Cassandra's Conflict (19 page)

The shock was so great that for a moment Cassandra couldn't breathe. When she finally got her breath back it came in gasping pants, but the extremes of temperature had actually aroused her cleverly tortured flesh, and her nipple had hardened dramatically so that when Françoise finally opened her hands and let the melting cubes fall to the ground, she saw for herself the way the originally pink bud was now a rock-hard red point. Reaching up she licked away the water the ice cubes had left behind knowing from Cassandra's increasingly rapid breathing that her body was responding.

The two women then waited for a time, chatting quietly to one another while Cassandra waited tensely above them, knowing that it would eventually happen to her other breast and dreading the terrible heat and yet longing for the coolness of the ice and the kind tongue that would follow.

When the heat did come, it seemed even greater than before; she assumed this was because the first breast was now ice cold and shrinking, and once again the globe glowed and swelled, but the pain didn't seem as obvious this time because she was anticipating the next stage. It was Katya's turn to apply the ice, and she pressed more firmly than Françoise against the glowing skin, but even so currents of pleasure shot through the nipple and when Katya's tongue touched it, Cassandra gave a sigh of gratitude. This was a mistake because Katya promptly closed her teeth and bit sharply on the tiny, abused bud causing pain to jolt through it as though she'd been stabbed with a burning needle. Again tears filled her eyes, but at the borders of the pain there was still pleasure; pleasure that shamed her.

After that the women moved lower, and now it was easy for Françoise to insert her fingers into Cassandra's opening, and she moved them quickly from side to side, a movement that didn't exactly hurt but didn't give pleasure either. However, it opened her wider and made her moist, ready for Katya's next little toy.

This Katya wanted Cassandra to see, and while Françoise's fingers remained steadily busy she stood up and put a hand beneath Cassandra's chin, lifting her head until she could see what her tormentor held in her hand. It was a large, marble replica of a penis, smooth, cold and incredibly thick, so wide that even the thought of it entering her made Cassandra shudder.

'Perhaps after this you won't feel quite so tight for Dieter any more,' Katya said with an unpleasant smile. She stroked the cool marble against Cassandra's hot cheeks, and saw the smears where her earlier tears had fallen. 'I hope you won't cry this time. Crying isn't allowed in this house, you know.'

Cassandra didn't answer her, she was too busy trying to close her mind against the intrusion that was to come. Katya let the marble penis roll across the back of Cassandra's neck and then with a smile disappeared beneath the table again as Cassandra's hips tried despairingly to pull away from the couch and remove her opening from the women's reach.

'She's as ready as she's going to be.' Françoise said, craning her neck and letting her tongue flick inside the hole where her fingers had just been so busy. Cassandra's muscles jerked and she laughed. 'She certainly likes tongues, but then Dieter's an expert at that, isn't he!'

Angrily, Katya pushed her friend out of the way and carefully lined up the head of the imitation phallus with the exposed opening, then she brushed aside the surrounding curls of dark pubic hair and let her cool hand rest against the nervously flinching opening. 'Are you ready, Cassie?' she asked sweetly.

Above her, Cassandra was rigid with fear. Her abdomen refused to relax, and she knew she was making it worse for herself, but letting her see the thickness of the implement had been a clever move and she was incapable of assisting her body to accept it. With agonising slowness, Katya edged the rounded head in, letting it slide steadily but making sure the entrance was gradual to maximise her opponent's mental as well as physical agony.

As Katya had known would happen, for a second or two Cassandra thought that her eyes had deceived her and the marble penis wasn't as thick as she'd feared, but just as she began to let herself believe this, Katya pushed sharply so that the thick dildo forced its way in another inch. This time Cassandra did cry out because the width in her relatively unaroused state was too much and she felt as though she must tear if the insertion continued.

Katya, however, knew better than to damage Cassandra physically although she'd calculated that psychologically this would certainly limit the other girl's responses to any penetration by the men that evening. She'd be slightly sore physically, but mentally she'd be terrified of being entered again so soon.

With Machiavellian cunning, she slowly turned the marble inside Cassandra's frantically stretching inner passage, then pressed steadily so that it moved another half inch deeper, only to be turned and held steady. Then Cassandra would be given a respite, so that she thought it was over, until it would all begin again.

