something. Thrash her pussy, like I did.’
‘Please, no more,’ Hayley breathed as Michael moved around the table.
‘No more?’ Belinda laughed scornfully. ‘Well, I don’t want any more of your lies, young lady, but I have to keep suffering them, don’t I?’
‘But I’ve never stolen anything in my life,’ she protested meekly. ‘And I’ve never done anything to try and harm you.’
‘I’m sorry, but you only have yourself to blame for this,’ the woman said dismissively.
‘Only have myself to blame?’ Hayley echoed, astonished by such a comment. ‘All I’ve done is work hard and try to please you both.’
As the leather cracked down and bit into the sensitive lips of her sex, causing her straining body to convulse, Hayley cried out. Again Michael brought the strip of leather down, lashing the gusset of her white panties, accurately striking between her parted thighs. Belinda watched the merciless thrashing, nodding her head approvingly as her husband repeatedly swept the belt down across the tenderised flesh of her captive’s lower tummy and sex. Hayley cried out pitifully as the hardest slap yet jolted her young body, but her cries and pleas for mercy only seemed to serve to drive Michael on.
He was loving every minute of dishing out the cruel punishment, Hayley knew. Again and again he brought the belt down, only increasing his rhythm in response to the bound girl’s pleas for mercy. Hayley prayed for the torture to end.
‘That’s enough for now, Michael,’ Belinda at last said, calling a halt to Hayley’s anguish. ‘I don’t want you to wear yourself out.
‘And I don’t want you worn out either, young lady,’ she added, gazing down at the panting, exhausted girl. ‘You’ll stay down here for a while longer yet. I’m not done with you yet.’ She shook her head. ‘Oh no, I’m not done with you by a long chalk. I have plans for you, young lady. Oh yes, I have great plans for you. You probably think me cold and heartless. Perhaps I am, but I cannot abide lying and thieving. I cannot and I will not tolerate either. Don’t utter another word, young lady. Don’t utter another lie. I intend to leave you down here for a while as part of your punishment. Perhaps some time alone will allow you to focus your thoughts, and then in the morning when you’ve had time to think about your wrongdoings you’ll tell the truth and confess.’
After an hour or so of being alone Hayley was feeling cold and hungry. It was gloomy and depressing in the basement, her beaten flesh pulsed painfully and her bound limbs had gone numb. Wondering what the morning would bring, Hayley lifted her head as she thought she heard movement outside the door. Were there rats lurking in the basement? Rats and spiders?
‘Oh, it’s you,’ she breathed as the door opened and Michael appeared, wishing she could conceal herself as he closed the door again and moved to the table, blatantly admiring her body, displayed to him by her dishevelled clothing. ‘What do you want?’
‘Belinda’s gone to bed,’ he announced, ‘so I thought I’d come down and keep you company.’
‘I don’t want any company,’ Hayley snapped. ‘And especially not your company.’
‘I couldn’t resist coming to see you, Hayley,’ he went on regardless. ‘Bound and defenceless and all alone down here. I just couldn’t resist the temptation to come and see you again. What red-blooded male could?’
‘To take advantage of me, like you did with Amy before?’ she said defiantly.
‘With Amy?’ he said quizzically. ‘What are you talking about?’
‘I know what happened,’ she said. ‘I know you lured her down here and then abused your position to take advantage of her.’
‘Abused my position to take advantage of Amy?’ he echoed, looking genuinely puzzled. ‘I really have no idea what you’re talking about.’
‘I’ll tell Belinda about your adultery,’ Hayley threatened. ‘When she hears what you did to Amy she’ll go mad.’
‘Oh dear,’ he sighed, ‘it’s like that, is it?’
‘Yes, it is like that.’
‘And I’d thought we were getting on so well together.’
‘Well you thought wrong.’
‘Seemingly so.’ He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. ‘But it’s a shame you have that attitude, because I had a little proposition to put to you. But not to worry now...’
‘What sort of a proposition?’ Hayley asked hopefully, her spirits rising just a little.
‘Well, I rather thought that we might get to know each other a little better, and then perhaps...’
‘I know what you’re after, and you’re not getting it,’ she said boldly. ‘Not unless you force yourself upon me, and if you do you’ll find yourself in serious trouble the minute I get out of this house.’
‘I don’t like threats, Hayley,’ he said dourly.
‘And I don’t like being tied down and beaten,’ she countered.
‘You know, you’re a very stupid girl,’ he said, his annoyance at her continuing defiance increasingly evident.
‘Yes, I am,’ she agreed sarcastically. ‘I was stupid to accept your job offer in the first place, I was stupid to stay here once I’d started to see some of the things that go on here, and I was stupid to believe all your nonsense about getting me a job with Dave Ruby.’
‘I was talking to Dave only earlier today,’ he told her.
‘Oh, here we go again,’ she scoffed.
‘Belinda asked me to phone and tell him that he shouldn’t have you working for him because you’re unreliable.’
‘Yes, yes, I know,’ she said derisively. ‘I’m a thief and I tried to physically harm your wife.’
‘I didn’t tell him that because I believe that Amy took the money, not you.’
‘There was no money stolen,’ Hayley sighed exasperatedly. ‘For goodness sake, shall we stop playing these ridiculous games now?’
‘There was two thousand pounds in cash in the safe, Hayley,’ he went on. ‘I inadvertently left it open, and you know the rest of the sorry story.’
‘If that’s true then your wife took it,’ Hayley stated boldly.
‘Belinda took it?’ he laughed, pacing the floor. ‘So tell me, why would she steal our own money?’
‘So she could blame me, of course. It’s obvious.’
Rubbing his chin as he mooched around the basement, looking increasingly pensive, even Hayley began to wonder if she’d inadvertently hit upon the truth. Had Belinda taken her own money to fake a theft? She could have taken it and hidden it in the bag, and then put it in the kitchen so it looked like Hayley was trying to abscond with it. Michael would never have suspected his own wife, and her plan would work well. No, her plan had worked well. Belinda was a devious bitch, and Hayley wouldn’t put anything past her. But why would she go to such lengths to do such a devious thing? What did she have against Hayley that she kept trying to frame her? What was it all about?
‘When you first arrived here I told you that Belinda could be a little unpredictable at times,’ Michael said, standing by the table and gazing at the blotchy marks striping her breasts. ‘Had you played along with her little foibles it would have been so much easier for you.’
‘I did play along with her little foibles,’ Hayley snapped angrily. ‘I accepted those unjust spankings, for one thing.’
‘You could have done very well here,’ he said, and then paused as he again eyed her shapely, vulnerable body. ‘Now, I think it’s time I untied you, then you can go up to your room and get a good night’s sleep.’
‘Oh, yes please,’ Hayley gasped eagerly, lifting her head, daring to wonder whether she still might be able to get away from the house during the night. ‘I’m exhausted and cold, and I’d really like to go to bed now. Please untie me, Michael,’ she begged, eager not to let this glimmer of hope disappear, and then shuddered as he slowly reached out and pinched her sore nipples between finger and thumb. Was he cruelly toying with her emotions, talking about releasing her and building up her hopes only to bring her crashing down again? Was he trying to erode her resistance to him and his wife? Was the idea to grind her down until she accepted anything they chose to do to her?
‘I suppose I should let you go now,’ he continued pensively. ‘You’ve been down here for quite some time already.’
He reached for her wrists and untied the ropes binding them. Then he bent and released her ankles, and Hayley climbed stiffly off the table, wincing as the blood flowed back into her cold, stiff and aching limbs. Was her release from the loathsome table an indication that her nightmare was coming to an end, she mused as she bent to rub some feeling back into her thighs, or was this only the beginning?
Hayley woke the following morning to the sun streaming in through the tiny dormer window. As sleep left her she recalled the horrendous events of the night before and leapt out of her bed. It was eight o’clock and the house was quiet. She washed and cleaned her teeth in the small basin in her room, then quickly taking her uniform from the wardrobe she dressed and ventured out onto the landing, crept along and opened Amy’s bedroom door, to find the girl asleep in her bed. Clearly she’d lost her nerve last night and decided to stay... either that or she was really collaborating with Michael and Belinda as Hayley had suspected.
