Cassandra's Conflict (22 page)

Cassandra was going mad with the delicious torment they were inflicting on her. She knew that not even ten minutes could have passed because there had been no changeover in the people tormenting her, but already her body felt close to explosion and she could hear her own smothered moans and cries whereas there had been no sound from Lucy, who was only three feet away from her.

She felt Rupert's hands tenderly grasp her outer sex lips. Very slowly he began to part them and her legs went rigid as she tried to steel herself against his touch. He lowered his head and his long dark hair brushed against her lower stomach and upper thighs, a sensation entirely new to her body and highly stimulating. With amazing delicacy he continued to part her sex lips higher up so that he could see for himself her rapidly swelling clitoris and the damp moistness of the surrounding tissue that was such indisputable evidence of her excitement.

He bent his head lower, Katya's fingers rubbed almost as lightly over her hips as the fiendish feather was moving over her tumescent breasts, but just before Rupert's tongue could begin its explorations, the baron's voice interrupted him.

'Time to change!' he called firmly. Rupert was tempted to let his tongue have just one stab at the frantic flesh beneath it, but he knew it wouldn't be fair to the girl and reluctantly stood up while Katya had to grab the feather from Clara's hand and push her over to where Lucy's shaking body was trying to recover from the manipulations of the other three participants.

As soon as Rupert moved, Cassandra let her knees fall apart and breathed through her mouth. She knew that she must not press her legs together or the pressure could trigger the climax she had to repress and breathing through her mouth seemed to calm the thrills of leaping pleasure in her breasts and belly.

The baron looked at Cassandra's upthrust abdomen, noted the swelling tightness of the flesh and the rigid nipples on the tiny breasts and knew that she was already struggling to survive. He wasn't surprised. This was an area of weakness that was to be expected so early on. Pleasure had become a part of her life; delaying it was new to her. She was bound to lose the game, what he wanted to know was by how much she would lose and how many more lessons she needed before her control was good enough to satisfy him and let her become an instructor of others.

Françoise immediately turned Cassandra across the bed and then made her turn over, so that she was lying with her stomach pressed against the bolster which was near the side of the couch, forcing her head and breasts to hang down towards the floor.

She felt the baron's tongue begin to lick the arch of her foot, and his tongue moved more slowly than Rupert's had, in long, lazy lines that followed the nerve paths with unerring accuracy until her toes curled with coiled pleasure. Just when the pleasure was becoming painful through repetition, he removed his tongue, and instead his mouth edged its way up the back of her legs, sucking on her flesh as it went and leaving tiny red marks of passion in its wake.

Cassandra wriggled against the bolster with the excitement, but quickly desisted as the pressure only increased the stimulation and blood coursed even more quickly through her hanging breasts. It was those breasts that were interesting Peter, who had taken a tiny piece of cotton thread, licked it and then shaped it into a loop which he eased over the already swollen nipple, moving it firmly down onto the surface of the breast. He repeated this exercise with another piece of thread until both Cassandra's nipples were encircled, and then began to suck steadily on the dangling tips which promptly swelled even more until the tight, moist thread began to cut into the incredibly tender flesh and further expansion became impossible. Yet still Peter continued to suck and Cassandra groaned at the streaks of pain that began to mix with the pleasure, arousing the red-hot heat of pain-edged flames to which Katya and Françoise had introduced her, and reminding her body of the flood of shuddering release such sensations could trigger.

Cassandra's breath quickened and she lifted her head, hoping to catch a glimpse of the clock and see how far into her second ten minutes she was, but Peter was in her way and now Françoise was busy pushing and pulling at Cassandra's body again until she was once more lying lengthways on the couch and the bolster was pushed up against her distended breasts so that the baron and Françoise could concentrate their attentions on the lower half of her body.

The baron spread her thighs wide and slid his hand up beneath her, feeling the slick of moisture between her thighs. He turned his hand, palm uppermost, and inserted the top of his thumb into the entrance to her vagina and let his other fingers beat out a rhythmic tattoo on the surrounding flesh, which was rapidly becoming slippery with her own secretions.

