Cassandra's Conflict (24 page)

'Tighten the strapping between her thighs,' the baron said suddenly. 'Then keep her crouching, but with her knees closer together than they are now.'

Rupert did as his friend suggested while Claud watched with interest. It left Clara in a very uncomfortable position, with her legs bent nearly double until the muscles in her thighs ached, and the tightening of the strap sent insidious flutters of pleasure shooting up from her moist crevices through her lower belly but it was still insufficient stimulation to allow the flutters to reach a peak.

'Now watch me, Clara,' the baron said kindly. At once the plump girl's eyes turned gratefully to him. She'd been longing for him to enter her again ever since he'd taken her virginity, and she felt certain that in a moment he'd remove the strapping and let his thrusting manhood trigger her climax. Her round stomach strained with excitement, so much so that her stepfather saw it and couldn't resist reaching down to let his hands wander over the silky flesh.

'Not too much stimulation yet,' the baron cautioned. Claud smiled an apology and waited. 'Watch carefully, Clara,' repeated the baron, and then he stood up and reached out for Katya.

Katya was wearing a tiny bikini top and high-waisted shorts and when she stood beside her lover it only took him a couple of seconds to unfasten the strap of the bikini and she leant forward and let it fall to the grass, leaving her breasts free. Then he hooked his thumbs in the sides of her shorts and eased them down her legs, putting his head between them as he did so, nuzzling against her sex lips until she parted her legs, thrusting her pelvis up as much as she could to increase the contact between them.

Clara watched helplessly, her own excitement increasing unbearably as the fur caressed her opening sex while the tight pressure was maintained. She tried to wriggle her hips, but Françoise jerked hard on the lead snapping the girl's head back and forcing the breasts up so high that they hurt. 'Keep still, you stupid girl. Haven't we taught you anything!' she hissed angrily. Clara whimpered; her need was great and she didn't want to watch the baron making love to another woman, she wanted him inside her.

The baron took his time with Katya. He ran his hands all over her as though she were a garden statue, lingering here and there before letting the hands continue their exploration. The two workmen, who'd heard tales of the baron's exploits but never expected to be allowed to witness any of them, stopped pretending to work and watched the girl so uncomfortably hunched on the grass, and the increasing tempo of the baron's lovemaking with his mistress.

Katya gloried in the exposure. She loved it when Dieter took her in front of an audience, it increased her excitement tenfold, and this time the knowledge that Clara was so aroused while she watched added yet another thrill to the experience.

At last the baron lowered Katya to the grass, lifted her legs high until they were resting on his shoulders, and then he entered her. He entered slowly, easing the throbbing head of his penis in a little way, then withdrawing it more quickly and each time he did it, Katya's body jerked with the excitement as the skin around her clitoris was pulled and her centre of pleasure indirectly stimulated.

The baron knew Katya's body so well that he could make love to her for an hour if he wanted to, letting her have one climax after another before he finally had his own, but this time he didn't want to wait that long and after ten minutes he increased the tempo of his movements until her gasping laboured breathing and the frantic movements of her fingernails against his chest told him she was almost there.

Smoothly he thrust in and out, slowing for a few moments and then he began to thrust hard, slamming into her in the way she liked best until her tiny cries increased, her heels drummed against his shoulders and then her buttocks lifted higher into the air and he had to pull her down so that he was able to stay inside her as she obtained her release. He was surprised how detached he felt, and equally surprised to realise that even while her muscles were contracting round him he didn't climax himself.

When he withdrew he looked across at Clara. Her whole body was swollen with desire, her eyes heavy with need and her poor tortured thighs were tightly knotted with the tension of the position that had been forced on her. Crossing the lawn he eased the tension on the strip of hide, then reached inside as Rupert had done and found the fur soaked with the proof of her arousal. Her eyes darkened with desire as he touched her, but he knew that he wouldn't take her ever again. She held no attraction for him at all.