‘Amy,’ she whispered, shaking her shoulder. ‘Amy, wake up.’
‘Wuh... what is it?’ the girl asked, her bleary eyes opening and gazing up at Hayley.
‘This might be our chance to get out of here,’ she said. ‘Hurry up and get dressed.’
‘How did you get out of the basement?’ Amy asked, sitting up and stretching, inadvertently drawing Hayley’s eyes to the firm shape of her breasts beneath her nightdress.
‘That’s another story,’ Hayley said, focussing her thoughts on the important matter of getting away. ‘You get dressed and I’ll go and check Belinda’s room. If she’s still sleeping then we’ve got a chance.’
‘No, let me go,’ Amy said, slipping out of bed and dressing too. ‘You stay here and wait for me.’
Frowning as Amy left the room and closed the door, Hayley wondered whether or not she had made her mind up to trust her. Deciding she still didn’t know enough about the girl to do so, she quickly resolved to go it alone instead, so she left the room and crept down the stairs to the landing below. Hovering outside Belinda’s bedroom door she listened for any signs of life, but she heard nothing and there was no sign of Amy. No doubt the front and backdoor were locked and the keys now stowed in a place where she wouldn’t be able to find them, but if she had to she would look again for an unlocked window to climb out of. And if the gates were locked too she’d do her best to climb over them. This time she was determined to get away from Hadleigh Manor.
Descending the stairs to the hall, she again listened for any signs of activity and caught her breath, her pulse racing as she heard voices drifting up from the basement. Was that Amy’s voice she heard? It seemed her doubts about the girl were justified. She didn’t dare risk going down there, so she put her ear to the gap of the slightly ajar door and listened intently.
‘At least she’s still in the house,’ she heard Belinda say. ‘Do you realise how much trouble we’ll be in if she gets away. This is serious, have you grasped that yet?’
‘Yes, of course I have,’ said Amy.
Holding her hand to her mouth to suppress the shock of having her doubts about the other girl irrefutably confirmed, Hayley snatched her other hand away from the door handle as if it was scalding hot and hovered there in the hall, her head in a spin. So Amy really was working with the scheming pair, she thought angrily. The little traitor had really, really let her down. How could she do such a thing?
Again wondering what on earth was going on she shrieked with the shock and dismay of being discovered as a hand planted itself on her shoulder, the fingers digging in to her flesh and making her wince with the discomfort.
‘What are you doing?’ Michael asked.
‘T-trying to get away from this place,’ she said, trying futilely to loosen the talon-like grip on her shoulder, the truthful response the first thing that came into her head. ‘What do you think I’m doing?’
‘Really, trying to leave us already?’ he sneered, nudging open the door and giving her a firm push towards the dingy stairs leading down to the basement. ‘Well, I think my wife will have something to say about that.’
‘I’m not going down there,’ Hayley insisted, shaking her head. ‘If you think I’m going back down there you’ve got another—’
‘Be quiet, Hayley,’ he said, cutting off her protests, and before she could do anything to resist she found herself manhandled down the stairs and ushered physically into the basement room.
The door slammed shut behind her, and she turned and stared open-mouthed at Belinda and Amy.
‘Ah, there you are, young lady,’ the woman said, smiling without warmth at Hayley. ‘I was beginning to think you didn’t like us.’
‘I – I don’t,’ Hayley stammered, lifting her chin defiantly, ‘so I’m leaving here and going home.’
Belinda laughed derisively. ‘Oh, you are, are you? Just like that? You’re going to leave here without working your notice?’
‘Well, yes...’ Hayley faltered, ‘I didn’t really...’
‘No, you didn’t really consider the inconvenience to us, did you? I didn’t realise you’re so selfish, young lady.’
Hayley bristled at the accusation of being inconsiderate or selfish. She spent her life considering others and being unselfish. ‘That’s not fair!’ she snapped.
‘Don’t you use that tone with me,’ Belinda warned. ‘Get on the table, or would you rather that I have Michael and Amy put you on the table?’
‘No, I...’ Unable to believe that she’d been so stupid as to let herself end up back down here in the basement, Hayley eyed the odious piece of furniture with its metal rings and lengths of rope. There was no way she was going to end up tied helplessly to that again... but her mouth dropped open in horror as she stared at the riding crop Belinda produced from behind her back, and the evil smile dancing upon her lips. Hayley knew she was in trouble, and in for another thrashing.
‘You’re keeping me waiting,’ Belinda said, fingering the leather crop with evident reverence. ‘And I don’t like to be kept waiting. I’d rather hoped you would have learnt that by now.’
‘Please, no, not again...’ Hayley protested, despite knowing any pleas were futile.
‘Do you really want me to use this?’ Belinda asked, stroking the crop suggestively.
‘No I don’t,’ Hayley said adamantly.
Belinda shrugged simplistically. ‘Then do as I tell you and get on the table. The choice is yours.’
‘But you’ll use it on me anyway,’ Hayley said.
‘Perhaps I will, and perhaps I won’t. Now, I’ve had enough of all this dallying. Get on the table before you really try my patience.’
Hayley had no choice, she knew as she gazed at the whip. Belinda wouldn’t hesitate to use it, but she also knew there was no way of getting past Belinda, Michael and Amy and making it to the door. Trapped yet again she jumped as the whip cracked, and knowing resistance for the moment was futile, she slipped up onto the table without taking her eyes off Belinda, and lay on her back with her legs again hanging down over the edge. Saying nothing as a gloating Michael tied her wrists and ankles as he had done before, she gazed up at the low ceiling and wondered how on earth she’d gotten herself into such a bizarre mess yet again. Trembling as Belinda leaned over her tethered body and again unbuttoned her blouse, she couldn’t believe she was back on the hateful table. Grimacing as Belinda actually leant down and placed a cold kiss on first one of her nipples and then the other, she feared her last chance of ever escaping the Philips’ clutches had probably passed. She was at the two sadist’s mercy – not that she expected them to show her any mercy.
Lifting her head as her female captor folded the hem of her short skirt back onto her stomach and gazed admiringly at her smooth, parted thighs and the delicate swell of her sex mound within her white panties, Hayley wondered what she intended to do to her this time. Shuddering as the woman actually reached between her thighs and traced the contours of her sex lips through her panties with her fingertip, Hayley knew that much more than just another punishment was on the agenda.
‘You have a beautiful body, my dear,’ Belinda breathed huskily. ‘It’s a shame you’ve felt the need to fight us. We could have all got on so much better if you’d been more amenable to us. Sadly I fear it’s too late for that now, but at least we have you back where we want you. At least you’re here, bound and defenceless in our little den.’
‘When will you release me?’ Hayley asked shakily.
‘I don’t know,’ Belinda said, rubbing a little harder between her legs, Hayley blushing and nibbling her lower lip as she felt a shameful dampness forming in her panties. ‘I suppose we can’t keep you here forever, but let’s not talk about you leaving us, my dear. For now we’d rather enjoy you and your beautiful body.
Fearing the bite of the leather riding crop, Hayley resigned herself to the fact that she had little choice but to accept whatever was planned for her. Belinda beckoned Michael closer again, and he stroked the bound girl’s hair with unexpected tenderness while his wife eased the gusset of Hayley’s damp panties aside, exposing her hairless sex for their appreciation. From a little behind them Amy looked on, her expression passive. This was it, Hayley knew as she felt her mistress’s fingertips gently stroking her inner thighs. The violation of her tethered body was imminent. With her feet hanging down and her ankles secured to the table legs, she felt more than ever how vulnerable she was to the desires and wishes of the couple, completely defenceless to their every whim.
Using two fingers Belinda peeled Hayley’s damp sex lips apart, and although the bound girl knew her clitoris was exposed to their eyes, that it was shamefully erect, and despite feeling humiliated and embarrassed by that, she also felt aroused as never before. Was Belinda going to ease her fingers deep into her? Would she massage her clitoris until she orgasmed? Is that what Belinda intended and Hayley secretly wanted?
