Cassandra's Conflict (12 page)

'Lovely! Off we go then. She'll be pleased to see us!'

Cassandra felt that Katya was rather overdoing Lucy's plight. After all, the rooms in the house were large and comfortable and at least this was giving Lucy a day off. But when they'd climbed to the top floor of the house, where it was much darker than the floor where Cassandra slept, and Peter turned the key in the door so that they could walk into the gloomy room, she began to feel more nervous, and Katya's obvious excitement was worrying.

With the shutters closed and locked against the outside world it was difficult to make out the bed, but gradually Cassandra's eyes adjusted to the gloom and she finally saw the outline of a narrow, high bed with iron bedposts set beneath the window and on it, lying spread-eagled face down, was Lucy.

'Guess what, Lucy,' Katya said, dropping her voice to a silky whisper. 'We've brought you something to drink.'

Cassandra walked across the uncarpeted floor, which contrasted starkly with the luxury of her own room, and placed the tray carefully on the small table beside the bed. A ray of light pierced the heavy wooden shutters, and with a cry Cassandra realised that not only was Lucy naked but also her wrists and ankles were fastened to the four posts by handcuffs, while across the middle of her back there was a thick leather strap, pressing cruelly into her flesh, and this strap was fastened at the sides by buckles at the edge of the bedframe.

The young maid's hips and buttocks were raised up despite the strap, and when Peter finally turned on the dim bulb that hung unshaded from the socket in the ceiling she realised that beneath Lucy's stomach was a small, hard velvet cushion. Lucy stared up at Cassandra with scared eyes. 'I don't want a drink,' she whispered. 'Please don't let her give me one.'

'Now then, Lucy, it's very kind of us to come and see you,' Katya said in honeyed tones and she moved quickly to the bed to stare down at the tightly imprisoned girl. 'Let's see how you're doing, shall we?' she continued, and Cassandra watched as the older woman slid one tiny hand beneath Lucy's stomach, inserting it between the cushion and the girl's shrinking flesh, pushing her fingers deeply into the soft area above Lucy's pubic bone.

Lucy gave a cry of pain, but she couldn't arch away because the strap allowed her no movement at all.

'How full you feel,' Katya murmured, her eyes glittering as she lifted Lucy's head by her hair. 'Now, drink this water. Do as I say or the baron will be angry. Cassandra, put the straw in the glass, poor Lucy can't lift her head very well. Now suck, Lucy, suck hard and empty the glass.'

At first the young maid refused, her eyes dull with misery she simply let the straw rest between her teeth and refused to drink, but then Peter crossed the room and when he came to the small basin where Lucy washed in the mornings he turned on one of the taps and the sound of the water trickling down the plug galvanised the girl into action. Frantically she sucked on the liquid, drinking so fast that she nearly choked, and Katya kept her hold on her hair so that her neck was taut and they could all watch the water making its way down towards her already full bladder. Only when the glass was empty did Peter turn off the tap and the torturing sounds stopped.

'She needs to pee,' Katya explained to a stunned Cassandra. 'Because she let Christina wet the bed she has to go all day without using the bathroom. The strap keeps her bladder pressed against the cushion so that she can't find any respite from the discomfort. Every time she drinks the pressure increases, as she knows very well. By the end of the day making her drink will be very difficult indeed, but we'll manage. Peter has done this before.'

'But that's wicked!' Cassandra said, feeling sick. 'It wasn't her fault that Christina wet the bed. All small children do. Besides, how can you ...'

'She must learn to discipline herself and then she can discipline others. You remember Dieter told you that! Anyway, after a time there's an indescribable pleasure to be gained from this. Lucy knows that, she remembers Abigail I'm sure, don't you darling?' And once again the tiny hand insinuated itself beneath the body that was straining against its bonds. For a moment Katya's fingers stayed still before pressing with knowing cruelty into the flinching belly of the tortured maid.

As Lucy cried out, begging for release from the wicked strap that was forcing her against the unrelenting velvet cushion, Cassandra realised that she was getting terrible sick excitement from seeing the frantic helpless girl, particularly from the sight of the tightly fastened legs trembling in their attempts to lift the body slightly so that the back of her thigh muscles shook with the strain.

