All the watching women were flushed and breathing almost as heavily as Flora. Even Deborah, who knew very well that Flora disliked her, felt pity for the other woman. She’d been so close to what they could clearly see would have been a shattering climax only to have it snatched away from her in the closing seconds. Now her hands were being tied behind her back again, her briefs were put back on and she was once more simply one of the crowd.
Beneath her kaftan, Elizabeth’s nipples were standing out painfully hard, the rings brushing constantly against the material. She was shivering with excitement and need and felt as though she could climax simply by thinking about what she’d witnessed as long as the kaftan continued to caress her.
Pavin’s eyes swept over the women and he saw how the scene had affected Elizabeth. ‘I think we should all get some air now,’ he said casually. ‘It’s a lovely sunny day, I don’t think Lizzie needs that long gown on while we’re out there. I’m sure she’d rather feel the warmth on her flesh.’
Brian, guessing what must be happening to his wife, carefully removed the kaftan, making sure it didn’t stimulate her further as it was taken off. ‘We must try that some time,’ he whispered in her ear and she swallowed hard against the knot of desire in her throat.
Up on the balustrade of the castle it was like a suntrap and Deborah was grateful for the change of atmosphere. She’d found the scene with Flora so incredible that she couldn’t get it out of her mind and it had left her own body longing for some kind of exotic stimulation too.
As they wandered along the balustrade, Richard came up to Deborah and quite unexpectedly tugged hard on the back of the chains between her legs. They split her outer sex lips neatly in half and were immediately pressing on the soft tissue beneath and she felt her clitoris begin to swell as part of the chain pressed against the covering hood.
Richard tugged again, and this time sparks of pleasure shot up through her pubic mound and the clitoris engorged further, revelling in the pressure of the chain. Still standing behind her, Richard moved his hands to the front of the increasingly tight rubber suit and pressed them firmly across her waist and stomach so that she could feel herself expanding with the resulting increase in pressure on every part of her that was encased within the garment.
Deborah’s breasts had never felt so full nor longed so much for some kind of touch. She heard herself whimper with frustration when Richard moved away and Celia looked at her with a sympathetic smile. ‘Gets pretty stressful, doesn’t it? Still, no one can say we get left out of things while our men have fun! I often think these holidays are better for us than for them.’
‘I need more,’ Deborah said through clenched teeth. ‘This suit just keeps on and on arousing me but it isn’t enough to make me come.’
‘Of course it isn’t. Pavin’s very good at choosing clothes for days like this. Don’t worry, it will be worth it in the end. Actually I think it’s fantastic to be permanently aroused. Think of all those women wishing their husbands would give them more foreplay at night!’
‘There must be a middle path,’ moaned Deborah.
Brian came over to the two women. ‘Can I help, ladies?’
Celia knew he was possibly enjoying this day more than anyone; it appealed to the sadistic streak in him, and she had no intention of giving him more pleasure. ‘I doubt it,’ she said coolly.
‘Pavin wants us all to play ball,’ Brian announced as he turned away. ‘Form a ring, girls, and we’ll tell you all about it.’
Paul Woolcott waited until the young women were in a circle and then produced a large latex ball, white in colour, but in shape rather like a child’s space hopper. He threw it up and down in the air a few times so that they could all see the size and width of it.
‘Right, everyone, I’m sure you’ve seen things like this before. They’re usually used for children, but this time they’re for your delights. The idea is that you take it in turns to have a ride. You sit astride it, grip it between your thighs and then bounce around the inside of the circle until one of the men calls a halt. Then it’s the next person’s turn. There’s one other thing I should mention. Each of you will be given one of these.’
He then held out his right hand and between his finger and thumb there was a seven-inch latex tube, shaped exactly like a penis with an imitation glans on the end. At the base of this extension was a small pad, clearly designed to sit against the clitoris and add further stimulation during the ride.
‘I think Celia should try it first,’ continued Paul, reaching for the small Welsh girl. He easily located the concealed zip of her red bodysuit, and with a swift motion unfastened it right down to her crotch and then bent his knees and continued to release it until it was fully unfastened.
Celia’s small breasts showed through the parting and as she spread her legs to sit astride the inflated ball, she took the imitation penis from Paul’s outstretched hand, fastened it to the screw valve on the top and then gently lowered herself onto its head. Everyone watched in total silence as the full, curved length of it slid inside her and Celia’s breasts thrust through the opening of her bodysuit while she adjusted her position.
Pavin crouched down to check on her. ‘Not quite, Celia, but a nice try! I don’t think that little stimulator at the base is quite in line with your centre of pleasure, do you?’ He lifted her hips a fraction and tilted her forward more, and this time when she was sitting on the ball it was clear from her expression that the pad was definitely in place.
Brian sighed with appreciation and Paul told Celia to start on her ‘ride of pleasure’.
All the other women watched to see how quickly the movement of the imitation phallus in her, combined with the pressure against her entire vulva caused by the fight grip of her thighs on the ball and the soft, insidious caress of the pad would affect her. It didn’t take long.
