Cassandra's Conflict (16 page)

Lucy smiled and nodded, and Cassandra was amazed that despite her own humiliations the girl didn't mind participating in Clara's. But then she realised that if Lucy had been unhappy she would have left the household. It seemed that she enjoyed the house in Hampstead as much as the other occupants.

Clara's feet were quickly fastened through loops, and then the three women left her with Lucy licking the sweat from the other girl's breasts and beneath her armpits, an exercise that only seemed to cause her to sweat even more.

Inside Cassandra the love balls moved heavily, and she had to tighten her muscles against them. At once there was an ominous tugging sensation at the base of her stomach and she had to breathe quickly through her mouth to avoid even the smallest orgasm. The walk downstairs made them yet more intrusive and small shivers of pleasure darted round her belly before she reached the bottom and the safety of level ground.

Dinner that evening was served by a maid Cassandra had never seen before. She was quick, efficient and took no notice of the conversation going on around her.

Rupert was telling Dieter about a live sex show that he and Francoise had been to in Germany where a girl had taken a snake inside her. 'I can't imagine how she got it all in,' he commented. 'I know they coil up small but I still don't think it's possible. Somehow or other they faked it. I did think of buying a python and trying it out on Françoise, but for once she refused me.'

'Only because they can kill you!' Françoise protested. 'I think I'd like a large snake inside me for once, but not a python!'

Katya laughed. 'Dieter put a tiny beetle inside Abigail. She went absolutely hysterical. If she hadn't been tied down I think she'd have thrown herself out of the window.'

Françoise licked her lips. 'A beetle? How stimulating.'

Cassandra tried not to listen to them. None of this had anything to do with the way she felt when the baron was with her. Snakes, beetles and live sex shows weren't the reason she was so tied to this house, and she wished Rupert and Françoise had never come. And yet, there was Clara. Every time she thought of Clara upstairs, with Lucy making sure that every part of Clara was stimulated and aroused, her own stomach tightened and the love balls pressed against her vaginal walls so that she had to try and lift some of her weight off her chair to ease the pressure.

The baron watched Cassandra during the dinner. The silk dress was semi-transparent and he could see her increasing arousal as the fiendish love balls did their work and he knew that when they finally went upstairs and he deflowered Clara, Cassandra's excitement would be almost unbearable for her. To his surprise, the thought of this made his manhood stir and he decided to distract himself.

'Cassandra is using some Japanese love balls tonight,' he told them all. 'I find that very arousing. I wish you'd done the same Katya my dear, that would have given me twice the pleasure!'

Katya felt a surge of anger. She hadn't known what was happening because she'd been caught up in playing with the plump little virgin Françoise had spent so many weeks training. She cursed herself for being too easily distracted but smiled contritely at Dieter.

'My darling, I am so sorry, but I don't need love balls. I'm always excited when you're at home.'

The baron snorted. 'A pretty speech, but ineffective. Rupert, would you like to feel the weight of these love balls? They're new ones to me. Cassandra, go round the table, my darling. Stand by Rupert's chair and let him feel the weight of your sex.'

Cassandra stood up and walked demurely round to Rupert. She knew that Katya was furious, while Françoise seemed intrigued by all that was going on. Her eyes darted round all the faces and her top teeth caught on her bottom lip as she watched the young Englishwoman walk to her husband's side.

Rupert slid an expert hand up the girl's bare leg, letting his fingers drift casually along the delicate skin of the inner thighs until his hand could cup her beneath her sex. He pressed the palm of his hand against the tight material of the panties the baron had given her and rocked it backwards and forwards to move the balls inside her.

The baron leant forward with his elbows on the table and he watched Cassandra's eyes widen as her outer sex lips tried to open under Rupert's expert handling. If they opened too much the first of the love balls would fall out, and then she would be in great trouble, but as she clenched her pelvic muscles tightly in order to stop that happening she increased the pressure of the balls against the sensitised vaginal walls and nearly triggered an orgasm.

