Cassandra's Conflict (17 page)

At last her muscle spasm passed and the baron withdrew. Sobbing with gratitude, Clara turned and reached up for him. At once an expression of distaste crossed his face. He pushed her away and she fell on her back, thighs spread wide and large breasts flopping to the sides of her body.

'She's far too fat,' he said to Rupert dispassionately, 'but still one can't be too fussy about a virgin, I suppose.'

The men laughed, but Cassandra winced at the cruelty. The baron turned to look at her, and the passion in his gaze took her by surprise. 'Give her another orgasm,' he said harshly.

Cassandra stared at him. 'Me?'

'Yes, go down on her. Do what you did to Peter – Katya will help you find her clitoris if you have any trouble. Do it now. I want to watch.'

She remembered what he'd said to her downstairs and moved towards the bed. If this was what it took, then this was what she'd do, and despite the seepage of the baron's sperm that was still dribbling from Clara's entrance, Cassandra crouched between the trembling thighs and waited while the other woman straightened the now deflowered girl out for the new attention she was about to receive.

When Cassandra positioned herself on the bed the love balls moved heavily inside her, rolling forward towards the mouth of her vagina and emphasising the heavy ache that had already settled just above her pubic bone. It was an ache of need; she needed stimulation and release for herself yet she was having to administer it to a girl who was already exhausted and far from anxious for further attention. Nonetheless, this was what the baron wanted and Cassandra tried to forget her own body's yearnings as she set about her task.

Clara, nerve endings still raw and body finally sated, had objected vigorously to what was going on and Rupert and Katya finally had to retie her wrists and ankles in order to keep her correctly positioned. Tentatively, Cassandra ran her fingers down the creases inside the tops of the thighs, pressing the closed outer lips more firmly together but at the same time stimulating the entire area. Clara groaned, but this time in despair, and tried to pull her legs together but the rings held firm. With the back of her hand, Cassandra brushed against the soft pubic hair, still damp from the baron's sperm and she then reversed the movement so that with palm uppermost her hand travelled back up to the pubic bone with the middle finger gently forcing its way between the lips so that it felt the sticky heat beneath.

Clara's arched abdomen jerked. 'Turn your knees out,' Françoise instructed, and much to Cassandra's surprise Clara obeyed. This had the effect of rounding her belly yet further while at the same time forcing the reluctant outer sex lips to open. The young girl was obviously in physical discomfort with her ankles fastened and her knees twisted out but it had the desired result of leaving Cassandra with an easy target.

Katya, who was shivering with excitement because she knew very well that all Clara would be wanting at the moment was sleep, went to the side of the girl and carefully held the thick outer lips apart as Cassandra's tongue finally began to explore the damp channels and thin inner lips of the fettered girl.

She was well aware of her audience; she knew that the baron was watching her closely from the shadows and that both Rupert and his wife were watching too, but above all she understood that Katya was watching her, hoping to see some signs of rebellion or, better still, revulsion from Cassandra. This was something that Cassandra was determined wouldn't happen, and she was surprised to find that in fact there was pleasure to be had from sliding her tongue over the light pink sensitive tissue beneath her. She discovered that every time Clara groaned or tried to jerk away, her heart would beat loudly in her ears and without conscious thought her hands began to roam upwards over the distended stomach, kneading and pressing firmly against the tenseness that she found there as she blissfully tormented the flesh that was stretched like a drumskin over the plump adolescent body.

Clara's body was slow to be rearoused. She'd been stimulated and kept on the edge of satisfaction for so many days that the final, racking release had utterly exhausted her, but Cassandra persevered and slowly the girl's senses were forced to respond. At one point Cassandra remembered her lesson with Peter and moved up the supine body to let her long hair tease across the breasts and down the sensitive sides of the stomach and hips. At this point Clara actually pleaded with her to stop, begging her not to make her come again, but Cassandra didn't listen, knowing that when the pleasure did come it would be great.

For a long time she licked, nibbled, fingered and body-brushed the girl with her hair until the moment when the reluctant little hub of pleasure began to swell again and the hood of the clitoris slid back, giving Cassandra access to the source of Clara's ultimate satisfaction.