'She's ready for someone,' he commented wryly, and Clara squirmed with embarrassment. She was horribly aware of the damp fur between her thighs but she hadn't been able to help herself, and now the ache in her was such that she didn't care who penetrated her as long as it was someone who could ease the pressure aned let her enjoy the satisfaction Katya had just received.

Claud realised that his moment had come. He stood up and went over to his stepdaughter, taking the lead from Franchise's hand. 'Ask me, Clara,' was all he said, but she understood instantly.

'Please, make love to me step-papa,' she begged him, and there was no longer any reluctance in her voice. She had been reduced to nothing more than screaming, pulsating flesh and its overriding need for satisfaction was the only thing of importance. She no longer cared about what was right and wrong. She didn't even spare a thought for her mother and the way in which she was being betrayed. This tall, distinguished man standing in front of her could give her body what it had to have, and Clara was determined to make sure he did.

She reached out a hand to him. 'Please, please, step-papa,' she repeated, and with a groan of joy Claud began to unfasten all the clips and bindings that were round her plump body so that he could finally bury himself in her innocent, yielding flesh. What he failed to realise was that by allowing Françoise, Rupert and Dieter to tutor her so cleverly the flesh was no longer as innocent as when he had first seen it. Clara was sharp enough, though, to understand that he must never know this and when he began lunging vigorously into her, his hands grasping her breasts with hard, knowing hands, she swore to herself that once she was back home she would make sure she kept him enslaved so that her body would never again lack either stimulation or satisfaction.

As Claud and Clara thrashed around on the grass, both of them crying out and moaning in their ecstasy, the baron turned away. Katya had dressed and gone into the house to shower and Françoise was sitting on Rupert's lap and whispering in his ear. The baron sat down next to the silent Cassandra.

'Claud's a fool,' he said quietly. 'She'll probably lose all that puppy fat and be quite attractive, but she'll never be an innocent again.'

'I thought that's what he wanted,' said Cassandra quietly, her voice so calm that he wondered if he'd imagined the earlier restless signs of her own arousal.

'It's what he thought he wanted, but then aren't all men supposed to destroy the thing they love the most?'

'I've no idea. And even if they do, they have to be capable of loving before that can apply and Claud doesn't seem capable of loving, only lusting.'

'How very perceptive of you, my dear. What about me?'

'You told me yourself there was no such thing as love,' she responded.

'Then I needn't worry about destroying anything?' he queried with a smile.

'No.'

'What if I need to destroy something but find that I can't?'

Cassandra looked sideways at him. He seemed to be serious. 'I suppose you'll just have to accept that no one can have everything they want. I'm forever telling your daughters that.'

'And does it apply to you, Cassandra?'

'Yes,' she said honestly. 'I haven't been able to have lots of things I wanted, but I survived – and so will you. It might even do you good. It seems to me that you and your friends always have instant gratification. That can't be character building.'

'There speaks the governess! How strange to hear you say such things when only last night you were convulsing time and again with orgasms in front of an audience, thereby gratifying us in the very way you now insist is so wrong!'

Cassandra closed her eyes. 'I couldn't help it!'

'You could always leave,' he whispered. 'Why not go now, before I ask too much of you?'

She shook her head. 'I don't want to leave. I promised the girls I'd be here when they returned.'

His eyes sparkled. 'Yes, of course, the girls! Then I can relax, safe in the knowledge that you will never leave until they return, yes?'

She knew she was committing herself too far, but in reality she couldn't leave him, and so she nodded. 'Yes, I shall stay until they return.'

'Excellent. Tonight, when Claud has departed, we will introduce you to the joys of enemas.'

Cassandra stiffened. 'I don't think ...'

He put a finger across her mouth. 'Be quiet, Cassandra. You have just told me that I can never ask too much of you. Enemas are very popular with many people; I think you may be surprised at the pleasure they will give you. After that, I have something very special planned. A large party for the end of the week, before Rupert and Françoise leave. I shall tell you the details after tonight.'

'Why do you like humiliating people?' she asked quietly.

'Because humiliation, like pain, can add to the pleasure. Besides, I want to see you lose control, Cassandra. Even now I don't feel that you have totally given yourself over to me at any time. You have to do this in order to remain here.'

