Cassandra's Conflict (25 page)

His erection was now complete, his penis standing up almost flat against his abdomen, and the glans was purple and angry looking with a tiny drop of clear fluid leaking from the top. Cassandra wanted to be excited by his arousal, but she was shaking from head to foot and it was impossible to think of anything but what was to come.

'Lower your knees a little,' the baron said from behind her. 'Put your arms across your abdomen and bend your left knee back.' Grateful for a brief respite Cassandra quickly did as she was told, and Françoise promptly slid a hand between the now open thighs and carefully moved a vibrator over them, slowly letting it play across the labia until the outer lips began to open and she could apply the slowly pulsating head to the more sensitive inner lips, although she was careful to avoid the clitoris.

Pleasure swept up Cassandra's body, especially as Rupert continued to play with her breasts while his wife worked on her sex, and quite quickly she felt the excitement rise to a crescendo until her by now finely tuned body shuddered in a swift orgasm. The vibrator was then removed, and Françoise pushed the long, slim legs back together and thrust the knees up against Cassandra's chest. 'Put your arms round them again,' she instructed her. Reluctantly Cassandra acquiesced, but this time her body was more relaxed, and it was easier for the baron to part the cheeks of her bottom, especially as Rupert was licking and nibbling on the nipples that his thumbs had aroused. Cassandra couldn't help but enjoy the shafts of pleasure his mouth engendered.

Watched by Katya, the baron inserted the end of a piece of thin rubber tubing in the opening where his finger had been and he pushed steadily until it reached the white line marked on it. By then, the pressure of the intrusion had overriden the sensations in Cassandra's breasts, and she had an increasing desire to have a bowel motion.

'Please, stop it!' she begged the baron, struggling to get up from her prone position, but Rupert pressed her torso down, at the same time as Françoise locked her arms tightly round Cassandra's knees so that she couldn't move her legs.

'Really Cassandra, I haven't started yet,' the baron said. 'Breathe through your mouth and relax, the feeling will quickly pass.' Almost weeping with fear, she carried out his instructions and slowly the desire eased. Carefully the baron reached round her and let his hand test the tension of her stomach muscles. Once they had slackened he allowed himself to press on the bulb and let the first gush of warm, soapy liquid flow into Cassandra's back passage.

Rupert felt her frantically heaving beneath his hands, and heard her gasps of discomfort and fear as her bowel began to cramp. 'I don't want to do this!' she cried, sobbing with terror. 'Please, don't make me.'

'No one's making you do anything, Cassandra. If you want to leave the house then you have only to say,' the baron replied coldly. There was a silence, and Katya waited breathlessly, certain that this time Cassandra would leave, but her opponent closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and didn't speak.

The baron smiled to himself. 'Excellent! Now, hold on for a few minutes, with muscles tightly clenched to keep the liquid in.' She did, trying not to think about what would follow. The cramps increased, but just when she thought she couldn't bear it any longer she was bundled off the couch and hustled into the tiny closet a few feet away where the door was closed on her and she could finally sit on the round toilet seat and allow her tortured muscles to relax and expel the soapy infusion.

When it had all been released she knew that she had to go back, that this time she would be expected to learn to take pleasure from the sensations, and it was only the thought of Katya that gave her the courage to progress to the next stage. When she came out of the door, pale and shaking but with her head held high, the baron's lips parted and he actually reached out to touch her softly on the side of her face. 'This time it will be good for you, my darling,' he promised. 'Your body learns so quickly to take satisfaction from stimulation, don't be afraid. The worst is over.'

Cassandra relaxed. He was pleased with her, and Katya's previously gloating face had turned sour with disappointment. She climbed back onto the couch, and lifted her breasts up towards Rupert's waiting hands as the baron began the process again.