Closing her eyes she felt a delicious quiver run through her insides as her captor massaged her sensitive clitoris. Utterly confused, her emotions in turmoil, Hayley pondered her own thoughts and desires. Then stiffening and holding her breath, Michael stroking her fringe from her perspiring brow, she felt two fingers slip into her tight vagina. She let out a gasp. To have another woman touching her so intimately was overwhelming her emotions, a battle was raging in her tormented mind, and she couldn’t deny the intense pleasure she was experiencing.
She listened to the wet sounds of her vaginal juices as Belinda began to gently pump her fingers in and out of the clutching sheath of Hayley’s sex. Never having experienced the intimate attention of someone else like this, never having been sexually pleasured by another, Hayley couldn’t deny her soaring arousal. Her bound body trembling, her breathing fast and shallow, she felt her clitoris swell and her vaginal muscles tighten as the fingers repeatedly drove deep into her vagina.
‘Ooohhhh,’ she breathed as Belinda’s fingertips massaged the nub of her clitoris. The heavenly sensations rocking her trussed frame, reaching out and tightening every muscle, she arched her back as her pleasure built. Shaking uncontrollably as the fingers glided in and out of her spasming vagina, she couldn’t believe the immense pleasure her female boss was bringing her. But this was lesbian sex, she reminded herself. She shouldn’t be enjoying the intimate attention of another woman. But, she tried to console herself, the pleasure was immeasurable and undeniable, so did it really matter who was giving it to her?
Nearing her orgasm, Hayley shuddered violently as she felt Belinda’s hot breath on her pubic mound. This couldn’t be happening, she thought as the woman’s darting tongue explored her sex lips. Her fingers moving away from Hayley’s clitoris and exiting her vagina, Belinda licked the little protrusion of her pleasure bud. Again Hayley let out a gasp as her clitoris responded to her mistress’s wet tongue, confusion reigning in her tormented mind as she writhed on the table, gasping whimpers of bliss as she teetered on the brink of her orgasm. This was all wrong, but it was delicious too.
The fingers sank back deep into the tight channel of her vagina, her pleasure nodule pulsating beneath Belinda’s snaking tongue, and Hayley cried out as her orgasm exploded from deep within her core. She tensed on the table, her back arching so that she rested on only her thighs and shoulders, shockwaves of pure sexual bliss rocking her body as she writhed and squirmed, gasped and pleaded as her mistress sustained her mind-blowing climax. Never before had she known such intense delight. Never before had she dreamed that her body was capable of bringing her such immense pleasure.
‘Only a woman knows how to pleasure another woman,’ Belinda breathed confidently, her wet tongue sweeping over the sensitive tip of Hayley’s pulsating clitoris, and sustaining Hayley’s incredible pleasure the woman continued to work deftly with her cunning tongue. Hayley thought she was going to pass out as her orgasm continued to peak and rocked her very soul. With her mind spinning, with vivid colours flashing behind her closed eyelids as she drifted on clouds of lust, she shuddered violently again and the table creaked, announcing her spending to the woman and the two silent onlookers. Her nipples pulsed and rose proudly from her trembling breasts and her stomach churned deliciously, and she felt sexually alive as never before.
Finally descending from her climax, Hayley laid quivering and panting for breath on the table as Belinda sucked the last ripples of pleasure from her weary clitoris. The manipulative fingers slowed to a gentle massaging rhythm, and the woman stood upright and cast her eyes over Hayley’s sated body. Delirious in the aftermath of her multiple orgasm, Hayley was oblivious to her mistress. Her mind swimming, her head lolling from side to side, she lay exhausted on the table.
‘You’re beautiful,’ Belinda breathed huskily, running her wet tongue over her prisoner’s erect nipples, causing the girl to murmur again, then she sucked on each one in turn, devouring them as though they were delicate morsels of delicious food. Hayley moaned, her breasts rising and falling jerkily as the heavenly sensations permeated them.
As her mistress’s fingers wandered over the smooth plateau of her stomach, and then back to the gentle rise of her mons, Hayley knew she was to be taken to another exhausting orgasm and wondered how many she could endure as Belinda’s fingers slipped into her drenched valley of desire and massaged the sensitive bulb of her expectant clitoris. Then sinking her teeth gently into Hayley’s pulsing nipple, Belinda caressed her clitoris with a gentleness and sensuality of a woman’s touch.
Hayley began to breathe heavily again as her tethered body trembled uncontrollably. She could feel her juices tricking from her sex and running down between the firm cheeks of her buttocks as her vaginal muscles tightened around the intruding fingers. No longer was she battling between right and wrong. Nothing mattered now, apart from her desire to achieve yet another exquisite climax.
‘Come for me,’ Belinda breathed. ‘Come for me again.’ With her clitoris solid in arousal beneath the woman’s vibrating fingertips Hayley felt her womb contract. This was sheer sexual bliss, she thought, arching her back again as her pleasure built, closing her eyes as Belinda quickened her massaging rhythm. Incredibly she was going to reach another climax, she knew as her mistress sucked hard on each erect nipple.
‘Come for me,’ Belinda again urged as Hayley shook and the table creaked. Moving down Hayley’s naked body Belinda licked the swollen cushions of her wet sex lips and straightened her pumping fingers. Withdrawing them, pausing, and driving them deep into the girl’s tight vagina, she sucked her hard clitoris into her mouth and repeatedly swept her tongue over the responsive tip. Sucking and licking, her mouth slurping between Hayley’s sex lips, she increased her thrusting rhythm, taking the girl to the brink of an orgasm and held her there, the sounds of her slurping tongue and lips accompanying the bound captive’s heavy breathing in the humid, gloomy atmosphere of the basement.
‘Please,’ Hayley gasped, desperate to cross the threshold of her pleasure to the eruption of an orgasm. Belinda licked around the base of her clitoris and slowed the movement of her fingers, keeping Hayley teetering on the verge of her climax. Her tongue again sweeping over the tip of her pleasure bud, she took Hayley close to the brink or her climax and then again backed off. Again and again she took her young prisoner to the very brink of her sexual relief and then moved away from her yearning clitoris.
‘Please,’ Hayley again gasped. ‘Please, I need to come.’ Sucking the trembling girl’s clitoris into her warm mouth, pistoning the tight sheath of her vagina with her fingers, Belinda finally allowed her to slip over the edge and plunge deep into a pool of sexual ecstasy. Shaking fiercely, Hayley writhed and cried out as her orgasm gripped her again, waves of pure bliss crashing through her trembling body, taking her higher to her sexual heaven.
Wondering whether she’d discovered her sexual niche as her pleasure began to recede, panting for breath, her body trembling again as she drifted down from her second orgasm, she didn’t think she could take any more. If Belinda tried to tease another climax from her she didn’t think she could take it. Lifting her head as she felt the fingers slip out of her vagina, she gazed through misty eyes at her female boss as she placed her face between her parted thighs, pressed her lips to the entrance of her sex, and greedily drank her seeping juices.
‘No more,’ Hayley sighed, feeling the woman’s tongue entering her hot channel, wondering where and when this would end. ‘Please, I’m tired, I can’t take any more.’
Gazing in amazement with weary eyes as Belinda slipped her skirt off and climbed elegantly up onto the table, precisely placing her knees on either side of Hayley’s head, resting her firm buttocks on her breasts, the girl couldn’t help but focus on the hairless lips of the woman’s sex. She didn’t want this, she didn’t want to return the pleasure she’d received in any way, let alone the way that was evidently expected of her. But eyeing the woman’s swollen sex lips, seeing the glistening liquid coating her pink flesh, she knew that she had no choice other than to taste her mistress there.
As Belinda lowered her hips, her engorged vulva meeting her captive’s moist, slightly parted lips, she let out a gasp. Hayley squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced as the woman’s vaginal juices smudged over her face and she was swamped by the woman’s sexual fragrance. With her mouth tightly closed she couldn’t bring herself to taste Belinda’s juices of lust. Would she orgasm on her trapped face? Hayley didn’t want this, it wasn’t right.