Cassandra's own muscles tightened, and the love balls moved within her, rolling together with an audible click that made Katya stare sharply at her and then a knowing smile parted her delicate mouth. 'You see,' she said gleefully. 'I told you it was exciting, and it is. You can feel it too, can't you?'

Cassandra was so over-stimulated by the pressure of the heavy globes within her and the sight of the imprisoned girl that her stomach felt as though it had a tiny snake within it, coiling and slithering around inside her, shifting the heavy ache from one part of her abdomen to another.

'Touch her,' Katya urged her. 'Feel Lucy for yourself. Feel how tight she is, and she's aroused. The cushion's damp with her love juices. See for yourself.'

Cassandra hesitated, but then she saw the amusement in Katya's eyes and knew that the other woman didn't expect her to obey. Ignoring poor Lucy's pleas, she eased her hand beneath the girl, and when Lucy's flesh leapt and jerked Cassandra's middle finger accidentally brushed where the girl's swollen clitoris was pressing against the cushion and Lucy gave a cry of protest.

'No! No, please! I can't hold back if you do that. Please, please don't touch me there.'

Katya's eyes were dark with anger, but she could do nothing because of the ever-present camera. Her fury could only be taken out on the hapless Lucy, and so she poured another half tumbler of water and told Peter to force it down the maid before he left, then signalled for Cassandra to follow her out of the room. The last sounds Cassandra heard were the young maid's cries of anguish as Peter carried out his orders.

It was impossible for Cassandra to get the thought of Lucy out of her head. She'd never touched a woman intimately before, and the memory of her finger trailing across the wretched girl's protruding, damp clitoris and the frantic response of the debased tissue gave her the strangest feeling of both power and pleasure. Every time she remembered it, her own inner muscles tightened, and at once the love balls would press against the sides of her extended vagina until she could scarcely breathe from the rising pressure within her.

Before she and the girls went riding that afternoon, Cassandra finally had to visit the bathroom, unable to postpone relieving her own bladder any longer. As she sat down the balls rolled towards the front of her inner passage, and frissons of delight rippled upwards through her body. It was almost impossible to relax her muscles enough to pass water, and she sat there for what seemed an eternity, breathing slowly through her open mouth until some of the rigidity of pent-up passion dissolved and then at last she was able to relieve the dull ache that had been increasing all the morning. As she felt the hot urine spurting from her she thought of Lucy and shivered as she suddenly realised that one day the baron might punish her in a similar way.

When she followed the excited girls down to the paddock she knew that Peter was watching her closely, and for one terrible moment it occurred to her that he knew about the fiendish love balls the baron had left inside her, but she quickly dismissed the idea. 'How's Lucy?' she asked quietly.

Peter glanced over his shoulder to see if Katya was anywhere near. 'She's almost hysterical. I've just been in with some coffee, and she knew that was an irritant. I had dreadful trouble getting her to swallow it.'

'How long will she stay like that?'

'Not much longer now. We'll probably set her free after the ride.'

Cassandra swallowed hard, her mouth dry. She was ashamed to realise that she wanted to be there to see Lucy when she was released, although she didn't fully understand why.

Helena and Christina were obviously at home on their ponies, and although Peter walked at the head of Christina's pony, holding it firmly by the leading rein, she actually seemed more secure in the saddle than Helena, who occasionally slipped sideways before grabbing at the pommel on the sadle for safety.

Cassandra's horse was a light chestnut, with gentle eyes and a placid disposition but as soon as she was in the saddle and the horse began to move the love balls pressed so hard against her that she nearly flew off the leather and it was only the knowledge that Peter was watching her that kept her in her seat. Her tightening nub of pleasure was forced down against the leather, bumping against it and then lifting as the horse began to trot slowly round the paddock.

Moisture seeped out of Cassandra's secret opening, as she made despairing efforts not to climax while the relentless, arousing movements of the horse and the love balls forced the tight panties past her outer lips until they were sticking to the damp flesh that ran from her front opening to the other hole between her tight buttocks. There the material stuck fast in the moisture her own excited body had produced and every centimetre of the flesh between her thighs felt as though it was distending as the pressure grew and grew.