This time he let the liquid enter her more slowly, and as she was filled by the warmth of it she felt a heaviness in her whole abdomen, a sweet, aching heaviness that rose up towards her breasts and filtered down between her tight thighs. She gave a small moan of desire, a moan that grew in intensity when the baron let his free hand play over the tight belly, his clever fingers skimming the highly sensitised surface and sending ripples of delight across it.

Katya was furious, furious with Cassandra for having the courage to survive the first part of her ordeal and furious with her lover because this second time there was no soap in the enema, it was only warm water, and she knew what a difference this made to the urgency of the need to expel the liquid, but she also knew she had to keep her rage to herself.

The wonderful, liquid pressure spread through Cassandra's body even as her stomach muscles began to protest against the amount of liquid that had now been inserted into her back passage, but this time when the bowel muscles started to cramp she could feel the excitement the baron had promised her, an excitement that came from knowing she was on the edge of pain, and she kept her muscles tightly contracted so that the pain could gradually intrude more into the pleasure.

The baron watched her body heave and contract and he let her decide for herself how long she wanted to hold on to the water he'd measured so carefully. He saw her mouth go slack as his fingers tickled and tantalised the twisting abdomen, and then her eyes widened as the pleasure and pain rushed together in one indescribable moment of dark forbidden ecstasy and then she lost control as she was swept by a rack-ingly intense orgasm that first tightened the muscles of her rectum and then released them causing the warm water to gush out of her while she writhed and arched with the shockingly harsh contractions of satisfaction until finally she slumped back against the couch, her body limp and exhausted.

The baron looked across her at Rupert, and was both surprised and amused to see that Cassandra's climax had proved too much for his friend who had lost control and ejaculated over her breasts as they'd pulsated beneath his hands. The baron's amusement was increased by the fact that Rupert was the one who was going to make love to Cassandra if she survived the test, but his lack of control had now taken that reward away from him.

Rupert sighed. 'She's just so incredible! The expression in her eyes when she realised what was happening to her was fantastic. To actually see her having to accept her body's shameless delight in what was to her such an act of perversion proved my undoing!'

'Then I must reluctantly take your place,' the baron laughed.

'What about me?' Katya demanded, putting a restraining hand on the baron's arm. 'I need you, Dieter. I want you inside me, now.'

'I'm sure Peter will oblige, my dear. Perhaps you should call him up to your room. I think I'll take Cassandra into the shower.'

Françoise watched the baron help Cassandra to her feet and lead her across the gymnasium and through into the glass panelled shower room. She hardly dared look at Katya, whose rage was almost murderous at times; instead she decided to go upstairs and play with Clara until Rupert had recovered sufficiently to attend to her himself.

White with fury, Katya left the gym, but she didn't intend to use Peter for her pleasure. Only the thought of inflicting some kind of pain could ease the rejection she'd just suffered, and it would be Lucy who would receive the benefit of her frustrated anger. Fortunately she still had enough sense left to have Peter there as well. He would act as the restraining influence she'd need after what had happened.

Cassandra hardly knew where she was and when the warm water from the shower began to cascade down over her she jumped with alarm. The baron smiled and put his hands on her shoulders. 'It's only the shower, little one. Relax, and I'll attend to the soaping for you.' As his hands slid over her, spreading the lather carefully across her sweat-soaked skin and into all the folds of her body, she allowed herself to be lost in the joy of having him actually caring for her. When his hands moved between her thighs and soaped her there she thought she might faint at the contrast of the gentle pleasure he was giving her now compared to the sharp, jolting spasms of pain-streaked ecstasy he had given her earlier.

She closed her eyes, letting his hands take over entirely, marvelling at the way her body expanded beneath his touch. He covered her in sweet-scented lather and then took a sponge and washed the lather away by constantly squeezing it across her flesh, until finally the water that ran down her body was clear. Then he turned, threw the sponge away and pressed his own damp and naked body against hers, moulding himself into her as he edged her into the corner of the shower before easing her feet off the ground and up the backs of his legs.