Even then she waited, remembering what she'd seen when the baron was working on the girl, and she swirled her tongue around the area without touching the clitoris itself. Clara's nipples stiffened until they looked like hard pebbles and her breasts swelled, giving the appearance of balls of white marble, yet still Clara pleaded with Cassandra to leave her alone.

Finally, Cassandra knew that the moment was near and she moved her head so that she could flick the tip of her tongue directly against the exposed red bud, but Clara sensed the movement and her fear of experiencing another racking spasm of pleasure was so great that the hood of the clitoris began to protect the delicate organ again. Luckily, Katya was quick and with two tiny fingers manipulated the skin above the bud itself, pulling back the hood and keeping hold of the skin so that Clara was refused any protection from the invasion of Cassandra's tongue.

With unintentional cruelty, Cassandra hesitated for a second and Clara began to sob as she continued her attempts to pull away. Françoise, fascinated by Cassandra's unexpected skill at the game, slapped the girl's abdomen hard and almost precipitated the pleasure by mistake, but then she pinched one of the distended nipples sharply between her long fingernails and this time the pain silenced the wretched girl.

Katya looked at Cassandra, knowing that the hesitation had really come from within herself and not from any desire to prolong Clara's torture, but although she longed for Cassandra to fail she had no hope because Cassandra's own desperate lust and physical need were now so great that nothing would have stopped her from completing her task.

As Clara's whimpers began again, Cassandra finally let her tongue flick directly onto the swollen red button. Clara gave a yelp of shock, pain and pleasure as the frayed nerves were restimulated. Immediately Cassandra flicked again, and then again but this time swirling the tongue round the stem beneath the clitoris and because her bonds stopped her body from arching and swelling as much as it needed to, this second orgasm seemed to last even longer than Clara's first and everyone in the room watched in silent excited fascination as the girl screamed while her muscles rippled and contracted against her bonds and her head thrashed from side to side as her cries echoed endlessly round the room.

It was too much for Rupert, who suddenly pushed Cassandra out of the way, unzipped his flies and threw himself on the heaving girl, forcing his way into her without any warning so that he could feel her internal contractions for himself.

His intrusion almost sent Clara out of her mind because he moved his body firmly up and down hers with his legs flat and every movement reactivated the clitoris so that a third climax overtook her before the second had fully died away. This time there was more pain than pleasure and red lights flashed behind her eyes as tears streamed down her face at the realisation that her body would keep responding for as long as these diabolically knowledgeable people wanted to play with her.

Fortunately for Clara, her tightness and the strength of her orgasm quickly brought Rupert to ejaculation and within a few minutes he had slumped on top of her, his weight adding further to the discomfort of her uplifted abdomen. When Rupert withdrew and stepped back from the bed, Clara closed her eyes against the onlookers but her tear-stained cheeks and exhausted body were so exciting to Katya that she couldn't resist staying beside the bed for a few more minutes, pinching and nipping at the large, excruciatingly tender nipples and her breathing grew more and more ragged as the nipples reluctantly hardened despite their increasing redness.

'Leave her,' the baron said suddenly. 'It's enough. She was my present, not yours.'

Katya's eyes glittered as she looked at her lover. 'What shall we do now?' she asked eagerly.

He shrugged, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes too and Katya felt sure that he had something wonderful in store for her. The boyish enthusiasm that often heralded some of his most outrageous suggestions was back on his face and she found she could hardly breathe for excitement.

'You like to be hurt best of all, don't you, my darling?' he said softly. There was no point in lying to him and she nodded hungrily. 'Then I shall have to hurt you in the best or, perhaps I should say, the worst way possible, yes?' Katya nodded, while everyone else in the room waited silently. 'Very well; you may now go to bed on your own. No one is to visit you and we will all meet again at breakfast. Lucy, attend to Clara and see that she has an undisturbed night's sleep.'

Katya's eyes had narrowed into mere slits and she looked as though she would have liked to strike the baron. 'You can't do that to me!' she hissed furiously. 'I need you. I need ...'

'By depriving you of what you need I'm inflicting the ultimate pain. That surely is what you want? We all heard you say how much you enjoy being hurt, so go to bed and enjoy!'

Cassandra was standing on the opposite side of the room from Katya, and she could see how the other woman was trembling with suppressed fury, but even she was surprised when Katya suddenly launched herself at her lover, fingernails outstretched as she went for his face. Both Rupert and Françoise gave exclamations of surprise, but the baron merely caught hold of her wrists and pushed her away, hard enough to make her fall to the floor but not hard enough to really hurt her. 'Control yourself, Katya. You are boring me.'