For Celia it was something totally new, and at first she thought that although agreeable enough it wasn’t particularly mind-blowing. However, before she had bounced halfway round the circle she was beginning to feel a deep throbbing inside her vagina and as her thighs were forced to grip tighter in order to keep her balance all the nerve endings contained along her soft, inner sex lips were aroused too and she longed to run her hands over her bouncing breasts but they were still bound behind her and she couldn’t. Even so, the movement itself was exciting and soon her head was back, her eyes closed and she was lost in the sensations.
Martin watched his wife closely. As her husband he was expected to be able to judge better than anyone else when she was about to climax and he had to stop the ride just before that glorious second of release. He waited and waited, thrilled as they all were by the sight of her with parted lips and swollen swinging breasts bouncing away in front of them.
Then he noticed a coiling of her abdominal flesh, saw her naval draw inwards as the first tightenings of her climax began and he knew that she was very close. Celia knew it too, and she was determined to get there. Her body was revelling in the sensations, her clitoris had never felt so huge or so sensitive and she just knew that it was going to be one of the biggest orgasms she’d ever had.
Her feet suddenly stiffened and her back curved inwards, and at that very moment, just as the shooting darts of pre-climactic pleasure lanced through her, Pavin lifted her off the ball.
For the first time ever in such a game, Celia wailed in frustration. She twisted and turned in the large man’s grip, certain that somehow she could still manage to finish off what the ride had begun, attempting to rub her aching, throbbing breasts against his heavy plaid shirt, but Pavin kept her suspended in the air well away from his body and they all watched her twisting and crying in the summer air as those wonderful feelings ebbed away to nothing.
Once she was still, Celia was put back on her feet and silently took her place in the circle again. She couldn’t bear to think about what had happened, about how close she’d come, and nor did she want to look any of the other women in the eye. Let them find out f
or themselves what it was like.
In fact, it didn’t affect all the women the same way. For Elizabeth it was pleasant enough, but she was never in danger of an orgasm, the arousal was too gentle. Flora, still exhausted by Pavin’s attentions earlier, managed quite a long ride before there was any suggestion of a climax and she wasn’t as distraught as Celia when she was stopped, while Tansy found it all a great game and controlled her arousal level herself by the clever use of thigh pressure.
Finally it was Deborah’s turn. She fastened on her own personal probe and waited while Paul released her chains. Then, already very damp after watching Celia’s painful frustration, she bent her knees and heard a collective intake of breath from the men at the sight of her pushed out sex lips parting over the head of the probe.
Because she was both nervous and aroused, Deborah’s knees couldn’t support her very well and she almost collapsed onto the ball, so that the probe thrust hard into her vagina, filling the entire length of it and her clitoris, which had throbbed intermittently for most of the morning, shrank away from the sudden violent stimulation of the pad at the base.
‘Start riding, Debs,’ said Pavin with a hint of amusement in his voice. ‘It’s lunch after you’ve finished and we’re all starving.’
She wished that her rubber suit wasn’t so tight. It meant that as she bounced around the flagstones her breasts rubbed hard against the material and since they couldn’t protrude they were flattened. This meant the whole area was continuously stimulated.
There was such a need in her now for sexual release that she could hardly bear to keep bouncing. Like Celia, this particular type of penetration and stimulation suited her and within a few minutes her whole body was tingling while she longed to stop bouncing and instead to simply wriggle around on the gadget so that all her screaming tissue could be stimulated beyond the point of no return.
Her breathing was so harsh it was audible to them all, and even through the rubber suit they could see her hard nipples trying to protrude. Pavin watched her closely and when a gentle rosy flush started to spread over her neck and in the V of her exposed chest he called for her to stop.
Like Celia it was too much for Deborah and when Paul lifted her off the ball she too gave a cry of anguish. ‘I wanted to come!’ she shouted furiously at Pavin but he turned away as though it was of no interest to him.
Paul could feel how close to the edge she still was and he made Brian assist in holding her totally immobile for a good five minutes until every sexual spark that had been alight in her body had finally dampened down. Only then was she released and allowed to join the others for lunch.
Because the dining room became cooler as the day went on, all of the women except for Elizabeth had cotton wraps put over their outfits before lunch, and this time their hands were freed while they ate, although they were never left unwatched.
Pavin sat on a dining chair opposite Deborah’s so that their knees touched and as she nibbled on a smoked salmon sandwich he lightly stroked one of her bare knees.
‘Enjoying yourself?’ he asked.
‘A few minutes ago I could happily have killed you, but it’s certainly an extraordinarily erotic day. Quite apart from feeling totally desperate for you all the time, I must admit it’s incredibly exciting to watch other women on the brink of an orgasm.’
He smiled at her. ‘So, you continue to surprise yourself, honey?’
‘I certainly do! Is it just you, the island, or was it in me all the time?’
‘In you all the time. Believe me, I wouldn’t have made a mistake. You can’t afford to bring a genuine shrinking violet here!’
‘But I’d never have known,’ said Deborah, watching out of the corner of her eye as Richard moved Elizabeth slowly up and down against his body while her dark eyes grew heavy.
‘I guess not.’