With the water still cascading down on them she wrapped her arms round his neck and felt the tip of his penis nudging at the entrance to her vagina moving almost blindly around for a few moments before forcing her sex lips apart and then he was thrusting into her, and she felt his hands brush the wet strands of hair off her face.

'Look at me,' he whispered urgently. 'I want you to look at me while I fuck you. Open your eyes, my darling. Let me see into your soul.'

She opened her eyes, and he was able to see the ecstasy in them as he moved slowly and carefully within her, but even when the pleasure started to peak and her pelvic muscles tightened making her inner walls contract around him, he still couldn't see into her soul. Despite everything that had happened that day there was still a barrier there. She'd passed through shame and humiliation into a new world of previously unimaginable eroticism but her eyes showed nothing of this new knowledge. They were still clear and pure, and he had to see her new self-awareness reflected in them before he could be content.

His movements increased, his hips began to move faster and their soaking bodies met and parted at a frantic pace until Cassandra's eyes finally widened with the onset of her sexual release. Then the baron grasped her hips, bringing her against him with tremendous force so that she cried out as he too joined her in a spine-tingling orgasm.

For a few, infinitely precious seconds, Cassandra felt the baron's arms close round her and he held her protectively against him, but all too soon the arms were removed, the shower turned off and he was once again as remote and detached as the first day she'd set eyes on him.

'You did well, my darling,' he congratulated her, as they wrapped themselves in the soft warm towels that had been left outside the shower cabinet by a servant. 'Didn't I tell you that it would be good?'

Cassandra nodded, not wanting to admit just how good it had felt, nor how much this widening range of sensual experiences was feeding her appetite for yet further stimulation.

'Do you remember that I mentioned a party?' he continued, rubbing himself briskly dry and quickly pulling on his clothes while Cassandra lingered in the soft warmth of the towel.

'Yes,' she admitted.

'I thought it would have a grandiose theme. I shall invite a lot of friends, seventy or eighty perhaps, and it will be based on a Roman orgy. What do you think?' His eyes were amused as he waited for her response.

'I think it would be very exciting,' she replied carefully.

'Yes, but especially since I shall arrange for an extra touch, something special to start the party off well. Shall I tell you what that is to be?' Cassandra nodded. 'A slave auction, and I shall invite volunteers to be the slaves. What do you think?'

She wrapped the towel more tightly round her. 'I imagine you'll have plenty of volunteers.'

'But will you be one, Cassandra?'

Cassandra shook her head. 'No, I don't think so.'

He smiled kindly at her. 'I rather thought that would be your answer, but it isn't the one I wanted, so I shall just have to change your mind before the night of the party.'

'By force? That's hardly the way to get genuine volunteers,' she replied with a calmness that was contradicted by her quickening heartbeat.

'Not by force, Cassandra, but by kindness. In the end I usually get my own way by one means or another. This time, since as you rightly point out the victims are to be volunteers, it will have to be by kindness! Now, time to rest. You look totally exhausted. I will make your excuses at dinner tonight and you must sleep.'

With a final disarming smile he turned and left her, still wrapped in the towel and totally unsettled by the images he'd implanted in her mind. But despite her unease she slept deeply and peacefully, while unknown to her the other participants in the afternoon's game watched the entire episode again on the large television set in the corner of the drawing room.

As he watched Cassandra's final spasms of pleasure on the couch, the baron knew that he had to get her to volunteer for the slave auction, and he also knew exactly how he would bring about her capitulation. The thought of what he would do so excited him that he took the already exhausted and abused Lucy to bed with him and Katya for the rest of the night, and surprised even his mistress by the violence of his excesses on both the servant girl and Katya herself.

When the three of them awoke in the tangled heap late the next morning, the baron could hardly wait for his siege on Cassandra to begin.

Cassandra was surprised to find that for most of the following day she was alone in the house except for the servants. Rupert, Françoise, Clara and the twins went out sightseeing, while Katya and the baron visited some friends who were in London en route to America.

