Cassandra's Conflict (13 page)

Katya kept both hands still for a moment, just long enough for Lucy to raise her head in expectation of release, and then with calculated cunning she moved all her fingers and the clitoris was stroked at the same time as Lucy's tight little anus was stimulated by the knowing finger and just as Katya had known she would be, Lucy was lost.

Cassandra watched with a dry mouth as the young girl's body was racked by an orgasm almost too intense to be pleasurable. The tight bonding holding her to the bed prevented her from enjoying the climax to its full while at the same time increasing the pressure on her bladder so that, like Abigail before her, after struggling all day, she lost control of her tortured bladder and her urine flooded from her in a hot stream, running down over the cushion that had wreaked such havoc on her body all day, then soaking the mattress as she lay sobbing with a mixture of intense orgasmic pleasure and the bitter knowledge of defeat.

'Turn her over,' Katya said harshly. Cassandra took a step back. She couldn't believe what she'd just seen, and knew that she ought to run away, get out of this house where such things seemed everyday occurrences, but she couldn't move because her breasts were full, desire was raging in her and she knew she was no different from the other two in the room.

Peter quickly undid the manacles and leather strap and turned the debased and humiliated girl onto her back where she lay silently, her legs still spread apart and her body slack after the shattering explosions that had just torn her apart.

'You failed, and for that you get flogged,' Katya said with relish. Lucy moaned but didn't attempt to move from the bed. Peter handed the baron's mistress a small piece of cord, split at the end into a miniature cat-o-nine-tails but without the lead at the ends. Katya raised her arm and brought the lash down over the young girl's unprotected and distended breasts. Cassandra's own breath drew in sharply at the sight of it falling on the lush body, and then she swallowed hard at the vivid red lines it left across the previously white globe.

Katya continued to punish Lucy, working her way across each breast, down her stomach and then across the inner thighs before she finally stopped, threw the lash away and crouched over the hapless girl. 'Now for the sweetness, my darling little Lucy,' she whispered and Cassandra was amazed to see a smile cross Lucy's lips as Katya bent her head and let her golden curls brush against Lucy's sex, moving her head from side to side until Lucy began to groan and press upwards whereupon Katya pressed the plump thighs apart and inserted her tongue into Lucy's pussy, darting it in and out in a quick, steady rhythm that within seconds had the servant girl's body convulsing in another orgasm and this time her body was free to arch and twist and she screamed with pleasure, all previous torture forgotten.

'There,' Katya said with satisfaction, cupping the girl's sex with her tiny hand and squeezing gently. 'Wasn't that good?'

'Yes, yes!' Lucy said eagerly.

'Would you like one more? From Peter this time?' Lucy nodded shyly, but as Peter began to strip off his denims and move towards the bed, Cassandra turned and fled. She'd seen enough. Her body was crawling with unsatisfied desire and the dark perverse pleasure that had invaded her earlier seemed only to have added an extra dimension to her need. It was a need for relief, but also a need for the baron. It had to be him. She couldn't imagine herself lying like Lucy, defiled, debased and then being satisfied by Katya and Peter. Without the baron there was no point in satisfaction. But with him there she knew now that anything was possible. Or she thought she knew that, because the truth was that she still had no idea what anything meant to a man like Dieter von Ritter.

The baron watched the screen closely, his eyes fixed on Cassandra as she suddenly turned and ran from the room where Peter was about to pleasure Lucy. 'You see,' Katya said triumphantly. 'She ran away.'

'Yes.'

'I admit I thought she was going to stay, but in the end she lost her nerve.'

'She stayed to watch you,' the baron pointed out. 'I wonder why it was Peter who drove her out?'

Katya shrugged. Motives didn't bother her, only results, and at last Cassandra had made a mistake.

'Has she touched herself today?' he asked languidly. 'Given herself relief?' Although the question was casual his eyes were sharp with interest.

'No,' Katya conceded reluctantly. 'We've watched her all the time, or had the cameras on her. She's been close once or twice, but she never came.'

'How wonderfully restrained, and what a fever pitch she must be in now,' he said with satisfaction. 'Where is she?'

'Waiting in her room. I told her that you would want to see her when you got home.'

He looked at his watch. 'It's now midnight. The love balls have been in for eighteen hours, and she's been horseriding and watched Lucy's agony and ecstasy. She must be more than ready for us. Come, it's time. Bring Peter too, but wait outside until I call you.'

'I thought she was never going to make a mistake,' Katya admitted, running a hand over the bulge in his slacks that she'd seen appearing as he'd watched the monitor.

'Mistake? Who says she's made one now? Perhaps I didn't want her to stay and watch Peter.'

'It was a step in her education,' Katya protested.

'No, it was a step in mine,' the baron corrected her. 'Remember, my darling, the rules are not the same this time. I'm looking for a different kind of winner. There, now you've had a hint, which is most unfair on Cassandra but after all we've known each other a long time.' He smiled smoothly at her, but she ignored that. Dieter's smiles meant no more than his kind words or his occasional moments of tenderness. The real Dieter was buried too deep for her or any other woman to find, but that didn't mean she was going to give him up. She just wondered what he meant by a different kind of winner.