‘Use your tongue,’ Belinda breathed huskily, rocking her hips gently, her vaginal entrance moving back and forth over Hayley’s mouth. Finally relenting, tentatively pushing her tongue out, Hayley tasted the lesbian’s nectar. She was creamy and tangy, and the lips of her vulva were smooth and soft against Hayley’s wet face. She really didn’t know what to do. Should she push her tongue deeper? She guessed that was what Belinda wanted as she ground her hips and pressed her sex more urgently to Hayley’s mouth.
Finally relenting and tentatively pushing her tongue up into Belinda’s hot sex channel, her mouth flooding with her vaginal juices, she licked the clutching inner walls to the accompaniment of the woman’s gasps of pleasure, slightly muffled by the thighs pressed to her ears and holding her head in position. Sucking and drinking from her mistress, Hayley lost herself in her traitorously soaring arousal as she used her inexperienced tongue to please her female boss.
‘Oooh yesss... just that like, fuck me with your tongue,’ Belinda urged shakily but appreciatively, her body trembling as she reached down between her thighs and stretched open her outer labia. ‘What a clever girl you are. I want to feel your tongue deep inside my pussy.’ Almost unable to breathe Hayley repeatedly thrust her tongue into the woman’s tight sheath, her face increasingly coated with juices of arousal as the woman knelt over her, gasping in her sexual ecstasy. Hayley could feel the nub of her clitoris pressing hard against her upper lip as her mouth was anointed with another flood of pussy juice. Through her confused emotions she wondered if the woman was going to come already, her own clitoris again yearning for her mistress’s clever tongue.
Again grinding her hips, aligning her clitoris with Hayley’s mouth, Belinda shuddered in the beginnings of her orgasm. Hayley licked and sucked on the pink bulb of her mistress’s pleasure bud, surprised by the size and hardness of it. With wet fingers Belinda eased her pouting vaginal lips further apart, exposing the fullness of her clitoris to Hayley’s mouth and inquisitive tongue. The woman was going to come, Hayley sensed in her sexual confusion. This was a first – another first along the brief and torrid journey of her sexual discovery.
‘Yes...’ Belinda cried, her body shaking violently, and Hayley drank desperately as a flood of orgasmic juices coated her flushed face, the nectar of female orgasm flowing as Belinda swayed and wailed in the grip of her climax. Again and again the woman cried out as she rode Hayley’s face, shuddering in the grip of her tongue-induced pleasure.
At last slipping down from the table, her face flushed as she calmed her breathing, she swayed on her trembling legs as she recovered from her orgasm. Hayley watched as Belinda moved somewhat distractedly around the table and picked her skirt up. Hayley wondered what she intended next. What other sexual acts did she intend to indulge in with her young captive?
‘My, my...’ she sighed, kissing her own fingertips and then placing them gently on Hayley’s glistening lips, ‘what a girl of surprises you are. I had no idea you would be so talented with your gorgeous mouth and clever tongue. I had high hopes for you, but you’ve more than exceeded them, my dear.’
Belinda leant down and pressed an affectionate kiss to the wilting girl’s mouth. ‘Now,’ she went on, straightening up and gazing smoulderingly down at the supine girl, ‘we’re going to release you. But you do want to stay here with us at Hadleigh Manor, don’t you?’
‘Y-yes, I think so,’ Hayley replied uncertainly as the woman signalled for her husband and the other girl to untie the ropes. ‘I... I think I do.’
‘And you won’t try to run off again?’ the woman pressed as Michael helped Hayley sit up straight and rubbed her arms to get some circulation back into them.
‘No, I want to stay here,’ she said, knowing it was what they wanted to hear, and knowing it was a response that would at least buy her some time to come to terms with what she’d just done with the woman, and what her next move should be.
‘Good,’ the woman purred. ‘So let’s have no more nonsense about you wanting to leave us, okay?’
She nodded at Amy, who was crouching by Hayley’s feet, and having just untied her ankles she was mirroring Michael’s actions and massaging some life back into the grateful sitting girl’s legs.
‘Now then,’ Belinda went on with a knowing smile lifting the corners of her seductive lips, ‘I’d like to see you two girls getting to know each other a little better. I won’t tolerate any ill feeling between my staff, so let Michael and I watch while you really become friendly...’
It took a few moments for the woman’s meaning to sink in, and then Hayley stiffened. Surely she and Amy weren’t expected to put on some gratuitous sexual performance for the depraved pair? But as Michael began to encourage her to climb down and stand, and as Belinda took Amy’s hand and helped her turn and lift up to perch her cute bottom on the edge of the table, Hayley knew that’s exactly what was expected of them.
She felt confused, torn between her aversion for what the couple were intending and her shameful attraction to the other girl, an attraction that was only intensified by the still simmering sexual pleasure she’d just experienced. For some perverse reason she actually relished the idea of tying Amy to the table, of having her at her mercy, to do with as she chose. Was she about to, and wanting to, live out a fantasy that she’d never even suspected of existing before now? Resist the dominant pair, the battle raged in her head, or gratefully accept their offer of enjoying Amy’s beautiful body?
‘Take Hayley’s place on the table,’ the woman encouraged Amy in a firm but husky whisper. ‘Lie back and take her place. I know you want to.’
And deep down, although she would never admit it to either Michael or Belinda Philips, and didn’t even want to admit it to herself, Hayley wanted her to.
‘Do as she tells you,’ she whispered. ‘The sooner you obey the sooner it will be over.’
Lying back and taking her position on the table Amy looked a little uncertain, which surprised Hayley as she gazed down into the dark pools of the girl’s wide eyes. She looked so sexy and vulnerable, but Michael had fucked her so she wasn’t the little innocent she portrayed. Had she instigated that little liaison and any others they’d indulged in, or had he seduced her? Did Belinda know of her husband’s infidelity and the maid’s promiscuity?
Bending and tying Amy’s ankles, Michael assured her that everything would be just fine. Amy seemed to accept that, but did offer a little protest when he moved around the table and pulled her arms behind her head to bind her wrists. But it was too late and a pretty feeble objection, and did nothing to dissuade him from performing his task and rendering her bound and helpless on the wooden surface.
Then Belinda slowly unbuttoned her blouse and laid it open, and even Hayley couldn’t deny the somersault of excitement she enjoyed in the pit of her stomach as she gazed upon the perfection of the beautiful girl’s naked breasts, eyeing the ripeness of her nipples.
‘You have a beautiful body, Amy,’ Belinda said. ‘Doesn’t she have a beautiful body, Hayley?’
‘I... I...’ Hayley murmured awkwardly, never having had to speak so intimately about another girl before. ‘Yes, ma’am... she is beautiful.’
‘Well she’s yours to enjoy, my dear,’ Belinda encouraged, gently folding the hem of Amy’s skirt up to her waist, exposing her white panties for the threesome to see. ‘Take her as a little present from me to you; a sign of my appreciation for the pleasure you just gave me.’
Reaching out tentatively, finding the offer too much to resist or refuse, Hayley pressed two inquisitive fingertips to the outline of the girl’s vulva through her soft panties, running the tips up and down the tightly closed entrance to her sweet pussy. Did she want to abuse the girl for deceiving her, or did she want to love her? The girl remained silent and watched as Hayley toyed with the fleshy lips of her vagina through the increasingly damp cotton of her underwear.
Then, growing bolder, sensing the couple were pleased with her so far, she used her other hand to ease the damp gusset aside and carefully slipped a finger deep into Amy’s tight vagina, using the ball of her thumb to locate and massage her clitoris. This was another bizarre first, she mused, wondering at her sexual inclinations as she began to pump her straightened finger in and out of the girl’s sex sheath. Should she lick her there too? She’d licked Belinda’s pussy, sucked on her ripe clitoris and given her an orgasm. Would Amy also enjoy the feel of her mouth and tongue stimulating the lips of her pussy? Yes, Hayley knew she would.