It was strange to have time to herself, and as she wandered from room to room, memories flooded back of some of the extraordinary things that had happened to her since her arrival. She had difficulty in remembering the person she'd been when she applied for the job, but she knew that she could never revert to the person she'd been then and this disturbed her.

In the middle of the afternoon she took a telephone call from Helena and Christina. The little girls both sounded highly excited, and Helena chattered on about their skiing and the various friends they'd played with. It sounded a far more normal and suitable life than the one they lived in their father's house, but they were still anxious to see him again.

'Tell Papa we're coming home on Sunday afternoon,' shouted Helena, apparently imagining that her voice had to be loud enough to cover the distance between Austria and England. 'He will be there waiting for us, won't he?'

'Yes, I'm sure he will,' Cassandra replied diplomatically.

'Are you lonely without us?' asked her charge.

Cassandra smiled. 'Of course I am.'

'Is it boring?'

She was glad that the child couldn't see how she blushed at the question. 'A little bit,' she lied, 'but I've been making the most of the sunshine and having rather a lazy time so I'm quite spoilt really.'

'We'll see you soon,' Helena yelled, and then hung up. Cassandra had only just replaced the receiver when Katya and the baron returned.

'Helena telephoned,' Cassandra informed him, trying not to remember how his hands had felt as they'd soaped her so intimately the previous night.

'When are they coming back?' he asked.

'Sunday afternoon, and she was very anxious that you were going to be here.'

'Sunday? In that case, the party must be Friday night. Katya, start telephoning the invitations around. I know it's short notice, but most of them will come.'

'What day is it today?' asked Cassandra, for whom time in the real world had ceased to have much meaning.

'Tuesday, so I have little time to find my volunteers!' The baron laughed. Katya gave him a small, intimate smile and Cassandra shivered. She'd forgotten his promise to persuade her into volunteering to be a slave at the party and, although he'd stressed he'd get her to change her mind by kindness, the look he'd exchanged with Katya made her very nervous.

Again she was surprised when the baron and his mistress disappeared upstairs, and even when the others returned from their sightseeing they didn't linger to talk but went off to their rooms. It was as though they were all trying to isolate her, but without any unkind word being spoken or any indication given of how she might have offended them.

At dinner that night the conversation was muted. Rupert and the baron spoke of old school friends and discussed the skiing scene, while the women kept mainly silent, even the normally irrepressible Françoise. When Cassandra attempted to talk about what the children had been doing in Austria she was met with a wall of silence.

'I don't really think any of us are very interested in the children,' Katya said at last. 'As long as they're happy that's all that matters.'

Cassandra was annoyed. 'I think it's important that someone takes an interest in them. Children need to know they're special to someone.'

'Well, that's why you're here isn't it, Cassie dear,' Katya responded, and Cassandra fell silent.

When the meal was over she was again excluded as the baron and Katya challenged Rupert and Françoise to a game of bridge, but when she decided to go to her room, the baron was quick to stop her. 'We won't be long, Cassandra. Why not read a book down here. There are plenty in the bookcase over there.' He pointed to a glass-fronted cupboard, stacked with books, but the only time Cassandra had ever tried to look inside it, it had been locked.

Since it was clear she was expected to remain downstairs she did as he'd suggested. This time it was open. All the volumes were leather bound, and she quite expected to find first editions of rare works, but instead every one she opened was a work of erotica. Some of the books were of eastern origin, others from South America or Scandinavia, but they were all startlingly explicit. She chose one at random, quickly closed the bookcase again, then returned to her seat. When she bent her head to read, she knew that they were all aware of the contents of the book, and she was glad that her hair was long and concealed her expression from the watching eyes.

Rupert, whose turn it was to sit out, watched her with interest as she leafed through the pages, stopping now and again to read some of the passages or study one of the more incredible photographs or drawings. He wished that Clara had been more like Cassandra. Françoise had enjoyed the girl, and he was grateful for anything that kept his wife happily occupied for a time, but she had never been to his taste; he would have been as eager as Françoise if he'd been given the opportunity to tutor someone like the young woman opposite him.