The words were the ultimate disgrace, and Katya knew it. Without another word she got up and walked out of the room, not even glancing at the rest of the group. Abruptly the baron turned and walked across to Cassandra. 'Come with me, Cassandra. Tonight I shall stay in your room.'

She stared at him, half expecting that if she showed any pleasure he would laugh and tell her it had only been a joke. Her steady gaze obviously wasn't what he'd anticipated, but he raised his eyebrows for a moment and then gave a half-smile. 'Such enthusiasm! Come, the night is young. We will see our guests in the morning. Goodnight, Rupert and thank you for the present. It made for a most entertaining evening.'

'My pleasure!' Rupert responded, disguising the fact that he was as surprised as Katya at the way the evening had ended. He compensated by taking Lucy along to bed with him and Françoise but he spared a thought for Katya.

Once they were inside her bedroom, Cassandra felt totally at a loss. She hadn't expected the baron's company and had no idea what he expected from her, but she had the feeling that he'd acted on an impulse and if that was true she knew that everything must go right so that he didn't regret it. The trouble was, it was almost impossible to know with him what was right and what was wrong.

He sat on the side of her bed in total silence, watching the play of emotions on her face and drinking in the outline of her body through the transparent silk of the dress. He could imagine how tight and heavy her stomach must feel after the hours of stimulation by the love balls and the scene that had been played out with Clara. It was all so new to her, and just as he'd heard people say that having children made them see life through new eyes, so he was finding that through Cassandra he was rediscovering his earlier enjoyment of sexual pleasure, an enjoyment which recently had been deserting him.

There was something special about her that he hadn't yet managed to analyse. Innocence alone couldn't explain it; he and Katya had destroyed innocence far too many times now for that alone to affect him. No, it was more than that. Sometimes he thought it was the combination of her rapidly developing sexuality contrasting with an inner core of serenity that he found attractive. For many years now he had lived his life at an ever increasing pace, surrounded by people who were all as frantic for pleasure as he was. He needed companions like that, but Cassandra needed pleasure – that was obvious tonight – yet still kept an inner part of herself placid. He wondered if it would be possible to destroy the serenity, to push her beyond her natural inclinations until sheer shame made future peace of mind impossible. He knew that he'd try to find out, but he wasn't certain he wanted to succeed. He also knew what he wanted tonight, and it was such a rare desire he was excited by its very mundaneness. He wanted to make ordinary love to Cassandra.

Suddenly realising that Cassandra was still standing uncertainly in the middle of her bedroom floor, he quickly stood up and went over to her, turning her round to unfasten the tiny buttons at the back of her dress and then sliding it down her body to the floor. Once that was done he took her hand, helped her step out of it and then brought her round to face him, dressed only in the thin, tight panties that were part of the delicious torment of the love balls.

Keeping his eyes on hers he reached down and felt the material between her thighs. It was very damp and when he pressed upwards she pressed down, trying for greater pressure. 'Wait!' he whispered, leading her across to the bed and getting her to lie on her back while he removed the panties and searched for the tiny thread of the balls, now sticky with her secretions and hidden within the folds of her sex. Finally he found it and began to pull very slowly, stopping when her eyes widened and only beginning again when she managed to relax.

For Cassandra the sensations were delicious. The soft tug on the thread, the way the balls moved gently and heavily through her sensitive channel, and even the way he kept stopping and starting the exercise, were all intensely sensuous experiences.

The baron made the exercise last as long as possible, and each time one of the balls was tugged out of the moist opening, Cassandra's breath would catch and her body would tremble like a leaf in the wind.

When they were finally removed he took off his own clothes and lay on his side next to her, propping himself up on one elbow so that he could look into her face. 'Tell me how you felt tonight,' he said quietly. 'Describe what the love balls did to you. I want to know; I want to share the experience with you.'

She didn't know what to say. How could she tell him about the delicious heavy weight that seemed to fill her belly and thighs? How could she make him understand about the small shocks of pleasure that would ripple across her without warning? She couldn't, and yet he had to be answered.

