Cassandra's Conflict (29 page)

'Well, Cassandra, here you are then,' the baron's voice said in her ear. She came to an abrupt halt as Katya handed the chain over to her lover. 'I hope you weren't too uncomfortable while you were waiting upstairs. Let's have that blindfold off now, then you can have a good look at us all.'

When the black band was removed, her eyes found it difficult to adjust, and she blinked at the blurred figures gathered round her, while gold spots danced in front of her eyes. Slowly her vision corrected itself, and she was able to make out the baron, whose eyes were wide and amused, and Katya, Françoise, Rupert and three couples she'd never seen before who were all staring at her with greedy intensity.

They were in a corner of the ballroom, and there were comfortable velvet-covered chairs for those who wished to sit, all set around a long brocaded couch, the width of a double bed, on which a male slave was already kneeling.

Cassandra realised it was Anton from upstairs but neither of them dared show any sign of recognition and despite his previous excitement over the evening, he now looked almost as apprehensive as Cassandra felt. The noise around them was still deafening as bidding for the new batch of girls began, but Cassandra tried not to think about anyone else in the room. She had to pretend that this was just another group sex session and she could only do that by blotting out the rest of the party in the ballroom.

Slowly the baron held out his hand, and in its palm lay two small silver keys. He took one and unfastened her wrists with it, then used the other to remove the padlocks from her breasts, but he still left her fastened between her thighs.

One of the new women in their group drew close to Cassandra and caressed her breasts, her fingers making the webbing cling even more firmly to them as she watched the nipples rise instantly at her touch. 'She is lovely,' she said to the baron with a smile. 'No wonder you wanted her so badly'

He smiled at Cassandra, then pulled the webbing apart where the padlocks had previously secured it until her nipples were fully exposed, their pink hardness accentuating the pallor of the small amount of her breasts that could be seen.

The ballroom was hot, and bodies pressed against her from surrounding groups who were still bidding for their own slaves. Cassandra felt dizzy and wished that she could sit on the couch, but for the moment she seemed destined to stand in front of them all while they took enjoyment merely from looking.

Françoise handed her a tall glass of colourless liquid with ice cubes in it. 'Drink this, Cassandra. It will cool you down,' she promised, feeling the warmth of the younger woman's skin beneath her touch as she pressed a hand against Cassandra's spine. Cassandra drank gratefully, but when her thirst was eased and she tried to stop, Françoise insisted that she drain it all.

When she'd finally complied, Katya came round behind her to unfasten the buckle at her back that held the webbing around her breasts in place, but the material stayed put, stuck there by her nervous perspiration. Rupert was the one who stepped forward and peeled it off her, and as he did so there was a groan from the kneeling Anton.

Cassandra looked down at him, and realised that his penis was still covered by the leather sheath and strapped firmly in place so that although she was arousing him, he was unable to have the erection his body was demanding.

'Be silent!' the baron ordered sharply, and to Cassandra's surprise he flicked the luckless young man's lower belly hard with a tiny whip. The leather sheath visibly strained against the thongs, but they held firm and this time he bit his lip to prevent himself from making another sound.

'Get on the couch, Cassandra, and lie on your back so that Anton's between your legs,' the baron said. She felt very sorry for the young male slave but quickly obeyed. 'Now, Anton, you may lick her breasts,' the baron continued smoothly. 'She likes to have them sucked hard.'

Cassandra's belly contracted with fear as Anton bent over her. There were so many faces round them, so many people watching with visible excitement that she wanted to die from shame, and yet once his tongue began to move across her nipples she felt the pulse in the side of her neck start to quicken and the by now familiar tension began to grow inside her.

Although his penis was encased in the sheath, the rest of Anton's body was totally nude, and when he leant over her to lave her breasts, his testicles brushed against her lower abdomen, adding to her excitement. Her legs began to move restlessly on the couch, and seeing this the baron swiftly unfastened the final padlock so that now they could all see how the fine webbing had been drawn into her increasingly moist flesh moulding against her vulva and he couldn't resist drawing a finger lightly up the middle of her outer lips, feeling her moisture spreading through the material as he did so.