The more Cassandra read the more uncomfortable she felt. She was no longer an innocent, capable of being shocked by the perversions within the covers of the book, but instead a young woman whose body was now stimulated by such material, and when she studied the photos of couples engaged in various stages of bizarre but arousing copulation she imagined herself and the baron in their places.

After a time she forgot the others in the room, forgot all about the game of bridge being played out so sedately in front of her, and became lost in the imagined delights her mind conjured up from the reading material. At last the game was over. The baron and Katya had won and he stretched happily. 'A good game! Rupert, Katya tells me that she will be joining you two tonight so I think Cassandra shall come in with me. What do you think, Cassandra?'

They all turned to her, but she hadn't heard a word he'd said. Françoise laughed. 'Not quite the kind of bookworm I originally mistook her for! Cassandra, Dieter was speaking to you.'

At the sound of their collective laughter, Cassandra came out of her trance and looked up. 'I'm sorry?'

'Katya is joining Rupert and Françoise for the night, my dear. I wish you to join me,' the baron said patiently. He could see from her flushed cheeks and over-bright eyes that the book had already begun its work on her, which was exactly what he had intended.

Cassandra couldn't believe that she was actually to spend a night on her own in the huge circular bed he normally shared with Katya, and she waited for a testing condition to be added, but nothing else was said and with a rising sense of exhilaration she followed him up to the bedroom. Once there he threw himself fully clothed onto the bed and reached for the TV handset. 'Let's see what the others get up to, shall we?' he suggested.

In amazement, Cassandra saw Rupert and Franchise's room come to life on the television screen, and she gasped as their conversation echoed clearly round the room. 'Do they know you can see them?' she asked in amazement.

'Katya knows. As for the other two, well they might have guessed. Rupert knows how I have to be in control, and he'd probably see the camera although it's as well concealed as possible.'

'Are all the bedrooms bugged?' she asked, her dismay obvious.

'Except for this room, every room in the house is covered by my security system. I have a video-tape of your first initiation, we must watch it some time. I think you'd find it interesting.'

Cassandra was horrified. 'What about the gym? Did the camera see what happened there the first time, when I was with Katya and Françoise?'

He smiled. 'Of course. In fact, I watched most of that live.'

'So that's how you've always known everything about me! I think that's vile. How would you like your privacy invaded all the time?'

'I wouldn't, but this is my house, and as for privacy I think that once you agree to enter into the area of group sex and knowingly perform in front of an audience, you yourself forfeit your right to privacy'

'But I didn't at first! I didn't know anything at the start, and you were already filming me.'

He sighed. 'I do hope you're not going to make a scene, my darling. We have the whole night in front of us, with nothing but pleasure and excitement in store. Why spoil it with an argument?'

Cassandra wondered how she could explain to him that she felt betrayed. That even when she'd been with him and his friends it had only been for him, and that the thought of her actions being video-taped so that people could amuse themselves watching it at a later date was almost unbearable because it brought her face to face with her own moral decline.

'I don't want to see what you've done to me, and I don't want other people to see,' she protested.

He reached up a hand and pulled her down beside him. 'I haven't "done" anything to you that you didn't want done, Cassandra. I knew the moment I saw you that you'd enjoy being part of this household, and your enjoyment has grown with every new experience. At the moment you still seem to be experiencing some kind of shame about what's happened to you, but that too will pass. It has to pass if you're to remain here with me. You're nearly there, Cassandra. You've nearly played the game to the full. Don't start backing out now. I want you to succeed.'

His dark eyes looked almost black with intensity and she trembled, trapped by their magnetic power. 'I won't be a slave for you,' she whispered. 'I can't degrade myself like that, not even for you.'

He pretended not to have heard. 'Look, my darling. Don't you want to see how Katya gets her thrills?'