The cotton threads were tight round her fiery nipples, her swollen breasts were pressing into the feathers of the bolster and now at last someone was attending to the diabolically aching flesh between her thighs. Cassandra's hips twitched as the clever fingers danced across the leaping tissue and it felt as though something was sending currents of electricity through her body as the sensations flashed in jagged lines up from her thighs to her breasts.

Cassandra's legs began to stiffen, and then she felt Franchise's tongue licking the tender cleft at the base of her spine, in that special place where the baron had aroused her to such heights, and for a moment she thought that she was going to spasm immediately because the pleasure was simply uncontainable.

'Not yet!' the baron said harshly, and whilst his fingers didn't pause in their tantalising arousal, his words broke through the thick curtain of sensuality and reminded her of the penalty she would pay if she lost out to Lucy. She groaned with frustration, trying to lift her swollen breasts from the bolster to ease their arousal, but Peter pushed her firmly back, at the same time letting his hands go beneath her and pinching the nipples firmly to keep them rigid.

Her whole body was swelling with the sensations, and the knowledge that she mustn't climax made it all worse. Suddenly she heard a groan from Lucy, and the maid's voice cried out, 'No! Please, don't! Not yet, please!' There was such despair in her voice that it gave Cassandra a boost of confidence. At least Lucy was finding it difficult too.

'Time to change!' the baron repeated, abruptly removing his fingers, and Cassandra collapsed in relief, pressing up on her knees so that there was a gap between her pulsating vulva and the couch.

Katya and Rupert were with her in seconds, though, their hands still warm and moist from inflicting the bittersweet torture on Lucy. Again Cassandra was turned, now onto her back with the bolster beneath her hips once more putting her in the position that Katya knew was the most arousing for what was to follow.

Carefully, Rupert parted the outer sex lips of the trembling, passion-filled body, and the lips were so sticky they were reluctant to separate. Once they had, he held them spread wide while Katya pressed a long thin plastic rod along the exposed crease, making sure that as it moulded to Cassandra's innermost delicate places the tip of it pressed lightly against the tight little bud that was pulsating with its need for attention.

Cassandra gasped at the feel of the thin cool plastic against her, and then had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out when she felt Rupert closing her outer lips around the rod so that there was now continual, relentless pressure against the whole length of her vulva, and then he made her cross her legs at the knees so that the rod pressed even more firmly against her, causing a constant steady stimulation that made her body almost cramp with the throbbing ache of thwarted need which aroused her sufficiently to engorge her entire pelvic area with blood without giving her enough stimulation to climax. But she knew that she would now explode instantly if that stimulation were to be applied.

Clara had returned to her favourite feather, only this time she tickled Cassandra lightly beneath the armpits and down the sides of her neck where the pulse of passion was throbbing wildly. She also ran it down between the breasts, the nipples still ringed by Peter's threads, and then round in the hollow of the belly button. This last movement made the distended belly leap and the plastic rod was pulled against her more tightly by her own contraction.

Katya looked down into the eyes of her hated rival. 'How does it feel, Cassandra? Isn't it wonderful? Don't you long for that one final touch to let the pleasure come? How much longer can you hold back? Lucy is still well in control, you know, but you're very near. Look at her Rupert, it won't take much now.'

Rupert knew that Katya was right. Cassandra's stomach muscles were so tight it looked painful, her breasts more swollen with passion than he'd ever seen them and between her wickedly closed thighs the plastic rod had to be exciting her unbearably. 'Then make her come,' he said lightly.

'No, not yet!' Cassandra pleaded. 'It's too soon.'

'Of course it's too soon,' Katya laughed, 'but then you're only a beginner in this game. Your body still has a lot to learn.'

She leant down, and let one tiny hand begin to massage the distended stomach, pressing her outspread fingers as wide as she could so that the skin was pulled in all directions, and the gentle tugging motion could be felt between Cassandra's thighs as the rod moved with every tug.