The dildo was some six inches in length, and Katya managed to take half an hour over inserting its full length and all the time, Françoise continued to play her own games with the dangling, irresistible little breasts. Sometimes she used the flannel and the ice, sometimes she sucked on ice herself and then suckled the nipples and from time to time she'd slap the distended breasts lightly with her fingers, watching them move from side to side and enjoying the way they burgeoned despite what Katya was doing to Cassandra elsewhere.

As for Cassandra, all she could do was endure. Françoise's attentions were a welcome distraction from the discomfort of the thick marble dildo, but at times she wished that she could pass out and spoil Katya's game. However, Katya was far too clever for that. Finally, when the mock penis was fully inserted, Katya got Françoise to hold it in place while she stood up and pressed a release button by the machine that made the lower half of the table drop down. Cassandra cried out in alarm as her lower body moved and the muscles of her arms screamed in protest as they were extended to their limits. Now she was almost standing on the floor, her legs still fastened at the ankles, while her upper torso was stretched out parallel with the ground, her breasts continuing to hang down through the holes, and Françoise was gripping the thick marble stem of the dildo so that there was no ease from the pressure there.

Katya was about to finish off her little game. She moved across the gym and returned with a thick leather strap which she showed to her terrified, bewildered victim. 'You'll enjoy this, Cassie. I don't think you've been allowed the pleasures of the strap before, but most girls find it irresistible, particularly when their love channel is already full, and yours is very full, isn't it?' At that moment Françoise pressed slightly on the marble stem and Cassandra gasped. 'Yes, I thought it was,' Katya murmured, letting one hand slide over the gap down Cassandra's spine where it was exposed between the two straps that were holding her. 'What a tender spine you have. Dieter loves it, doesn't he?'

Cassandra remembered the tender way the baron had licked her there the night before and hot tears filled her eyes. 'Remember, no more tears,' Katya cautioned, and then she walked away to stand behind the tautly stretched girl, taking pleasure in the way the feet could hardly touch the ground, forcing her up onto her toes and making the leg muscles tremble with tension. She was thrilled by the way Cassandra's body was bent sharply at the waist where the table divided, which meant the cheeks of her bottom were slightly parted and fully exposed.

For a moment she stood and studied the lean body, then she raised her arm and brought the leather down hard on the back of Cassandra's thighs.

Cassandra screamed, her head snapped up and her hips tried unsuccessfully to press further into the table, but it was hopeless and Katya was free to take her time. She used the strap with infinite skill and cunning until the backs of Cassandra's legs, thighs and buttocks were covered in pink stripes that never quite overlaid each other. Every blow caused a burning pain that made her want to scream, but as they continued the burning started to merge into one and the whole area felt heated and sensitised. Slowly the muscles of her rectum began contracting with each blow, and the contractions built their own tension, a tension that was magnified by the relentless pressure of the marble dildo being held firmly in place by Françoise.

Cassandra had never experienced feelings like it. Every part of her seemed either burning hot or heavy and full. Slowly she forgot the pain because it wasn't pain, it was a strange, dark pleasure that had her moaning in a different way, a plea not for mercy but for sexual release. Katya heard the change in the cries and she quickly called for Lucy, who had been waiting outside the gym all the time in case she was needed. She ran swiftly across the room and at a sign from Katya, pulled Cassandra's small, hard buttocks apart so that the dark inner ring was revealed.

For a moment, Katya turned the leather strap and let the side of it trail down the gap the maid had exposed. Cassandra let out a gasp and both Katya and Lucy saw how the tight mouth of her bottom was pulsing with excitement. Beneath the table, Françoise heard the gasp. She gripped the marble dildo more firmly and slid a finger of her other hand up through the couch hole and along the now widened channel between the inner lips so that she was poised over the previously untouched clitoris.

The moment had finally come for Katya. She swung back her arm and brought the leather strap down between the parted cheeks of the bottom, leaving a burning mark through the centre of the tiny throbbing dark hole between them, and at that final lash of pain Cassandra's abused but pulsating body expanded until she thought she would split open like an overripe plum if she didn't find some kind of release. Françoise knew what was happening and swiftly flicked at the exposed clitoris with one of her long fingernails as she turned the thick stem of the dildo, sliding its marble across the over-stretched vaginal walls.