Cassandra was lying flat on her back on the bed wearing only a robe when the baron entered her room. He didn't knock, but she hadn't expected him to. Quickly she sat up, her still innocent eyes looking questioningly at him.

'So, how did you enjoy the little toy?' he asked, sitting down next to her and opening her robe so that he could run his hands down her quivering body.

'I ... It was almost too much to bear,' she confessed. 'I kept wanting ...'

'Release?'

'No! I mean, yes, but not just any release. I wanted ...'

'Tell me,' he urged, and surprisingly he bent and kissed her gently on the lips.

'I wanted to feel your hands there,' she admitted, blushing scarlet.

'My hands? Well, that's good to hear! However, I think that tonight we must let someone else's hands enjoy you. I told you that you would become one of the family, and families mustn't be selfish. However much I treasure you, I have to let them share from time to time.'

He could see from the pain in her eyes how much he'd hurt her, but she didn't protest, simply continued to stare at him as though seeking some kind of answer in his eyes.

'First, I will remove the love balls,' he said reassuringly. 'I think they've tormented you long enough. Spread your thighs, darling girl.' As soon as he used those words again, Cassandra relaxed. She lay back and spread her legs so that he could hook a finger through the dangling loop of thread and then he pulled. He pulled slowly and steadily so that she felt them moving through her hot, moist channel and as they moved her arousal began afresh and she had a job not to pull away and get them removed quickly so that she didn't disgrace herself by climaxing at this last moment.

The baron watched her carefully, saw the tension in her and the way she parted her lips to breathe more steadily and he was pleased. As the second ball popped out, covered in the milky fluid she'd been secreting for so many hours, he lifted it to his mouth and sucked greedily on it, the taste of her exciting him more than he'd have believed possible after so many women.

'There, that's over for today!' He gave her swollen mons a tender squeeze and then forced himself to take his hands away. Tonight the other two would pleasure her while he gave instructions and watched.

He coughed, and immediately Katya and Peter entered. Cassandra sat up and watched them approach her. Peter was already naked and semi-aroused. The baron guessed that Katya had been fondling him outside the door and mentally deducted a point from her score. Peter, aware that he shouldn't be aroused at this stage, wouldn't meet his master's eye.

'Lie on your stomach, Cassandra,' the baron said quietly. She tensed, remembering Lucy and also feeling more vulnerable when she couldn't see what was happening. 'Quickly!' His voice had lost its caressing tone, and she obyed. 'Good. Now, lift your hips a moment while I slide this pillow beneath you. Excellent.'

The three of them looked down at Cassandra's tight, upthrust buttocks and Peter's erection was so urgent that the baron looked at him in amusement. 'Where's your self-control, tonight?' he asked mildly and, at a sign from him, Katya reached out and pinched Peter's testicles hard. The pain made him gasp and his erection diminished with great speed. The baron laughed. 'That's better. Now, here are some Thai beads. I want you to put them in her, Peter.'

Cassandra turned her head to look over her shoulder at the baron. 'What are Thai beads?' she asked nervously. He held up a rod covered with plastic beads. 'Look, they're tiny compared with the love balls.' She relaxed again and Katya nearly laughed at the girl's ignorance.

'I think we should tie her legs,' Katya said. 'She may resist.'

The baron ran a hand idly up the back of Cassandra's left leg. 'I think not, she'll need to move her legs about in order to accommodate the beads. You won't give us any trouble, will you, Cassandra?'

Cassandra's over-heated body was so busy taking pleasure from the feel of the silk sheets against it that she had missed what they'd been saying. 'No, of course not,' she replied calmly, hoping that whatever they were going to do it would finally release her from the day's frustration.

Peter took the lid off a jar of vaseline and dipped his index finger in it. The baron studied Cassandra for a moment. 'I think perhaps we will have you on your side with the pillow beneath your hips. Turn please.' She obeyed and then felt him pushing at her legs. 'Draw your knees up to your chest. Further than that, pull them up with your arms until you are almost in a ball. Good! Excellent!'

As she drew up her legs the tight coil of excitement within her began to unfold again, triggered by the pressure on her abdomen. 'Peter is going to put the beads inside you now,' the baron said calmly. 'I will stand in front of you and you must keep your eyes on me all the time. Do you understand?'

'Yes,' she whispered, but she didn't at all, not until Peter's finger, well lubricated by the vaseline, began to tickle the entrance to her rectum did she fully understand and immediately she gasped in protest.

'Be still,' the baron murmured. 'Trust me, this will be wonderful again. It's what you need after the love beads. A different, more total climax to ease the suffering you have endured for me. Still now.'

She tried to obey him, but Peter's finger felt thick and the skin round her rear entrance contracted against the invasion. No one had ever touched her there, and she was terrified at the thought of the pain that must come.

'Cassandra, this is not good enough!' The baron was plainly irritated. 'Let him proceed or we will be here all night.'

'Please, I don't want it!' she said.

His eyes clouded with disgust and he looked at her as though he hardly knew her. 'How can you say that when you haven't ever tried it? Now don't be such a baby. I am trying to reward you and all you can do is whimper. If you don't keep still, Katya will truss you like a chicken and I shall leave.'