Unable to control her inner desires, Hayley leaned closer over the girl’s naked body, pressed her hot face between her parted thighs, and gingerly kissed the soft curls of hair on her pubic mound. Enjoying that, and growing bolder, she moved lower as she continued to massage deep inside Amy’s vagina, and used her tongue to tease the sensitive tip of the girl’s erect clitoris. Amy gasped, her tethered body writhing as she arched her back, Hayley savouring the heavenly taste of her moist sex valley. She felt surprisingly good and remarkably turned on by having the girl bound and at her mercy. The tables had turned, and she was enjoying this new experience.
Still licking and sucking the girl’s swollen clitoris, Hayley slipped a second finger into the wet heat of her tight vagina, sucking the tiny pink bulb of her clitoris into her hungry mouth, repeatedly sweeping her tongue over the sensitive tip. Amy let out gasps of pleasure as her toned body shook fiercely. She was approaching her climax, and a tide of female nectar glazed Hayley’s thrusting fingers and anointed her twisting tongue.
‘I’m... I’m going to come,’ Amy sobbed with a rush of breath, her clitoris pulsating beneath Hayley’s sweeping tongue, her vaginal muscles gripping her thrusting fingers, and she arched her back and let out a cry of pleasure as her orgasm erupted from deep within. Sucking and licking the girl’s pulsating clitoris, fingering her drenched vagina, Hayley delighted in sustaining her amazing orgasm. Amy would reciprocate, she hoped. Belinda would surely see to that. Desperate for the relief of her own release Hayley would kneel astride her captive’s face as Belinda had done and press the swollen lips of her sex down hard against her open mouth.
Amy shuddered a rush of breath as Hayley reached out and squeezed the firm mounds of her breasts. Pinching and pulling the girl’s ripe nipples, adding to her sexual pleasure, Hayley managed to feed a third finger into the hot duct of her contracting vagina. Amy was tight and very wet, her body trembling as Hayley attended to her intimately. Loving every minute of the performance, Hayley again sucked hard on the girl’s clitoris, sweeping her tongue over the sensitive protrusion as her young lover writhed and squirmed in the grip of her climax.
With her pleasure peaking and her young body glowing with bliss, Amy again cried out as Hayley sustained her incredible torment, listening to the squelching of Amy’s juices as she sucked her pulsating clitoris. Delighting in the taste of the fragrant nectar she pushed her tongue into Amy’s vagina and licked the silky walls.
Finally slowing her ministrations as Amy convulsed and begged her to stop, Hayley placed an affectionate kiss on her clitoris and then pulled away slightly. Amy was drifting down from her sexual heaven, her body calming, and she breathed deeply in the aftermath of her pleasure, her naked breasts rising alluringly as she filled her lungs.
Standing upright Hayley was again aware of her own juices seeping down her inner thighs. Her expectant clitoris was aroused again, and she needed her own orgasm now more than ever.
Amy said nothing, but lay inert as her tormentor climbed onto the table and placed her knees on either side of her head, just as Belinda had done to her. Still dreamily replete the girl opened her mouth as Hayley lowered her hips and pressed her hairless sex hard against her succulent lips.
‘Use your tongue on me,’ Hayley ordered, her juices flowing freely and coating Amy’s chin, mouth and nose. ‘Use your naughty tongue on my cunt,’ she urged crudely, the coarseness of her words sending her own arousal soaring, and she shuddered as she felt the girl’s tongue slip between her sex lips and drive deep into her wet vagina. With her thighs parted and squeezing another girl’s flushed face, whose tongue was fluttering inquisitively deep inside the sheath of her vagina, she had never known such intense sexual delight – not even from the experienced Belinda.
‘Suck me,’ she urged huskily. ‘Lick me and suck my clitoris,’ and Amy immediately followed her instruction, sucking Hayley’s swollen pleasure bud into her mouth, her intuitive tongue snaking around the base of her clitoris, sweeping over the sensitive tip, working expertly on pleasuring the girl squatting on her, attending her most intimate feminine needs. Looking down, focusing on the lips of her vagina locked to the lips of the girl’s mouth, Hayley rocked her hips, their coupling sending quivers through her contracting insides, and she ground against Amy’s face.
Whimpering in her ecstasy as the trapped girl concentrated on her erect clitoris, Hayley unbuttoned her blouse and freed her breasts. Tweaking her own nipples, adding to her incredible pleasure, she rolled her head back and closed her eyes. Pulling and twisting her sensitive nipples as Amy worked deftly on her clitoris, she felt the birth of her orgasm stirring deep within her churning insides. She was going to come, she knew as she began to shake uncontrollably. Again she was going to come.
‘Yes...’ she cried, her face flushing as the explosion of her orgasm erupted between her thighs. Shockwaves of pure sexual bliss crashing through her young body as Amy stoked her pleasure, she gasped as lurid images of Michael’s erect penis ploughing into Amy loomed in her mind. As her juices drenched Amy’s sex-flushed face she wondered if she should allow him the pleasure of her body too.
‘Don’t stop,’ she murmured, riding the crest of her orgasm, imagining the tight lips of her pussy rolling back and forth along a rock-hard cock, and she shrieked a scream of pleasure as her orgasm peaked and rocked her very soul. Alive with sensations, her curvaceous body shaking fiercely, she pulled and twisted her nipples to add the pleasure of pain to her ecstasy.
In her delirious mind she recalled the beautiful spankings, and knew that she had discovered the exquisite beauty of a blend of pain and sexual pleasure. The thought of her buttocks stinging beneath Belinda’s hand combining with the pleasure radiating from her pulsating clitoris was almost too much to bear. Hayley had discovered the secrets of sexual ecstasy, but with her dreamy bliss finally beginning to wane, she knew she needed to sample the delights of Michael’s cock too.
‘No more,’ she gasped, her sex juices glistening on Amy’s beautiful, upturned face. As though in a dream she managed to climb off the table. Swaying on her trembling legs as her pussy juice seeped down her inner thighs, she leaned against the table’s edge to steady herself.
Amy looked up at her, and then at Belinda, and then at Michael, her dark eyes smiling as she licked her wet lips with her mischievous tongue. It was going well, Hayley sensed. Belinda looked pleased.
‘You’re amazing,’ Amy breathed, sighing wearily.
‘So are you,’ Hayley said honestly, buttoning her blouse, knowing she needed no permission to do so. ‘I think we’re going to get on very well from now on, you and me.’ She reached out and gently stroked Amy’s damp fringe from her perspiring brow. ‘I think you’re lovely...’
‘You’re not going to try and run away again, then?’ Belinda interrupted the tender scene. ‘No more silliness on that score?’
‘No, ma’am,’ Hayley said, feeling distinctly sincere as she said it, ‘I’m not going to try to run away again. I have a feeling things are going to be very different at Hadleigh Manor from now on.’
The woman smiled, looked at her husband, then back at the two girls purring over each other affectionately. ‘Good, because I have that feeling too.’
Hearing Michael in the study the following morning, Hayley hovered outside the door. Dressed in her short skirt, the top few buttons of her blouse undone and revealing the firm upper slopes of her breasts and a teasing glimpse of her cleavage, she was still unsure about her intentions. What could she say to the man? How was she going to ask him to seduce her? Did she really want him to seduce her? Since her unbelievable experiences yesterday she wasn’t sure what she did want or didn’t want at all.
‘Oh, Hayley,’ Michael said pleasantly as she knocked and entered the room. ‘How are you getting on?’
‘I... I’d like to speak to you about something...’ she sheepishly ventured.
‘And I’d like to speak to you about something,’ Belinda said, appearing in the doorway behind Hayley.
‘Oh, yes ma’am?’ Hayley said, turning sharply and facing the woman, her sudden presence surprising her.
‘Up in my bedroom,’ the woman told her. ‘Follow me.’
‘But, I have work to be getting on with,’ she said a little uncertainly, noticing Michael moving towards her, clearly intending to go upstairs with her and his wife. Her relationship with the married couple was about to move on a few stages, she sensed. ‘I was about to prepare something for lunch.’