With an ear-splitting scream, Cassandra's body burst. Every part of her seemed to turn to liquid fire and the dreadful aching pressure that had been building within her, the mixture of pain and pleasure that she had never before experienced, was finally released dissolving into sweetness as her racked body collapsed against the cold top of the couch. She sobbed with a terrible shamed ecstasy, accepting that after this there was no going back. Katya and Françoise had taken her down a path she would never have chosen, but along with pain and mortification she had discovered blissful pleasure and a bitter-sweet glimpse of a dark side of herself that from now on would always need feeding.

In total silence Françoise and Katya picked up their belongings and vanished leaving Lucy to release Cassandra. She handed her a towelling robe and guided her towards the hot shower where she could try to wash away the worst of the afternoon's excesses, but there were some things that couldn't be washed away; the new knowledge she'd gained about herself, and the fear that Katya had hoped to instil but which Cassandra did not yet understand. A fear that would only reveal itself that night, at the worst possible moment in the baron's game.

The baron lay on his narrow single bed in the room that only he ever used and watched the proceedings in the gym in silence. He'd never intended to go shooting. Rupert had an appointment with an ex-girlfriend and the baron had wanted to see how Katya chose to punish Cassandra for the night he'd spent with her.

When it was all over and Cassandra finally left the shower and walked with her head down towards her own room, he switched off his television set and stared thoughtfully into the distance. Katya had been clever. There had been pain and punishment, but not enough to anger him, and there had been pleasure for Cassandra, a new kind of pleasure that would confuse her. But he was also very well aware of the effect the afternoon would have had on her when it came to the night, and her introduction to sex with Rupert and Françoise as well as himself and Katya. She'd be afraid of the men, afraid of them causing her pain in those delicate secret places which would still be sore from Katya's marble toy.

Crossing to the window he stared out into the garden. Françoise was already lying in the sun again, letting Lucy rub suntan cream into her as she sipped from a tall glass of Bacardi and coke, but there was no sign of Katya. Rupert wouldn't be back for another hour or so, and the baron knew that he must soon join his long-term mistress in their room.

He'd never found Rupert's wife particularly attractive, but her undisguised sexuality always excited him. Katya had once attracted him; he'd enjoyed the unexpected curves of her apparently small frame, and the fierce passion that he knew she harboured for him but kept so tightly in check. Now she was beginning to bore him. If she won the game he'd be most disappointed, but he'd accept it, otherwise there was no point in playing. On the other hand, the rules were his and it might well be that he would load the dice in Cassandra's favour occasionally. He'd always cheated at bridge and poker, and this was no different as long as it didn't occur too often.

His mind made easier by this decision, he quietly closed his bedroom door and walked along to the room he shared with Katya. She was coming out of the sauna, a towel wrapped round her hair like a turban which emphasised her cat-like eyes that dominated the triangular face. When she saw him she smiled contentedly.

'You're just in time to see a wonderful video, darling. Françoise and I have had such a lovely afternoon in the gym, but I'm afraid Cassandra wasn't too well behaved. She cried several times.'

He didn't tell her that he'd been watching it all as it happened, knowing that she would probably have doctored the tape that he was to see and interested to find out what she omitted.

'How interesting,' he drawled, taking off his jacket and lying face down across the bed.

'Was the shooting good? Did you win?' Katya wasn't interested in shooting, but she knew that Dieter always liked to win.

'We didn't shoot. Rupert met an old friend and I wandered round London looking at all the pretty girls in their skimpy summer dresses.' He smiled at her.

Katya's eyes narrowed. She didn't believe him for a moment. If he hadn't gone shooting then he'd probably been with another woman, and although it was most likely only an old flame, or a friend of the thankfully dead Marietta, she was still jealous. 'Aren't you a little old to be eyeing the girls in the park?' she teased.

His gaze swept over her. 'Men don't age as quickly as women,' he said shortly. She flushed. 'So, where is the tape?' he continued. 'I am very interested in seeing Cassandra cry.'

Katya inserted a video tape and then went away to choose an outfit for dinner. When she returned he was lying just as she'd left him, with his elbows on the bed and his chin resting on his hand.

'Has she cried yet?' Katya asked eagerly, snuggling down next to him and feeling a sense of relief when he put an arm casually round her bare waist.

'Yes, for the first time. The hot cloth seems to have surprised her!'

'Her breasts are tiny,' Katya said.

The baron laughed and slid a hand over hers. 'I don't think these are enormous, my darling!'

'At least they're like a woman's breasts. Hers are more like a child's.'