‘The only thing is …’ She hesitated.
‘Tell me,’ urged Pavin.
‘I’m beginning to wonder how far I’d be willing to go. It frightens me.’
‘Why should it frighten you? As long as what you do doesn’t cause unwanted suffering to anyone else, you can go as far as you like.’
‘But away from here, back in London, what will I do then?’
‘Perhaps you won’t go back to London. Maybe after your holiday you’ll choose a different sort of life,’ he said enigmatically. ‘I wouldn’t let it inhibit you, sweetheart. The more I see of you the more certain I am we’re two of a kind.’
At that moment Richard came up to Deborah and began talking about the morning and Pavin disappeared to chat with Tansy. Deborah had been waiting ever since they met to hear him say something like that, and now she wanted him to explain himself further. Did he mean they might stay together for a while? Might he take her back to the States with him even? And if asked, would she actually want to go? Suddenly she didn’t know, and she wondered if such prolonged abandonment to sensuality had dulled her brain.
After a forty-five-minute break for lunch, they all went down to the steam room. It was the first time Deborah had been there, and she was surprised at the size of it. Pavin had asked for it to be constructed along the lines of a Turkish steam room and so there were large stone slabs covered with towels down the centre while heavily-muscled young men wearing only the briefest of pants waited with various lotions and oils. This afternoon though they were, much to their disappointment, dismissed, with the exception of one particularly well-built lad who remained behind.
All the women went into the actual steam cubicle first and then came out to lie on one of the slabs, where they were massaged by their partners. Only then did they each receive the attention of the remaining attendant.
His touch was quite different from that of the men. As soon as Deborah felt his fingers moving along the sides of her spine, pressing deep down into her tissue she knew that this was a fresh experience. He kneaded away at the knots of frustration deep in her belly and breasts, firmly running his hands over her straining globes and letting them rub the oil deep into the areolae and nipples while small trickles ran into her armpits.
Some of the ache of frustration eased, but he aroused fresh sensations in her. She’d heard the other women sighing when he tended to them, and soon she knew why because he even massaged the tops of her inner thighs, and now and again his outspread fingers would accidentally brush against her pubic hair and her flesh would leap and pulsate only to be left alone as he again concentrated on the soft tissue of her limbs. Eventually she was placed back on her stomach, and now he was kneading her buttocks hard, pressing down on them so that her pelvis pressed against the hardness of the shelf and she wriggled.
‘Lie still!’ snapped Pavin unexpectedly. Deborah hadn’t even realised he was still there. Her buttocks were parted, oil was dripped into the gap and then the masseur’s finger was easing into her tight rectum, circling round and thrusting in, flicking against the walls, withdrawing and then beginning the whole cycle again until her legs started to twitch and her hips were unable to keep still.
‘Enough!’ said Pavin, and again it was Deborah’s turn to groan. She felt like hitting him, so great was her frustration, but before she could do anything she was being wrapped in a long sheet of muslin, her arms pinned to her sides beneath it and then a sticky mud-like substance was spread over the material and she was left lying on her back, her pores opening with the heat of the treatment and her body seeming to turn to liquid, so soothing and yet sensual was the whole experience.
All the women were left like that for half an hour, then the wrappings were taken off and the men led them to the far end of the room. Now Tansy and Celia tried to run because they knew what was coming, but they were pushed back again and suddenly jets of ice cold water sprayed down on them and their warm, contented flesh was shocked by the icy contrast. They all screamed aloud.
When the water stopped each woman was taken by a man and rubbed down vigorously with rough cotton mittens that both dried and stimulated the flesh. By th
e time it was all over every one of them was pink and glowing, their blood racing and their tissue firm.
Pavin smiled at them. ‘And now, I think, it’s time for your deprivation to end. We’ll pair off for this. Brian, you and Lizzie come with Deborah and me, the rest of you can sort yourselves out.’
Brian picked up Elizabeth, Pavin swept Deborah into his arms and the two women were carried out of the steam room, away from the rest of the group and up the stairs to Pavin’s bedroom, where Lizzie and Deborah were finally to be allowed to reach satisfaction.
Chapter Twelve
‘WE’LL TAKE THE ladies one at a time,’ said Pavin, kicking the bedroom door shut behind him. ‘Deborah, you won’t mind waiting a little longer will you, sweetheart? It should add to the final moment for you!’
Deborah did mind, but as he was sitting her on the top of a tall three-legged stool that had been placed there during the course of the day and her ankles were tied to the legs before she even realised what was happening, there wasn’t much she could do about it. Then he tied her hands behind her back again.
For a moment he stood in front of her, letting his eyes roam over her delicate, fair skin, then he drew a line tenderly round each of her breasts with one finger before turning back to the bed where Elizabeth was waiting.
‘Fasten her to the bedposts,’ Pavin said curtly. Brian used leather straps, rather than the silk scarves that had been used on Deborah the previous day. Again it was only Elizabeth’s hands that were fastened, leaving her legs free for the men to move as they wished.
‘Shall I take off the jewellery?’ suggested Brian.
‘No!’ protested Elizabeth, her eyes nervous.
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