‘Up to my room, young lady,’ the woman said sternly. ‘After reaching such an understanding last night I’m surprised and disappointed that you’re back to defying me again.’
‘I’m not defying you, ma’am,’ Hayley said. ‘It’s just that yesterday was a major landmark in my life and I have a lot to contemplate and come to terms with—’
‘Do as my wife says, Hayley,’ Michael said, gripping her upper arm and gently directing her towards the woman, who stepped aside at the open door, allowing them a clear passage to exit the room.
‘Up to my bedroom, young lady,’ Belinda repeated. ‘And please don’t keep arguing with me.’
Upstairs, as the couple ushered her into the bedroom, Hayley was not surprised to see Amy standing meekly beside her boss’s dressing table, her head bowed, her fingers clasped together in front of her.
Without another word Belinda and Michael helped Hayley to kneel on the large double bed, resting on her forearms and knees, and putting forth no further verbal or physical resistance she couldn’t believe she was back almost where she started, her bottom perfectly positioned for yet another spanking.
Folding Hayley’s skirt up onto her hips, exposing her white panties to three appreciative pairs of eyes, Belinda was obviously intent on taking Hayley’s seduction further. The girl began more and more accepting the inevitable, and closed her eyes as she felt the woman stroke her buttocks and allow her fingers to toy idly against the outline of her sex lips through her panties. At least Hayley now knew what their intentions were, and she had a pretty good idea of where it was all leading.
The hand left the smoothness of her rump and Hayley braced herself, awaiting the inevitable onslaught. The atmosphere in the room was electric, charged with silent anticipation and sexual tension.
The palm struck and Hayley rocked forward on her forearms, her lowered brow brushing against the bedcovers. She gasped quietly, the sting permeating her tensed buttocks.
The palm struck again, and then a third time in slow, calculated fashion. Then fingers pinched the elastic waistband of her panties and she held her breath as they were peeled down her thighs, cringing at the thought that each of the three present could now see her naked rear, and her shaved sex peeping from between her thighs.
‘Two more on your bare bottom, young lady, and then we will proceed,’ the domineering woman informed her, breaking the heavy silence in the sultry room. ‘A little pain always helps concentrate the mind and enhance the pleasure, I find. Pain focuses the senses and helps one appreciate the joys of gratification.’
The woman straightened up again, having peeled the skimpy white underwear down to the girl’s knees, raised her hand, and then it swept down and impacted with a loud slap against Hayley’s naked, exposed bottom, making her rock forward once again. Twice more the hand slapped against the reddening buttocks, the last collision of flesh against flesh extricating a brief sob from the tensed, kneeling girl.
There was a long pause, when only Hayley’s ragged breathing disturbed the heavy atmosphere, and then Belinda spoke again. ‘Roll over onto your back, young lady.’ Hands rested on the girl’s shoulders and gently pulled. ‘Come on,’ the woman urged again, ‘do as I say. Turn over and lie on your back.’
Meekly Hayley obeyed, wincing when her spanked bottom came into contact with the bedcovers, closing her eyes against the shame of seeing the three onlookers witnessing her humiliating spanking.
‘Amy, get on the bed with your knees on either side of Hayley’s head,’ the woman instructed. ‘Like I did last night, but this time I want you to face her feet.’
‘But, ma’am...’ the girl mumbled.
‘Just do it, girl,’ Belinda insisted firmly, clearly in no mood to be argued with. Spanking Hayley certainly hadn’t seemed to have lightened her demeanour.
Hayley knew she was going to be ordered to lick the girl’s sex as Amy clambered onto the bed and placed her knees against her shoulders. Leaning forward with her hands positioned on the bed on each side of Hayley’s hips, she offered no more futile protests as Belinda, as she liked to do, folded her skirt onto her hips and left her buttocks naked. Hayley gazed up at her sex lips, her early juices of arousal – probably induced by watching Hayley’s spanking – coating them and the tops of her inner thighs, and wondered if she was to be spanked too. She sensed this was only the beginning of what was to be a long encounter of decadent indulgences. Belinda needed no reason or excuse to administer her sadistic punishments, Hayley had learnt that much very soon after arriving at Hadleigh Manor, and she clearly needed no excuse to indulge in her sexual preferences either.
And then Hayley’s ponderings were interrupted as she heard Belinda directing Michael to kneel on the bed behind Amy. What did she have in mind for him to do?
The mattress sank as the man’s weight was added to it, his knees planted firmly just behind and inside Amy’s, and Hayley watched in stunned amazement as his erect penis bobbed and pulsed just above her spellbound face, the bulbous purple globe docked between the pink lips of Amy’s sex, and then slowly disappeared from view, the kneeling girl groaning in unison with the penetration, her face instinctively sinking between Hayley’s thighs and her tongue instantly locating her clitoris. Never before had she witnessed such an explicit thing, let alone at such close quarters, and even the clever tongue stoking her arousal couldn’t distract her attention from what she was watching mere inches from her face. The man’s penis was large and stout, stretching Amy’s lips tight around its gnarled length as he gripped her hips and started to plough it back and forth.
With her shocked eyes wide Hayley couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Why did Belinda do something so gratuitous as to have Amy kneel over her face while Michael fucked her? It was a blatant attempt to humiliate and shock.
‘It’ll be your turn next,’ Belinda purred as Michael impaled the girl fully on his rigid organ. She knew Hayley was a virgin, and she was intentionally goading her. Would she really give her husband permission to deflower her? Despite Hayley’s apprehensions, the prospect knotted her insides with tense, breathless excitement.
Watching the man’s glistening cock repeatedly emerging from Amy’s body and then sinking back into her, Hayley let out a rush of breath as she felt the girl’s tongue mirror his movements and delve as deep as it could into her own sex channel. Hayley had never even dreamt that anyone could or would indulge in such a threesome, let alone thought that she would one day be involved in such debauchery. This was decadence in the extreme, she thought as she felt her clitoris swell beneath Amy’s darting tongue. The squelching of the girl’s juices filled the room as Michael intensified his grip on her hips and increased his rutting rhythm, and Hayley felt her own juices of arousal anointing Amy’s constantly moving face and lips and tongue.
‘Oh yeah, you’re a lovely tight fuck,’ Michael grunted, his swinging balls brushing Hayley’s forehead as he screwed the kneeling girl with increasing vigour. The crude coupling was occurring mere inches above Hayley’s wide, spellbound eyes, and she couldn’t believe that she was a part of such an immoral tryst.
But the intensity of her arousal was undeniable as she began to tremble uncontrollably in the beginnings of an orgasm. However wicked the threesome, Hayley was secretly savouring every lewd second of it.
‘I’m coming,’ Michael growled through clenched teeth, repeatedly stabbing with his hips and burying his slick erection deep into Amy’s cunt. Then he shuddered for a few seconds and Hayley watched incredulous as his sperm oozed from the girl’s stretched vaginal opening. The creamy liquid clung to her labia, a little dripping onto Hayley’s flushed face as her orgasm also erupted beneath Amy’s wily tongue. Would Michael fuck Hayley once he’d recovered from fucking Amy? Is that what Hayley wanted? With her emotions tumbling in all directions she didn’t know what she wanted.
‘Very good,’ Belinda cooed, stroking her husband’s bottom affectionately.
Slowing his movements to a stop, his hanging balls drained, Michael breathed heavily in the aftermath of his ejaculation. Hayley looked up at his glistening cock as it withdrew from Amy’s clutching cunt, and lay passively in the softness of the bedcovers as Amy sucked the last ripples of pleasure from her clitoris.
What on earth, she wondered, did Belinda have in store for her next?
As Amy followed Belinda’s continuing orders and followed Michael off the bed, Hayley turned her head and gazed up at the woman. She was now completely naked, the hairless lips of her pussy inviting between her thighs, her erect nipples standing proud from her breasts, and Hayley couldn’t deny to herself that she had a beautiful body.
‘You’re a virgin, aren’t you,’ she stated rather than asked.
‘Yes, ma’am,’ Hayley admitted sheepishly, ‘I am.’