Against her will, Cassandra's eyes were drawn to the screen. Katya was standing upright against one of the bedposts, her hands bound round the post behind her. A piece of black velvet ribbon was wound round her neck and the bedpost, preventing her from lowering her head at all.

'She loves pain,' the baron explained in a bored tone. 'It's quite common for both sexes to enjoy a mixture of pain and pleasure, as you yourself have learnt, but Katya's desires have moved ever onwards. She can take incredible pain, so much in fact that I no longer wish to inflict it. Unfortunately she also desires to inflict as much pain on other, less masochistically minded people. There is naturally amusement to be found from such incidents, but always within strict controls, and Katya no longer wishes to accept the controls necessary for safety and mutual satisfaction. In other words, she is becoming a danger.

'I enjoy my life. I am happy with the entertainments I can arrange to fulfil my desires, but I need the right companion for life to be complete. Katya no longer seems the right companion, yet until I find a replacement she must stay. Volunteer to be one of the slaves, Cassandra. Take part in the final entertainment, play the role well, and you will be the one to remain while Katya goes.'

He pressed a hand tenderly into the nape of her neck and let his fingers massage the muscles there. 'Say yes, Cassandra. Tell me you'll volunteer.'

'No,' Cassandra said firmly. 'If Katya's like you say, I'd be at her mercy for an entire evening, because you wouldn't intervene to save me, would you?'

'Perhaps not,' he conceded.

'I can't do it. I can't face a room full of strangers, chained up and then treated like some chattel because I've no doubt that's what it will be like until I've no shred of dignity or self-respect left. I simply can't.'

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and saw how close to tears she was. 'Never mind that for now, let's watch,' he said urgently, and she felt his arm go across her back as Françoise came into view of the camera.

She too was naked, and she knelt on the floor in front of Katya, closing her mouth around the other woman's sex and working her tongue frantically round the inner crevices while Katya's hips thrust forward as much as her restraints would allow. The baron pressed another button and the picture moved into close-up, showing them clearly how Françoise was thrusting her tongue inside Katya, then bringing it out and swirling the juices around the whole area until the fastened woman's thighs were trembling with delight and her little cries of excitement rang loudly in Cassandra's ears.

In the meantime, Rupert was kneading Katya's breasts, his hands rough as he pushed them up and together, pinching at the nipples from time to time until they were swollen and red. Then he produced a small flexible cane and drew it across the heaving breasts, letting it linger across the nipples while Katya's breathing quickened and she moaned with delight.

Cassandra watched the visible signs of Katya's arousal and felt her own excitement beginning again. The book she'd read earlier had made her breasts feel heavy and her stomach tighten, now the same thing was happening again only more obviously and the sight of Katya's heaving breasts and slack mouth was incredibly arousing.

'Rupert's making her wait a long time!' the baron laughed, pulling Cassandra's blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and then reaching for the buttons. Cassandra quickly unfastened the buttons herself, and when she unclipped her bra and her breasts were finally free, she almost gasped with relief.

The baron enclosed a breast in his right hand, but continued to watch the screen. Suddenly, Rupert raised his arm and brought the cane down sharply across the top of Katya's breasts, right through the middle of the already engorged nipples. Katya screamed in delight, her body jerked convulsively against its bonds and then as the tremors began to die away Françoise let her teeth nip at the tender flesh of Katya's inner lips and this brought forth a second scream of pain-filled satisfaction from Katya, whose body heaved so violently that Cassandra wondered if the bonds would hold.

While she was still shuddering from the climaxes, Rupert pushed his wife out of the way and stood in front of the bound woman. Then he pulled a rubber sheath on over his erection. The sheath was thick, with large, protruding nodules all down the shaft, and Cassandra shivered at the thought of having it pushed inside her. Although the velvet ribbon round her neck prevented Katya from seeing exactly what Rupert was doing, Françoise was whispering in her ear, obviously describing the sheath in detail, and she was whimpering frantically for him, again trying to thrust her pelvis forward.