Rupert, aware of what was happening and sympathetic to her plight, suddenly stopped moving his hand, the clitoris which had started to pulse gradually quietened and after what seemed an eternity to Cassandra all the sensations died away and she was at last able to breathe normally again. Rupert carefully removed his hand, this time letting the fingers stray only against the inside of the knees, but she still jumped and he couldn't wait until he could have a turn with her himself.

'They're certainly a good weight,' he said with a grin.

The baron watched Cassandra return to her seat and then raised his glass to her. 'Bravo, my dear! How well you progress.'

'We must get together one night,' Françoise said eagerly. 'My maid is well trained, we could have a wonderful time the three of us.'

'I decide where Cassandra goes,' the baron reminded her sharply.

Françoise glanced at Katya. Katya had survived a long time with Dieter. Rupert said it was because she was clever enough to seem cold while at the same time being driven by sexual urges that equalled her lover's, but now Françoise wondered if Dieter had tired of coldness. Men did; even jaded ones like Dieter wanted something more than the mechanics. The trick was to get the balance right, and she had always thought that Katya's increasing love of sado-masochistic sex was not quite to Dieter's taste. He liked to temper pain with pleasure, but pain alone was enough for Katya, either inflicted by her or on her. Cassandra didn't look as though her abilities lay in that particular direction and she had the feeling that there was a competition going on here, one that would be fascinating to see through to its conclusion.

When the meal was over, Françoise stood up. 'I think poor Clara will be ready to burst if we don't go up and see her soon. Are you interested, Dieter, or do you want Rupert to do it?'

He laughed. 'Of course I'm interested. Not many people bring virgins to my front door, even overweight virgins.'

'I didn't think you liked them,' Katya said harshly.

Dieter shrugged. 'We all change, my dear. Besides, knowing how hard virgins are to find, how could I possibly let Rupert have this one!'

As they all left the room, the baron caught hold of Cassandra's arm and pulled her round to face him. 'Do they feel good? Did you like it when Rupert touched you?' he asked her urgently.

Cassandra wanted to say that she'd have preferred it if he'd touched her, but she didn't. Instead she looked steadily into his eyes and smiled. 'Yes, they feel good and yes I liked it when he touched me, although I nearly ...'

'But of course, that was why I got him to do it! However, you kept control and I am proud of you. Does the girl upstairs excite you?'

Cassandra hesitated. 'Not the girl, no, but seeing her the way she was before dinner, yes that excited me.' The last part of her sentence was barely audible as her voice dropped through shame.

'It's good!' the baron told her. 'That is how you should find it. Of course it is exciting to watch someone in a state of sexual arousal. Enjoy everything that happens during the coming days, and do not ever be ashamed. Above all, keep hold of your courage.'

Cassandra stared at him. 'Why? What's going to happen?'

Katya had come back to see what was keeping her lover. 'Dieter, they're waiting for you,' she murmured, slipping her arm through his and pulling him away from Cassandra. He bent his head nearer to hers and bit her sharply on her earlobe. She gave a muffled scream and a flush of excitement rose on her cheekbones. Turning her towards him he bent his head and kissed her savagely, biting on her bottom lip until it bled and thrusting his tongue up against the roof of her mouth until she almost gagged, then he suddenly released her and hurried up the stairs.

Katya turned to Cassandra who was wide-eyed and silent. 'You'll never get him,' she said softly. 'He's fascinated at the moment, but it won't last. You aren't brave enough for Dieter.'

Courage. That was what the baron had told her to keep hold of, and now Cassandra was determined that she would. It was obviously important if she was to stay on here, and she knew that she had to, that her life was bound up with the baron's and she would use every weapon she had to keep her place in the house.

By the time Katya and Cassandra entered the bedroom, Clara's legs had been untied and a bolster placed beneath her hips, pushing her abdomen even higher into the air and stretching the skin tightly across it in order to intensify every sensation.

Her arms were still fastened, mainly Cassandra thought to keep her breasts taut, and it was on these the baron seemed to want to start. He sat himself at the side of the girl and rolled one large nipple between two of his fingers, quite gently at first but then with increasing pressure until she began to flinch. Once she flinched the pressure relaxed, and the rolling began again, followed repeatedly by the pressure, pain and release. After that, he bent down and sucked the soft undersides of the breasts, then licked upwards towards the nipple and again he took a long time over this, only licking the nipple itself when Clara began trying frantically to pull herself lower on the bed.