‘When I accused you of trying to seduce my husband, what were your thoughts?’
‘I didn’t like being accused of something I hadn’t done,’ Hayley replied, wondering what she was getting at.
‘But what sexual thoughts did you have?’ she pressed. ‘Did you picture my husband screwing you?’
‘No, I didn’t,’ Hayley answered.
‘Be honest, young lady,’ the woman persisted. ‘Did you imaging his erect cock fucking your tight pussy and breaking you in?’
‘Well, I... perhaps,’ Hayley finally confessed, ‘just for a second, maybe.’
‘You imagined him fucking you?’
Hayley blushed in her embarrassment and lowered her eyes, nodding almost imperceptibly.
The woman’s knowing smile broadened. ‘You did imagine him fucking you,’ she said triumphantly, and again it was a statement rather than a question.
Hayley nodded again, her eyes lifting tentatively to the woman.
‘You’ve done well, my dear,’ Belinda complimented. ‘Since you arrived here at Hadleigh Manor you’ve noticeably gained in confidence. You’ve learned a lot, and you’ve also discovered your sexuality. You’ve even been masturbating regularly, haven’t you?’
‘How do you know about that?’ Hayley asked, blushing furiously.
‘We have our ways,’ Belinda said, smiling smugly at the lovely girl.
‘You spied on me?’
‘We’ve watched you, Hayley, that’s all I’ll say about it. Now, where were we? Oh yes, you’ve gained experience since you came here and matured as a female. But there’s something you haven’t experienced yet, and that’s sexual intercourse with a man. So, my next question is: do you want to complete your training by experiencing sexual intercourse with my husband?’
Staring at the woman, Hayley anxiously nibbled her lower lip. Was she being given a choice? No matter what her answer, she was sure that Michael was going to claim her virginity. Belinda was right, she had to admit to herself; she had gained sexual experience since she’d arrived at Hadleigh Manor, and she did feel more confident for that, but she’d still never had sex with a man. She’d never even touched a penis, she reflected, let alone been fucked by one. Is that what she wanted? Her time and experiences at Hadleigh Manor had confused her. She didn’t know what she wanted any more.
‘Look,’ Belinda purred, ‘Amy’s very kindly getting him ready for you...’
Hayley turned her head and gasped with shock and awe at the sight of the other girl kneeling on the floor and sucking the man’s reawakening cock into her mouth, slurping audibly as she worked on preparing him for Hayley’s defloration. It was an incredibly erotic vision, and she couldn’t help her insides shuddering with apprehension as she imagined the sturdy girth of the veined shaft invading the tight embrace of her vagina. She couldn’t take it, she was sure as she focused on the stout root, which sank deeper into Amy’s mouth and stretched her lips as Hayley watched.
‘Suck it,’ Michael ordered the girl kneeling submissively between his feet, although he was watching Hayley with a hungry glint in his eye. ‘Suck it and get me ready for Hayley,’ he ordered Amy, entwining his fingers in her hair and moving her head back and forth just a little; not enough to take him too far, but enough to get him fully erect.
When he was prepared he pulled back and his cock plopped audibly from Amy’s mouth, spearing upward from his hairy groin and pulsing visibly.
The moment to lose her virginity had come, Hayley knew and accepted, and she lay passively as Michael moved onto the bed and knelt astride her breasts. She glanced at Belinda for some assurance – any assurance – and received it in the form of an inscrutable smile.
Michael’s erection bobbed above her face, inches from her partly opened mouth. Aware of Belinda watching her she wrapped her small fist around its throbbing girth and peeled his fleshy foreskin back, fully exposing the purple globe of his knob, and wondered what his wife was thinking. A quick glance in her direction told Hayley that she was extremely pleased with the way things were going so far.
Hayley managed to move her other arm so she could cup and gently squeeze his heavy balls in the palm of her hand, and pulled his swollen plum into her mouth, experimentally lodging it just inside her stretched lips and sucking, albeit somewhat gingerly. The salty taste of his glans sent her senses spinning, but she instinctively began to masturbate his shaft and breathed through her nose. Delighting in the feel of his silky-smooth helmet resting on her fluttering tongue, Hayley instinctively moved her head back and forth, up and down, growing braver and repeatedly taking his glans to the back of her throat, her succulent lips rolling along his veined shaft, her other hand kneading his full balls.
‘How is she doing?’ Belinda asked her husband, her sultry tone doing nothing to disturb the erotically charge mood in the bedroom.
‘Very well,’ he breathed, his chest expanding as he inhaled deeply and let the pleasures of Hayley’s inexperienced mouth wash over him. ‘She’s doing very well indeed, believe me.’
‘If you allow one drop of his seed to go to waste, I’ll spank you again,’ Belinda warned, kneeling by Hayley’s side for a better view of her performance. ‘You’re doing very well so far, but waste just one drop, young lady, and I’ll give you a spanking you’ll never forget.’
Hayley had grown to enjoy the sensations of both pain and pleasure, so the threat did nothing to alarm her, and beyond that, she now wanted him to come in her mouth anyway and had no intention of spilling any of his offering.
‘I’m coming,’ Michael growled, his trembling body towering above Hayley as he clutched her head and rocked his hips. Then with his throbbing cock pumping her mouth full of sperm, Hayley repeatedly swallowed as she drank from his male fountainhead. She’d done it, she thought happily. At long last she’d sucked a man’s cock into her mouth and allowed him to pump his sperm into her throat.
Swallowing desperately as her mouth flooded with male seed she was aware of Belinda scrutinising her oral performance, watching for any neglectful wastage. But Hayley wasn’t going to waste one drop of the precious liquid, and taking his bloated glans to the back of her throat she sealed her lips around his twitching shaft and repeatedly drank.
‘You did very well,’ the woman praised Hayley as her husband’s testicles emptied and his penis began to wilt.
‘She is very good,’ he gasped, releasing Hayley’s head and withdrawing. ‘For a first-timer she’s a really good little cock-sucker.’
‘Thank you,’ Hayley sighed, licking her glossed lips.
Hayley lay on her back and allowed her wrists to be tied above her head to the bedstead with silk scarves. Then her feet were pulled apart and her ankles similarly bound to the foot of the bed. With her sex exposed and available, she knew for certain that she was about to lose her virginity.
‘Are you ready, Hayley?’ Belinda asked, standing authoritatively beside the bed.
‘I think so,’ Hayley murmured in response, her naked body quivering as the woman ran a fingertip up and down against her wet sex lips.
‘There are only two more experiences to go,’ the woman told her. ‘Two more experiences to enjoy before you’re fully broken in.’
‘Two more?’ Hayley echoed, lifting her head and gazing at Belinda.
‘You’re to lose your virginity, young lady,’ Belinda confirmed what Hayley already knew. ‘You have performed cunnilingus on me, you have performed fellatio on my husband, and you’ll now perform intercourse with him.’
‘But you said two more experiences?’ Hayley asked warily, frowning at her mistress.
‘Yes, that’s right,’ Belinda agreed blithely. ‘First he will claim the virginity of your cunt, and then he will claim the virginity of your bottom.’
‘Oh no, I... I...’ Hayley stammered. ‘I don’t think...’
‘Be quiet, girl,’ Belinda snapped impatiently, her mood swinging from seductive to stern in an instant. ‘You’re to have your virginity stripped from you, both vaginally and anally.’
With her eyes wide as Michael climbed onto the bed and manoeuvred himself until he was kneeling between her parted legs, his erect penis in his fist, Hayley couldn’t believe that she was expected to accommodate such a large thing in both her previously uncharted vagina and rectum. Belinda was trying to frighten her, she was sure as she gazed at the man’s bloated erection. Then he placed his right hand flat on the bedcovers beside her shoulder and used his left hand to position the glans of his cock against the pink wings of her sex lips, pressing against the tight entrance, and then began to prod his hips slowly forward. Hayley could feel herself stretching as he nudged his smooth globe just inside her virgin pussy. This was it, she thought anxiously, holding her breath.