'I have!' she protested.

'No,' he suddenly sounded annoyed. 'You have not, and I am aware of it.'

He strode away into the house and Cassandra shivered. She wondered just how far he was prepared to go in order to totally subjugate her, and if she was strong enough to withstand him.

Cassandra looked out of her bedroom window and saw Claud being chauffeured away from the isolated Hampstead house. As his car disappeared from view she remembered the baron's words in the garden earlier that day and her stomach knotted with nerves. She knew that what lay ahead for her was intended to test her courage to the limit and for a moment she actually contemplated packing her things and leaving now before it began, but she couldn't. Each challenge, and each triumph, brought her closer to this enigmatic man that she knew she loved, and she felt certain that by growing closer to him she could help him rediscover a softer, more affectionate side of his nature, a side that Katya was systematically destroying. What Cassandra did not know was that Marietta had believed the same thing, and so Marietta had died.

The bedside phone rang, and she jumped to answer it. It was the baron. 'Claud has left now. Please come to the gymnasium in fifteen minutes. You need only wear a two-piece swimming costume.'

Exactly fifteen minutes later, her mouth dry and her legs weak with tension, Cassandra opened the door to the gym, the site of her previous humiliation, and she had to make a physical effort to force herself across the threshold into the room where the other four were waiting for her.

Rupert, Françoise and Katya were totally naked, but the baron by contrast was fully dressed, and they all watched her with varying degrees of amusement or interest as she moved towards them. Rupert thought she had almost perfect legs, and his penis began to stir, while Katya revelled in the young woman's obvious distress.

The baron smiled at her. 'A nice bikini, Cassandra. Is it new?'

She felt utterly ridiculous discussing her skimpy costume at such a time but tried hard to match his everyday tone. 'Yes, Françoise helped me choose it.'

'It suits you; however, I must regretfully ask you to remove it now and then climb up onto the couch.' She hesitated and his eyes widened. 'Come, come, Cassandra; this is no time for second thoughts.'

She didn't think she'd ever get used to removing her clothes in front of a group of people, but by keeping her eyes on the baron's face she managed to unfasten her bikini top and slip it off without any fumbling. The bottom half was more of a problem, and as she stepped out of it she caught her foot in the opening and nearly stumbled. At last she was naked, and Françoise gave a murmur of appreciation. 'I think you're putting on a little weight at last, Cassandra. It suits you.'

The baron eyed the rounded breasts and his gaze skimmed on down her body taking in the fact that her abdomen was now very gently rounded rather than totally flat. He nodded. 'I agree, Françoise. Life here must suit her! Climb up on the couch. We are all anxious to begin.'

Once Cassandra was on the couch she lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling and trying to pretend she was in her own room and entirely on her own. 'Turn on your side,' the baron said briskly. 'Then draw your knees up to your chest and put your arms round them.' She obeyed, and when the baron moved behind her, fear brought her out into a sweat.

He ran a hand down her back, feeling the stickiness of her skin and the heat burning off it. 'There's nothing to be afraid of; Françoise would love to be in your place, wouldn't she Rupert?'

His friend laughed. 'She certainly would; this is one of my wife's favourite activities.' But Cassandra was not reassured. She'd witnessed Katya's desperate rush from the room after her enema, and there had been no sign of enjoyment on her contorted features.

Rupert walked round to stand in front of Cassandra, and his fingers started playing with her breasts, tenderly squeezing and releasing them while his thumbs moved over the nipples, teasing them into erection.

It was a good feeling, but she was horribly aware of the baron parting her tight buttocks and inserting a carefully greased finger into her tightly puckered anus. She stiffened against the intrusion which only made the insertion painful.

'Relax, Cassandra.' He sounded more than a little irritated, and she wished she could do as he wanted, but her fear was turning to terror and it was impossible to relax even a little. She heard him sigh, and then move away and tried to turn her head to see what was happening, but Rupert grasped her chin. 'Keep looking at me, Cassandra. Look at the effect you're having on me. Doesn't that excite you?'