'No!'

He nodded in satisfaction. He understood her need for him, and it was useful. Slowly Peter's finger moved in circles around the entrance, pushed in a fraction, rested until her churning bowels adjusted to the sensation and then pushed in a fraction more. She had a terrible cramping sensation in her lower abdomen and was terrified of emptying her bowels in front of them all so great was the feeling of pressure that the finger caused.

Gradually though her body adjusted, and then the finger was withdrawn and the whole process repeated with two fingers, and again the cramping spasm passed although this time it brought tears to her eyes, but they were tears she kept silent.

'Keep looking at me,' the baron reminded her, and when he saw the tears excitement sparked in the depths of his gaze. Excitement and a kind of pride that helped her endure.

'Is she ready for the beads?' he asked at last. Peter nodded, took the flexible rod in his hand and slowly began to insert it, twisting it every time a bead reached the tightly puckered mouth.

'I can't!' Cassandra gasped. 'I need the bathroom. I can't take it.'

The baron put out a hand and to Katya's fury stroked the heaving breasts. 'Of course you can, and in a moment the pleasure will start. Relax your muscles, let it in more easily.'

She couldn't relax, but once the rod was in place and Peter started to carefully rotate it her body began to be aroused as tingles of excitement spread through her. The baron knew how sensitive the virginal walls of her rectum would be and when Peter tugged softly on the rod so that he could push and pull it back and forth Cassandra's eyes widened with surprise as the darts of pleasure became so intense all pain was banished.

Now that the rod was in, the baron got Cassandra to turn and crouch on all fours with Peter behind her manipulating the rod. Then she was made to lower her upper body with her weight on her forearms and then Katya slid beneath her, lying flat on her back and reaching up to where Cassandra's sex lips were tightly closed beneath the lush of dark hair.

The baron moved to the head of the bed so that he could still watch Cassandra's face, and she kept her eyes determinedly on him, while Katya's deft hands parted her outer lips. The flesh beneath was very damp, the love beads had done their work well and her state of arousal was still intense despite their removal. Katya swirled her little finger round the mouth of the love channel, then drew the moisture up and over the frantically protruding clitoris that had been trapped all day against the tight panties the baron had made her wear.

As soon as Katya's finger touched the clitoris, Cassandra jerked with pleasure and Peter quickly turned the rod, twisting the beads so that the walls of the rectum were also stimulated. Cassandra's mouth opened as she gasped, feeling the snake uncoiling rapidly inside her while her drum-tight abdomen expanded like an over-ripe fruit about to explode.

'Not yet,' the baron said quietly.

Cassandra gasped. She didn't think she could hold herself back. The sensations were too many and too overwhelming. Her self-control had been stretched beyond endurance all day, and now he was ordering her to wait even longer. Katya, looking up at the rigid abdomen and watching the play of the skin rippling over the frantically struggling muscles, knew that they had very little time left. Quickly she moved her other hand and inserted the tiny vibrator into Cassandra's soaking pussy.

It was a totally unexpected movement, and with the vibrator whirring inside her front opening and Peter playing so skilfully with the Thai beads inside her violated rectum, Cassandra was nearly driven out of her mind. She kept her eyes on the baron, but the snake was slithering around inside her now, totally out of control as wave after wave of pleasure began to build. 'Wait one second,' he ordered her, and she tried to dull the sensations, but it was no good.

Finally he took pity on her. Reaching down between her arms he closed his hands round her throbbing and neglected breasts and tightened his fingers round them, catching the nipples between the gaps in his fingers until the nerve endings shrieked and the blissful, agonising stabs of pleasure-pain shot through her to join the other incredible sensations. At last, with a cry of submission, Cassandra gave in to the demands of her body as a giant convulsion caused her to arch her torso into the air and thrash wildly around, only just giving Peter time to hurriedly pull the Thai beads out of her before the walls of her back passage clenched themselves together as the orgasm racked her body.

She would not have believed it possible to feel anything so intensely. The waves that had been gathering together seemed to crash down on her and she heard herself screaming in a frenzy of excitement as her body was finally freed after nearly twenty hours of unsatisfied stimulation.

The baron, having released her breasts, watched as she thrashed around the bed in her throes of passion and his own erection was so hard it was painful. Quickly he undid his flies and it sprang free, its head purple and glistening. Roughly he reached for Katya, pushing her down on the bed next to where Cassandra was finally still, and turned the familiar body to face him pulling her hard onto his cock, moving her body back and forth so that her breasts kept being squashed against his chest and with every movement Katya's flesh was pulled tight and her pubic bone pressed against the baron's thigh each time he brought her towards him so that when he exploded into her she too toppled over the edge and threw her head back with a cry of satisfaction.

As soon as he'd finished emptying himself into her, the baron pushed Katya making her tumble to the floor. His sperm was still dripping from the end of his cock and he turned to the supine figure next to him and carefully brushed the last few drops off across her now detumescent nipples.

Cassandra started with surprise and opened her eyes to see what he was doing. He stared at her, almost as though she was providing him with a puzzle he couldn't answer, and she smiled back at him, content at last.