'I know.' He sounded pleased, but his fingers were working busily on Katya's nipples and she wriggled nearer to him. When she pressed herself down the length of his side he turned and let his hand sweep across her stomach and flanks, but his eyes never left the screen and she knew she only had half his attention.

When it came to the marble dildo, Katya had decided to remove the section where she showed it to Cassandra because she thought her lover might be annoyed at the width of it. As a result, all the film showed was Cassandra's tears as the insertion began below the table, out of sight of the camera.

'There you are, she's crying again!' Katya gloated. 'Hardly the way for a governess to behave. It isn't as though we were really hurting her.'

'What were you using?' Dieter asked lazily, his hand still wandering over Katya's bare body.

'The blue vibrator.'

'She doesn't seem to be vibrating very much!'

Katya cursed herself for her stupidity. 'No, not the vibrator, the blue dildo. I think she was just too tense. Women don't seem to be quite to her taste yet. She definitely prefers men.'

'So I should hope. Do you prefer women then?' Abruptly he turned and stared at her, his brown eyes distinctly unfriendly.

'Of course not!' Katya exclaimed. 'I only like them as a change, or when you're not here.'

'You like them young and untried, and you enjoy hurting them. That's something you can't get with men. I shall soon feel redundant,' the baron said.

Before Katya could answer the film moved on to where the bottom half of the table top dropped, bending Cassandra down from her waist and her shocked cry drew the baron's eyes back to the film. He watched what followed in total silence, but Katya could see the pulse in his neck beating rapidly and knew that he was excited by it all.

'There, wasn't that a nice present before dinner?' she asked teasingly.

'For me or for Cassandra?'

'I don't give employees presents.'

He laughed. 'Yes you do; you're always making a fuss of Lucy and she's an employee.'

'But not a participant in the game,' Katya said in a hard voice. 'I'm not stupid enough to give an opponent a present.'

'I'd have thought the blue dildo qualified as a present,' the baron said dryly, and watched his mistress's face tighten as she realised that he knew she'd been lying.

'I'm going to wear the red trouser suit tonight!' she exclaimed, jumping off the bed and sitting down in front of the make-up mirror. 'I shall get Lucy to put my hair up to make me look taller as well; I think trousers look better on tall women.'

The baron flicked off the video and turned to the live camera, switching to Cassandra's room. She was lying face down on her bed, apparently resting, but he had the feeling she was crying silently. He gave a small sigh and switched to Rupert's room. His friend had still not returned, and Françoise was crouched in front of a chair where Clara was sitting naked from the waist up as her employer used the hot flannel and ice routine that had just been demonstrated on the film, on the young girl's large breasts.

Clara's eyes were wide open. She didn't appear to be enjoying either the pain of the hot cloth or the contrasting ice cubes and once or twice she tried to get out of the chair but Françoise simply pushed her back, slapping the raw breasts sharply at the same time.

After she'd tired of the treatment she took two pieces of cord from a sewing box and tied them in loops that ran under Clara's breasts. At the top they clipped on to the end of what looked like a tiny dog lead that in turn was attached to a small collar which she fastened round the girl's neck. The result was two very red and swollen globes thrusting out of tight bands and held up and away from the ribcage to make an easier target for Françoise.

The baron could see that when Françoise began to delicately brush the wretched Clara's nipples with a sable brush the breasts swelled even more, the cords tightened and Clara tried to bend her head forward to ease the tension. Françoise told her sharply to sit up straight, and then continued with the brushing until Clara began moaning with pleasure, at which point Rupert came into the room. Immediately Françoise dropped the brush and ran to her husband, kissing him deeply on the mouth and moulding her hips against his while Clara's breasts stood out proudly waiting for further attention.

It seemed though that they weren't going to get it, because Rupert was already thrusting his hands beneath his wife's skirt and as he started to unfasten his belt, Dieter switched off the set. He wondered how Clara would enjoy the swift, raw coupling she was undoubtedly about to witness. Probably not much in her aroused state. He smiled.

It was eight-thirty before they all sat down to dinner, including Clara who looked so sullen that the baron assumed her breasts had never received any further attention. Françoise wasn't really as cruel as Katya; she simply had a short attention span, and if Rupert had proved more interesting at that moment she'd probably forgotten Clara until it was time for them to dress for dinner.