'It was like being poised at the top of a big dipper all the evening,' she said with a smile. 'I felt as though everything had tightened in anticipation but there was nothing I could do to start the ride.'

He nodded. 'And when you saw the girl, Clara? What did that do to you?'

Cassandra thought back to her first glimpse of the girl as the two other women were arousing her before dinner. 'At first I felt sorry for her. I thought what they were doing was cruel, even though she wasn't really in pain, but then I began to feel excited. When they touched her breasts and they actually began to swell in front of me, I could feel my own breasts swelling too and ...' She stopped.

'Go on,' said the baron, putting out a hand and lightly stroking the inside of her elbow.

'And I could feel it between my thighs. It made the love balls more obvious because I was tightening there. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it.'

His fingers moved up her arm and into her armpit, playing with the soft dark curls there and stroking the tender flesh at the side of the breast. 'What about after dinner?' he asked.

Cassandra swallowed hard. 'I was afraid,' she admitted.

'Afraid of what?'

'Of what I was going to see, and of how I'd react. I didn't want to disgrace myself in front of you.'

Her nipple was hardening as his fingers brushed the underside of her breast and he bent his head and began to run his tongue down her side in long sweeps. Her legs twitched and she tried to turn on her side to face him but he pushed her back flat. 'How could you have done that, Cassandra?'

'By running away, or not doing what you expected of me.'

'You should be more afraid of Katya.'

'Why? What does she matter to me?' Cassandra asked, finding it difficult to speak while his tongue was trailing so languorously across her waist and hipbone.

'She hates you, and she's quite capable of hurting you very badly physically. I can't save you from that you know. You have to save yourself.'

'She doesn't frighten me. I know she hates me, but you must have known she would or you wouldn't have chosen me, would you?' Cassandra said calmly.

The baron laughed. 'What a clever girl you are! No, of course I wouldn't have done. I wanted someone for Katya to hate.'

Slowly his hand wandered between her thighs and she was so over-excited by the events of the evening that she nearly had a climax there and then. 'No!' he said quickly. 'Wait, breathe slowly. Even when it's just for pleasure you should be slow. Only amateurs rush things, Cassandra!'

She blushed scarlet. 'I can't help it. Everything's so sensitive there.'

He played with her pubic curls for a time, running his fingers through them and tugging now and again so that her whole vulva was softly stimulated. She wriggled, wanting to reach out and touch him but not sure if it was allowed.

He seemed to read her mind because a moment later he moved up the bed a little so that his erection brushed her hip. 'Touch me, Cassandra, but carefully. Get to know me as well as I know you.'

She let her fingers close round the thick stem. Paul hadn't been circumcised, but both the Baron and Peter had, and she preferred this. It made everything much easier, and she was able to move her hand up and down the shaft before allowing her fingertips to run beneath the edge of the sensitive ridge beneath the swollen, plum-coloured head.

The baron smiled at her careful attentions, and while she was occupied with him he inserted three fingers into her and once inside he pressed against the upper wall of the vagina and then rubbed delicately until he saw her belly begin to contract and felt her legs shaking. He increased the pressure and her fingers stopped what they were doing to him as her body began to tighten. He was pleased. Not all women were sensitive there, but he'd found that for most highly sexed women the G-spot gave great pleasure. Probably because of the hours of containing the love balls, Cassandra's vaginal walls were already unusually responsive to his touch, and within moments he'd brought her to her first climax of the evening.

It was a different kind of sensation for Cassandra. A deeper, yet less shattering kind of release, but the pleasure was glorious. After that the baron used his tongue on her, keeping her thighs apart with his hands as he teased and titillated her so that her body was shaken by contraction after contraction until she begged him to stop.

He obeyed, and came back to lie beside her, his hungry mouth now concentrating on her breasts and neck. Then he turned her over and licked all down her spine, his tongue lingering in the hollow at the base. The feeling was so beautiful that Cassandra cried out, her whole body seeming to glow but she was also aware of an increasing pressure on her bladder and tried to turn onto her back again.

This time the baron not only knew what was happening but had the chance to take advantage of it. 'No, stay there,' he murmured and quickly fetched a small cushion, similar to the one Katya had put beneath Lucy, which he then slid under Cassandra's hips, spreading her outer sex lips wide as he did so which meant that her protruding clitoris was forced against the material and so continually stimulated.