She was unaware of how her face was changing during this cruelly tantalising exercise the baron had devised, but Peter saw the flush rising in her normally pale cheeks, saw the pulse at the base of her throat beating wildly and watched as her legs gripped the horse's sides with trembling determination. Her breasts, encased today in a tight fitting camisole top, rose and fell with the horse's movements and as her excitement grew, her nipples distended until they were plainly visible to the lad through the sweat-damp, now semi-transparent material.

All at once Cassandra felt a change in her body. The many tongues of excited pleasure began to melt into one and the snake in her tense stomach began to uncurl. She realised with horror that if she didn't do something she would come, and there was no doubt in her mind that the baron with his uncanny skills would know and punish her accordingly. With the picture of Lucy so clear in her mind she couldn't let it happen and she pulled sharply on the reins, bringing the horse to an abrupt halt.

With the cessation of movement the snake settled down again. Her wickedly stimulated flesh had a brief respite and the jangled nerve ends began to settle. Ignoring the startled expression on Peter's face and the shouts of the girls, Cassandra stayed quite still until she was sure that it was safe to move and then slowly dismounted. As she crossed the paddock she met Katya coming towards her.

'How clever you are,' Katya said, who had been leaning over the narrow fence watching the girl struggle with herself. 'And I was so looking forward to being allowed to punish you myself. Ah well, it will come in time. Now, I think the children should have their tea and we will go and release Lucy from her confinement. I think you'll enjoy that, Cassandra.'

Cassandra's body was shaking with frustration, but she felt a keen sense of pride in foiling the other woman's expectations. As soon as the children had been passed to the nursery nurse for tea she went up the next flight of stairs and met Katya and Peter on the top landing.

The three of them went into the still dark room. Lucy had been moaning softly into her pillow, but fell silent at the sound of the door opening. 'Turn on the tap,' said Katya, and Peter obediently did so. Lucy buried her face deeper in the bed and as Cassandra moved closer she saw how the girl had tried so hard to pull up off the cushion that the leather strap across her back was buried deep in her soft flesh.

'It's nearly over, Lucy,' she told her, but Lucy only lifted her head for a moment and stared silently at Cassandra while tears rolled down her face.

Katya saw them and laughed. 'Tears, how divine! Poor, poor Lucy. But have you been good? That's the question.'

'Yes, yes!' Lucy said quickly.

'I must see for myself,' said Katya, and she knelt on the bed between the girl's parted legs and delicately brushed the fingers of one hand round the plump cheeks of the girl's bottom before slipping the hand, palm uppermost, under her and up onto the velvet cushion, her fingers probing into Lucy's bursting abdomen as she went.

Lucy cried out, pulling away so hard that the bed posts to which her ankles were fastened creaked in protest, but the manacles held firm and there was no escape.

'Yes, quite dry,' Katya said with apparent satisfaction. 'Now then Lucy, think about how lucky you are. In a moment you'll be able to relieve yourself, to let your bladder relax and feel that hot, burning liquid flow freely. What rapture, Lucy. How wonderful it will feel, and we'll be here to watch you spend yourself. We'll see the relief on your face, and watch your swollen little tummy relax as it releases its burden. I expect it will sound like the water you can hear now in the basin, don't you?'

All the time she was talking, her fingers were moving expertly across the girl's lower stomach and digging into her pubic mound, pulling down so that the overloaded bladder pressed against her hand. 'How much longer can you wait, Lucy? Five minutes? Fifteen minutes?'

'I can't wait! I can't wait!' the girl cried, her tears flowing faster. 'Turn the tap off, please. Oh God, help me!'

'Then just two minutes, Lucy, and in those two minutes I'll pleasure you, to make up for all this, yes?'

'No!' Lucy screamed, but Katya simply smiled up at Cassandra whose own face was hot and whose flesh was jumping almost as much as the wretched servant girl's. She watched as Katya's spare hand opened the cheeks of Lucy's bottom,and then one tiny finger was inserted into the puckered opening and almost imperceptibly moved from side to side while the hand beneath the trapped girl shifted lower to touch the clitoris which had been pressed against the velvet cushion for most of the day and throbbed beneath Katya's touch.