It was almost beyond bearing, and Cassandra knew that she couldn't control herself against such experts. When Rupert finally let her uncross her knees and her legs fell apart she knew better than to expect any lessening of their excited experiments on her, and she was proved right when Rupert pressed his strong hand between her thighs and then moved it round and round, not opening the outer lips but knowing that with each of his movements her clitoris was being rotated as well, and that the pressure of the plastic rod combined with the pressure of his hand should force Cassandra into her first climax.

She felt the bunching sensation in the pit of her stomach that always signalled the beginning of her release. Her toes curled in an involuntary movement and a pink flush covered her breasts and throat as her arousal reached its peak, and then Katya's busy little hand moved a fraction lower so that it was over the pubic bone and it seemed that her hand and Rupert's were one as the whole area of Cassandra's sex was so cleverly manipulated, rolled and rotated that the plastic rod's pressure grew and grew and without meaning to Cassandra actually pushed up against Katya's hand to hurry the explosion that she could no longer deny herself.

Katya laughed, the rod moved one final time against the delicate stem of the clitoris, Clara's feather dipped into the tiny belly button and there was a huge explosion of white light inside Cassandra's head as her entire body leapt upwards off the bed and she screamed with a mixture of ecstatic relief and an agonised sense of failure.

Next to her, Lucy heard Cassandra's scream and strained to keep her sweating body from following suit. The baron was being diabolically clever with his tongue while Françoise was busy between her parted buttocks, and Lucy too was hideously near the edge but hearing Cassandra distracted her at the vital moment and she managed to slow her breathing while out of the corner of her eye she could see the other girl's slim body still thrashing around on the bed.

'Time to change,' the baron called, apparently unperturbed by the sounds of Cassandra's failure, although he did pause long enough to make a note against her chart which was beneath the clock.

Now that she'd actually climaxed, Cassandra thought that it should be easier to hold out against another orgasm for some time. Half an hour had already passed, and she thought it unlikely she would be forced into another failure before the hour was up. Lucy's breathing had become quite audible now, and if they both had one climax in the hour there would be no loser. She would have shown the baron that she had gained more control over her body than he'd expected.

However, the baron knew that once fully aroused, Cassandra would be easy to bring to further peaks of passion, although different methods would be necessary. He and Françoise left her on her back at first, watching as Peter carefully sat between her carelessly spread thighs and began to insert the smaller set of Japanese loveballs into her opening. Cassandra was still coming down from her orgasmic glow and much to her relief the insertion irritated rather than stimulated her, but the baron knew that soon she would begin to feel the pressure in a more constructive way.

After they'd been inserted she was turned on her stomach, but first Françoise removed the pieces of thread from the now detumescent nipples, removing them with her teeth so that her saliva covered the tips of the breasts and the skin began to rise as the moisture cooled in the air.

This time the bolster was left below Cassandra's hips and she was quite surprised when Françoise came to the head of the couch and began to play with her long dark hair, letting her fingers run through it and carefully massaging round her temples and hair line so that Cassandra's body relaxed even more.

As she relaxed, the baron and Peter were busy lower down her body. To begin with, the baron ran his strong hands round the tight buttocks, cupping them carefully and enjoying the feel of the smooth flesh. He was careful not to alarm her, his hands wandering up and down her spine and straying down the backs of her legs as well so that she didn't realise where his attention was really concentrated.

Then, when she was thoroughly disarmed, he got Peter to separate the warm globes of flesh and very carefully eased a pointed nozzle into the tight dark hole which immediately contracted against the invasion. Quickly he kissed the erogenous spot at the base of her spine which was her weakness, and automatically her body opened more to him, even there, where she was still unhappy with any intrusion. Once the nozzle was inside he pressed on a button and released a thick jet of mousse inside her. 'Don't try and push it out, contain it,' he instructed her. Françoise was still stroking her hair and head, and it didn't really hurt, so Cassandra obeyed, partly because she felt quite certain that whatever he was doing there it wouldn't give her an orgasm, and this was now her one objective.