'This is one of the best ways to have a climax, Cassandra,' he promised her, licking between the small bones at the bottom of her back. 'Everything is intensified.' His tongue made her need the bathroom even more, but she could also feel the burgeoning tightness within her and her whole body was becoming heavy and swollen.

His clever, knowing hand rose up beneath her, between the cushion and the base of her stomach, and he pressed gently on the flesh so that the bladder felt even more full and sent tingling signals to Cassandra.

Unlike poor Lucy however, this night was purely for pleasure and so the baron didn't delay until it became painful, instead his fingers moved on and found the clitoris, still stiff from the stimulation of the small cushion. He caressed it with a finger moistened by his own saliva while the heel of his hand kept up the pressure on the nerve endings from the bladder and Cassandra felt her stomach swelling and the moisture seeping from her secret opening as her excitement mounted until it was unbearable and she began to buck frantically, trying to bring about the great pleasure he'd promised her.

Deftly the baron continued to increase all the pressure and at the last moment he swirled his tongue in circles at the very base of her spine. This incredibly delicate stimulation was the signal for everything to explode, and Cassandra's slim body bucked off the cushion as the ecstasy reached its wonderful, pulsating crescendo.

As she reared up, the baron grasped her buttocks, pulled the jerking body nearer to him and entered her from behind, sliding into the pulsating warmth of her with a groan of satisfaction and making sure his cunning fingers continued their manipulation of her clitoris until finally her contractiions were sharp enough to start his second ejaculation of the evening, only this time his whole body was suffused with the orgasm right down to his toes and he heard himself moan with the force of his own contractions until at last they both collapsed in a heap on the bed.

After a few minutes, the baron rolled off Cassandra and pulled her onto her back so that he could look into her face and see for himself the smile of satisfaction in her eyes, the parted lips and the beads of sweat on her temples and top lip.

Gently he bent down and kissed her on the mouth, letting his tongue trace the outline of her top lip before drawing away. Then he put a hand on each side of her face in a rare gesture of intimacy for him. 'There, you see, wasn't it as good as I promised?'

'Yes,' gasped Cassandra, who had scarcely got her breath back. 'It was incredible. I've never felt anything so ...' Words failed her, and she simply smiled up at him with a look of such gratitude that he could hardly bear it.

'Why were you so reluctant?' he asked curiously. Cassandra told him about Lucy and he nodded. 'Well Lucy probably enjoyed the day more than you thought. People have strange needs, Cassandra, but Katya's needs sometimes do involve more pain than the other participants enjoy. That's what I want you to understand.'

Cassandra sighed and stretched. 'I do,' she assured him.

'Tomorrow,' said the baron, finding himself strangely reluctant to leave the contented young woman's bedroom, 'we'll all get to know each other better.' He felt her body stiffen, as though she was drawing away from him, but there was no point in hiding the truth; he felt that making love to her tonight had been an indulgence on his part that shouldn't be allowed to mislead her.

'You mean we all have sex together,' she said at last, her voice carefully controlled.

'Yes, in various permutations. Some you'll enjoy more than others, of course, but I believe it's important to try everything at least once.'

'Everything?'

He heard a note of panic behind the query. 'Was there something in particular that you didn't want to try?'

Cassandra hesitated. If she told him then she was putting herself at his mercy; if she didn't tell him then she couldn't complain if he put her in a position where refusal would mean banishment for her. She decided to trust him and opened her mouth, but he quickly put a large hand across it, muffling her words. 'The walls have ears, Cassandra. Always remember that. Perhaps I can keep a secret and perhaps I can't, but that may not matter. There are some things it's better to keep to yourself.'

'Then why did you ask me?' she demanded.

'To see if you would actually tell of course.'

She looked into his face, studying the mixture of features that made him so unusual; the round face was at odds with the sharply defined high cheekbones and arched brows, the boyish smile in marked contrast to the look of world-weary experience in the eyes, and then there was his voice. It was so soft, so deceptively quiet, that when it hardened or was raised the shock was great. He was as enigmatic in outward ways as inward ones, but it didn't matter; Cassandra knew that she was fatally drawn to him and that if she ever had to leave his house there would never be any other man for her.

'What are you thinking?' he queried, sitting up and groping for his watch.