Above Cassandra, Anton was sucking hard on her breasts, moving his head slowly back to extend the tiny nipples to their limit and then letting them ease back into place. This, coupled with the feel of the baron's finger against her tightly confined sex, caused her flesh to quicken in response and with shaming speed her body abruptly bunched and then arched in a quick climax.

Cassandra heard Katya laugh. 'How shameless, Cassandra, and in front of all these strangers as well!' She pressed the palm of her hand between the girl's parted thighs and heard the quick intake of breath. 'Never mind, I'm sure there are plenty more where that came from. We paid enough for you, the very least you can do is display stamina in return.'

'What about Anton?' a woman's voice asked.

Cassandra stared up at the blond young man still crouched above her, his face a twisted mask of excitement and discomfort. 'I hope they take that thing off me soon,' he muttered to her.

Almost before he'd spoken he gave a genuine cry of pain as the baron's whip came down on his naked buttocks. 'I don't remember telling you to speak,' he commented with deceptive gentleness. 'What do the rest of you think? Should we release him?'

'I think we'd better,' Rupert commented with wry amusement. 'He might suffer irreparable damage if we don't, and somehow I can't see his wife being very pleased if that were to happen.'

'Keep still then,' cautioned the baron, and then hands were fumbling with the thongs, the sheath was removed and at last Anton's erection was allowed to spring free. He shut his eyes in relief as it straightened from its tight imprisonment, then flinched as he felt women's hands fondling his testicles and the delicate flesh of the perineum. His penis hardened painfully, but he still hadn't been given permission to move from where he was crouched above Cassandra.

'Let's take bets on how long he'll last before he comes,' a man's voice suggested, and there followed a quick exchange of times, and wagers were placed.

'Sit up, Cassandra,' the baron said. 'The result will all depend on your skill and his self control. I've placed my money on a quick ejaculation, so please remember that when you're working on him!'

Cassandra sat upright, and at once the full ignominy of her position was brought home to her. Everyone in the baron's group was now partly unclothed and in varying degrees of arousal, but their eyes were all fixed on her and Anton and the expressions in those eyes were both excited and malicious, making her wonder what lay ahead of her before the night was finally over.

'Use your mouth on him,' the baron said. 'No hands, nothing at all except your mouth. Incidentally, Anton quite likes a little pain to spur him towards his release.'

A stopwatch was produced, and Cassandra quickly began. Anton was still on all fours and so hard and engorged that she felt certain it would only be a matter of a minute or two before he came. What she hadn't bargained on was Katya whispering to Anton that she'd bet on a longer time than the baron, and Anton was obsessed with Katya so he was now determined to last as long as possible.

Cassandra began as she'd been taught, sliding her tongue beneath the sensitive skin below the glans, then flicking it more firmly up and down the shaft before sucking on the tip and letting her tongue swirl along the slit at the top.

His body grew tense and his chest heaved, but to her amazement he managed to withhold his climax so long that she heard the baron click his tongue with irritation. Then she remembered his final words and all at once she changed her approach. Instead of the softly sliding, gentle pressure of lips and tongue, the head of Anton's penis was abruptly nipped with unbelievable delicacy between Cassandra's teeth, and a white streak of pain shot through the bliss he was experiencing. His hips thrust forward until he touched the back of her throat, and as she instinctively gagged and fought to find her rhythm again, the delicate underside of his glans slipped backwards against the top of her bottom teeth, and this final edge of pain brought the sperm rushing up through his shaft and he ejaculated violently into her mouth, hips pumping furiously until every last drop had been expelled.

'Excellent!' the baron applauded. 'I win, I believe. Well done, Cassandra. You may both change into more comfortable positions for a moment.' Cassandra opened her mouth to speak but then stopped, uncertain if it was allowed. He raised an eyebrow. 'You have a question?'

'I need to use the bathroom,' she murmured. 'No one had the key before.'