The young girl's dress was a bad choice he thought. Far too tight and flowery for her shape, but at least he could see her large breasts through the material, and they were naked beneath it. He remembered the sable brush and smiled at her. Clara, her nipples still tingling and aroused, unsatisfied and yet further tantalised by the feel of the dress against them, looked at him with a pleading expression in her eyes. He'd given her such pleasure the night before she couldn't help but hope he'd do so again tonight, but although the baron smiled back he knew that Clara wouldn't be joining them later.

Cassandra, wearing a cream dress with large scarlet poppies on it, looked calm and composed. Her dark hair was drawn back in a chignon again, and he couldn't wait to take out the pins and watch it fall to her shoulders. She was wearing makeup, but it was subtle, whereas Katya's was heavy tonight and she positively glittered with rings and bracelets while her red silk trouser suit dominated the table, outshining even Françoise who for once had forsaken her multi-coloured outfits for a coffee-coloured shift with a plunging neckline and side buttons which were only fastened half way down her thigh.

'How did you spend your afternoon, Cassandra?' the baron asked when a short silence had fallen round the table.

Cassandra glanced up at him. 'I worked out in the gym with Katya and Françoise.'

'And did you enjoy it?'

'Yes, it was ...' She paused, and he waited as did the other two women. 'It was a new routine for me,' she concluded. 'I think I actually prefer swimming.'

The baron remembered the night he and Katya had played with her in the pool and he smiled at her clever reply. 'Then you must swim more often. Katya prefers the gym I think, but for myself the pool is always an attraction.'

Rupert, well aware that there were undercurrents beneath these seemingly innocuous words, decided to join in. 'I like swimming too. We must have a threesome. Françoise can only paddle, can't you,
chérie?'

'I hate the water,' Françoise responded with an exaggerated shiver. 'So damp and cold.'

'Of course it's damp, it's water!' her husband laughed, and even Clara smiled.

After coffee and brandy, Clara was sent up to the third floor to look after the babies while the Scottish nanny had a break. The five adults moved to the drawing room where they all talked for a time about apparently famous people that Cassandra had never even heard of, let alone met.

Eventually, the baron glanced at his watch. 'I think we should all go upstairs. Tonight is just a friendly get-together. Tomorrow night I've decided there must be a competition but I'm not yet sure exactly what it will be.'

'Knowing you, I can hardly wait to hear,' Françoise laughed, slipping an arm through his. 'Anyway, a friendly get-together sounds wonderful, doesn't it, Rupert?'

Rupert couldn't have agreed more. He was longing to possess the slim, withdrawn girl who was obviously fascinating Dieter as well. 'I'm a naturally sociable person!' he laughed; Katya giggled.

'He certainly is,' she told the silent Cassandra. 'Once, when we were staying at the chateau in the Loire, Rupert was "sociable" with seven girls in one night. Of course, he was younger then!'

'I don't remember that,' Françoise said.

'We hadn't met,
chérie,
otherwise how could I have had the strength?' Rupert grinned. 'It was the last big party we ever had at Dieter's château.'

'Wasn't it for Marietta's birthday?' Katya asked.

Cassandra was surprised to see the baron's eyes cloud over, as though he was blocking out something too painful to recall. 'I believe so. Shall we go then? Lucy will tidy up down here.'

They all hurried up the stairs to the large suite of rooms shared by Katya and Dieter. They entered through the baron's dressing room, and Cassandra hesitated in the doorway through to the large bedroom. The baron put a firm hand in the middle of her back and silently urged her through.

Françoise looked about her. 'You've got a new bed! It's even bigger than the last one. Does it still have all the rings round?' She checked, and squealed with pleasure when she located them. 'Yes! How exciting. Do you remember that maid – Suzanne was it? – and how we kept her imprisoned for three days with only Rupert to see to her needs. Do you still have that tape? It was one of the best weekends we've spent here.'

'Perhaps we can make this one even better,' the baron said, quickly starting to take off his clothes and signalling for Cassandra to do the same. She obeyed automatically, but although she'd drunk plenty of wine with her meal and brandy after, she was still afraid.

There was an ache between her thighs that nothing could erase, and as she stripped off her clothes she knew that the outlines of the stripes from the leather strap must still be visible to the other four in the room. Françoise was too busy performing a slow, erotic striptease to notice, but Katya saw and smiled to herself while Rupert noticed and wondered if it was Dieter who'd inflicted the marks the night before. If so he'd take extra pleasure in kissing them slowly during the night, in contrast to his friend's crueller attentions.