‘He’s going to fuck you now,’ Belinda purred, sitting casually on the edge of the bed beside them as though she was settling down to watch an episode of her favourite soap. She idly stroked Hayley’s nearest arm, causing the girl to quiver deliciously. ‘As I promised, you’re now going to be fucked, young lady. Are you looking forward to it?’
‘Yes,’ Hayley murmured, aware of Amy watching from beside the dressing table, ‘I think I am.’
‘You’ll be stretched open and your cherry will be plucked by my husband’s gorgeous cock,’ Belinda told her, somewhat unnecessarily. ‘And then, when he’s too excited to control himself any longer, you’ll feel his sperm flooding your pussy. Are you ready for such heavenly bliss?’
‘Y-yes, ma’am,’ Hayley whispered uncertainly, ‘I think so. But please, can I just ask you something first...?’ It seemed silly in the circumstances, but there were a couple of things nagging her thoughts, and she needed answers to reassure her.
Belinda laughed lightly, the sound a sensuous tinkle. ‘Of course you may, my dear. What would you like to know?’
‘The other day I... I saw a man masturbating in the bushes,’ Hayley said, noticing both Belinda and Michael looked amused by this announcement.
‘And did you enjoy watching him?’ Belinda asked casually.
‘No, I... I felt very uneasy about it,’ Hayley told them. ‘It was a lewd thing to do right in front of me.’
‘And how would you feel if it happened again now?’ Belinda quizzed. ‘Would it still make you feel uneasy?’
Hayley took a deep breath and pondered the question for a moment. ‘Um, no, I don’t think it would, not quite so much,’ she eventually admitted.
‘Good, because that was part of your conditioning, Hayley,’ the woman disclosed, ‘and we’re delighted it has proved so successful.’
‘You mean... you know who it was?’ Hayley asked, though the woman was only confirming what she’d been suspecting for a while. ‘You arranged it and set me up?’
‘Your training started from the day you arrived here at Hadleigh Manor,’ Michael said, his voice a little strained with his desire to fuck the bound beauty.
‘So who was it?’ Hayley asked.
‘It was me,’ Michael confessed. ‘I was the so-called weirdo in the woods.’
‘And who was Mrs Stevenson?’ Hayley delved further, the pieces all beginning to slot neatly into place.
‘Mrs Stevenson is my mother,’ Belinda told her, the girl relieved to know it was nothing more sinister than that. ‘For her own welfare we had to have her put in a nursing home, but we didn’t want everyone around here knowing our business or knowing she was incapable of looking after herself any longer.
‘And we didn’t want small-minded locals thinking we’d thrown Belinda’s mother out of her own house so we could move in,’ Michael added.
Hayley looked up at him, crouching over her bound, supine form. ‘So you’re not a record producer at all, are you?’ she said. ‘What do you do here?’
‘Nothing apart from indulge in our fantasies and enjoy the company of beautiful girls like you and Amy,’ he said with a satisfied twinkle in his eye.
Hayley was about to ask one more question about the identity of the youth in the woods when Belinda placed a finger over her lips to silence her.
‘Shhh...’ she gently hushed the girl. ‘That’s enough questions for now,’ she purred.
Hayley knew the time had come to lose her virginity and closed her eyes, trying not to picture his rigid cock entering the tight sheath of her rectum. He wouldn’t do that, she was sure as he stabbed with his hips and sank gradually deeper into her tethered body, her vagina stretching to accommodate him as his helmet penetrated deeper and deeper. Her sex lips stretched tautly around his veined shaft, her erect clitoris being stimulated by the invading column of flesh, and she let out a rush of breath as with a last abrupt lunge he filled her completely and drove his cock fully home.
He paused and held himself still, his jaw clenched in concentration, and then as he eased his hips back and withdrew, his bulbous glans hugged by Hayley’s soaking channel, she again held her breath and savoured the delicious feel of his invasion. Suddenly driving into her again, her lower stomach rising as his piston rammed into the tight cylinder of her vagina, he let out a staccato grunt of pleasure. Then commenting that she was hot and very tight, he found his rhythm and began to slowly fuck her.
Hayley exhaled with every thrust of his erection. She wanted to embrace him as they shared such an intimate moment – and a monumental moment for her – but her tethered limbs made that impossible. With her bound body shaking uncontrollably, the sensitive tip of her tender clitoris massaged by his slick shaft, she rolled her head from side to side as she drifted up to her sexual heaven.
She’d often imagined this, her first experience of sexual intercourse, but she’d never dreamt of the immense pleasure it would deliver. With her vaginal juices squelching, her body rocking in time with his thrusting cock as she lay sandwiched between the man and the mattress, she closed her eyes and let go completely. She’d done it, she mused in her sexual ecstasy. Her virginity was gone forever.
‘Ooohhhh,’ she sighed, the feel of his potent balls lolling rhythmically against the cheeks of her buttocks adding to her immense pleasure. She was going to climax, and she sensed that Michael was about to climax too. For the first time in her life a man was about to ejaculate deep inside her.
‘How do you like it?’ Belinda asked, squeezing her hand between their two bodies to massage Hayley’s clitoris, adding to the stimulation caused by the action of his rigid cock. ‘Tell me what you can feel.’
‘His... his cock,’ Hayley gasped, ‘I can feel his cock filling and stretching me. It feels nice. It feels really nice...’
‘Can you feel your pussy lips dragging back and forth against it?’ the woman pressed.
‘Yes,’ Hayley whispered, her back arching as she desperately tried to suck more of the delicious erection into her, ‘yes I can. I can feel him fucking me, in and out... in and out...’
‘And now you’ll take my spunk too,’ Michael grunted, the crudity of his words only adding to her excitement. ‘I’m going to come now.’
‘Can you feel it, Hayley?’ Belinda breathed excitedly. ‘Can you feel his sperm flooding your sweet pussy?’
‘Yes...’ Hayley groaned. ‘He’s filling me with his sperm... and I’m coming too...! Oh, I’m coming too!’
With her clitoris exploding in a mind-numbing orgasm beneath Belinda’s vibrating fingertips, her inner muscles gripping Michael’s pistoning cock, Hayley shuddered beneath the bulk of the man in her bondage as she rolled her head deliriously from side to side and the breath shuddered from her lungs, her intense pleasure shaking her very soul.
Again and again shockwaves of pure sexual bliss rocked her tethered body as Belinda continued to massage her pulsating clitoris and Michael filled her with his seed, and she sobbed as her orgasm peaked. Never had she known such immense ecstasy, never had she dreamed it possible to experience such emotional and physical stimulation.
‘How do you feel now?’ Belinda asked, pulling her hand back from between the sweating bodies of her husband and Hayley, whose pleasure was just beginning to recede.
‘I... I’m not sure,’ the girl gasped truthfully, her mind and body shaken in the aftermath of her first fuck. ‘I feel... I feel...’
‘That was very nice,’ Michael grunted. ‘That was very nice indeed. She’s a natural.’
‘Did you hear that, my dear?’ Belinda chuckled, brushing Hayley’s damp blonde hair away from her sweating brow. ‘My beloved husband says you’re a natural.’
Hayley couldn’t stop smiling as Belinda released her and helped her sit up on the bed. There was so much more to experience, she knew as Amy was ordered to lie on her front beside her, and eyeing her rounded buttocks as she was tied with the silk scarves, she wondered if the girl was in for another thrashing.
‘Are you ready?’ Belinda asked her husband, whose cock was still erect and gripped again in his fist, Hayley amazed by his virility, stamina, and powers of recovery. And she watched avidly as he shuffled between the prone girl’s parted legs, gripped the firm globes of her pert bottom in both hands, and eased them apart. He was going to bugger the girl, that much was evident to Hayley as she focused on the tightly closed ring of her anus.
‘Your turn will come,’ Belinda promised, affectionately cupping Hayley’s flushed face. ‘You still have a lot to learn; this is only the beginning of your new life. Now you’re one of us, your turn will come for my husband to fuck your wickedly gorgeous bottom.’
‘Yes, I’m sure it will, ma’am,’ Hayley replied. ‘I’m sure it will.’