'Of course not, the key was in my possession all along. You may use it, Cassandra, but not until you've managed to coax another climax from our young friend here. That should add a spur to your efforts, I imagine. He must of course have a brief rest first, so while he does we will turn our attention to you. In view of what you've just told us, I think you should lie on your front this time.'

As Cassandra hesitated, members of the group surged forward, their hands reaching out hungrily for her and she was bundled onto her stomach until she was lying spread-eagled across the width of the couch with four people holding on to her wrists and ankles. In the meantime, Anton was made to stand at the foot of the couch to watch.

'Such lovely skin,' commented Rupert, his hands gliding down Cassandra's spine. 'I've always wanted a pleasure slave. Pass me some of the oil, Françoise.' Cassandra heard the sound of a stopper being removed, and then Rupert's hands were back on her skin and he was massaging the oil in. His fingers were lighter than the baron's had been when he'd massaged her, and more tantalising because her muscles longed for a deep massage rather than the soft, insidious touching that merely kindled the beginnings of desire.

While he worked, the people holding her wrists and ankles let their hands roam over her limbs. Some touched her lightly, stroking her as though she were a baby while others used their hands more roughly, kneading the calves of her legs and squeezing and stretching her fingers and toes. The entire surface area of the back of her body was soon alive with the different sensations, and she couldn't help but wriggle against the brocade of the couch, trying to press down and ease the deepening ache in her lower abdomen.

Her breasts tingled as well, and the nipples stayed tightly erect because of the friction of her movements against the couch. Now and again someone would slide a hand beneath her armpits and fondle her breasts, but never for long enough to satisfy the need the constant touching was arousing in her.

Eventually, Rupert's hands ceased their ministrations and then everyone else stopped touching her too, but they maintained their grip on her wrists and ankles. She tried to lift her head to see what was going to happen next, but the baron ordered her curtly to keep her head face down on the couch.

The seconds grew into minutes and still her outstretched body waited. There was a soft murmur of voices, but the words were indistinguishable and she grew tense with anticipation. Every fibre of her body was knotted with nervous expectation, and the group looked down on her body, which was trembling with fear, and their own excitement increased.

Carefully, the baron positioned a glass bottle with a long slim neck about two feet above Cassandra's back and then he gradually tilted it, watching the ice-cold water flow along the opening until at last it met the glass stopper in the end. This had a small hole which allowed only a single drop to pass through at a time. In absolute silence his party watched the first clear ice-cold drop pass through the stopper and fall onto the slave girl's unsuspecting back.

As the freezing liquid hit her oiled and over-heated skin, Cassandra gasped with shock and her body bowed inwards, pressing her into the couch even more deeply. 'Keep your face down,' the baron reminded her, and then she knew that more drops would follow. They did, but at first the intervals between them were long and she lay in a turmoil of expectation, wanting the feel of the cool liquid yet dreading the shock at the moment it hit her.

As she became more accustomed to the waiting, the drops were allowed to fall more frequently, and then hands spread her tightly clenched buttocks apart and her legs were stretched more widely to enable the water to be dropped into the revealed crevice, making the flesh pucker and the small round opening contract against the sensation.

Her whole body leapt with each droplet that was poured into this shamingly exposed crease, and her desire grew and grew until she began to whimper with need. As soon as they heard her muted cries, the hands turned her on her back, but immediately the blindfold was replaced so that she still couldn't see where or when the water would touch her.

Now the droplets fell on her hot, tight breasts, trickling down the gentle swell of them and wandering over her ribcage and along the sides of her waist onto the couch below. Then the bottle was moved and with great accuracy the baron let a drop spill into the dip of her navel. Her whole stomach contracted sharply as it landed, and her abdominal muscles continued to ripple uneasily as her body waited for a second drop to follow, but instead he let several drops fall across the gentle swell of her stomach, watching them run in tiny rivers towards the join in her outstretched thighs.

By preventing Cassandra from seeing what was happening, the baron knew that Cassandra's other senses would become more sharply tuned and she chewed on her lip as his blissful torture continued. When the water actually reached her pubic curls, she let out a moan of relief and her hips writhed to try and get the water to move onto her vulva, that was swollen with excitement.