After that he let his tongue trail down between her breasts until finally it was on the overstretched skin of the belly, and now when he flicked and licked with his tongue her body jerked so much that Rupert signalled for Françoise to hold her ankles once more.

Cassandra was fascinated by the way the girl's belly seemed to keep expanding under his ministrations, although it didn't look as though that was possible the way the bolster had already pushed it out. She could feel herself getting more and more damp between her legs and the love balls combined with watching the baron working on the young girl were giving her a terrible ache in the pit of her stomach as her pelvic region became engorged with no way of releasing the resulting pressure.

The baron flicked his tongue on Clara's hip bones and she jerked again, then he carefully parted her soft downy pubic hair and pulled the skin up across the pubic bone so that the hood of the clitoris moved and exposed Clara's pulsating need for a climax. But it was still too soon.

At a sign from Dieter, Rupert sat beside the girl and fondled the large breasts while Dieter got Katya to hold Clara's outer lips apart, then he rubbed a finger in the milky fluid his attentions had caused and spread it around the whole vaginal area, rubbing his hand in a circular motion that had her gasping until her legs went rigid with desire, but still he avoided the one sensitive spot that would trigger her release. Then, slowly, he began to insert a finger inside Clara and now she stiffened with fear. 'No!' she cried.

Dieter's hand resumed the circular stroking. 'But why? Isn't this nice? And what follows will be even better.'

'It's wrong,' the wretched girl gasped. 'We aren't married. I shall never find a husband if I'm not a virgin. Please, you mustn't do it.'

All the women except for Cassandra laughed. 'Was your governess a nun?' Dieter asked, not unkindly.

'Maman told me. It's wicked, and so's the pleasure,' she added as his fingers brought forth another groan of desire. 'I'm bad, I know I am. I must be to enjoy it.'

The baron looked at Cassandra. 'You see how a conscience can spoil even the best of life's pleasures for us? What nonsense to teach a girl in this day and age.' His hand was still moving, but at the same time he inserted a finger of the other hand so that Clara didn't realise what he'd done until he started to move it from side to side within her.

Katya was watching the tight belly and the exposed clitoris carefully. 'She's very near,' she warned her lover.

'Good,' Dieter murmured, and he added a second finger to the first although he stopped the manipulation of the whole vulva as he did it, which prevented the climax from coming at that moment. As he moved the fingers round inside her, Rupert began to suck hard on her breasts and then Françoise suddenly released Clara's wrists from the rings. She was so surprised that she didn't even realise what was happening when the two men, assisted by Françoise and Katya, swiftly turned her onto her stomach while Lucy pushed on the girl's ankles until she was kneeling but with her buttocks raised by the bolster and her face buried in the duvet.

Standing where she was, Cassandra could see how the bolster beneath the hips and stomach and the movement of the legs had exposed Clara's sex so that Dieter could easily position himself correctly. He waited a few seconds and then with one swift, hard thrust he was inside her.

There was no doubt that it hurt. Clara screamed but she was being pushed face down into the bolster and there was nowhere she could escape to as the baron withdrew slightly from the tight, newly opened channel and then thrust back inside even harder until his thick cock was buried inside her up to its base.

Once there he rested for a moment, reaching a hand down beneath her to find the clitoris, now trying to shelter beneath its hood, but his fingers pulled the skin up and Rupert's hand joined in so that he could hold the hood back while Dieter, his finger moistened by his own saliva, gently rolled the exposed bud round for a few seconds before moving down to the tiny shaft and once there he heard the telltale catch of breath in her throat and he immediately increased the pressure, found the rhythm that seemed to suit her and finally, after weeks of frustration, Clara's body was almost torn apart by an orgasm that tightened her internal muscles in a spasm so intense that the baron's own orgasm was triggered by it, and he pumped himself into her while her body continued to shake and tremble beneath the blessed sensations of her climax.