Cassandra's Conflict (31 page)

When the baron had held the snake aloft, Cassandra's eyes grew enormous with terror, while there was a soft murmur of anticipation from the group. After pausing briefly for effect, he passed the snake to Rupert and then sat down on the couch next to Cassandra.

He hadn't taken part in the group sex himself, being far more interested in watching the behaviour of his friends and also Cassandra's responses to their various methods of stimulation. Even he had been surprised by the way her appetite for sex had grown during her weeks of tutorage, and at one moment he had felt sure that she'd finally cast aside the last veil of reticence so that he had nothing left to learn about her; but then on closer examination of her expression he'd decided he'd been wrong. She was lost in the sensations, but still managed to retain the inner core of privacy he wanted to destroy.

Cassandra had succeeded by shutting herself away from them all. Instead of abandoning herself to their expertise, she had used them for her pleasure while remaining apart. He had never seen this before in a woman. Normally they longed to belong and he wondered if Cassandra's childhood had made her emotionally self-reliant. If so it was contradictory to his original assessment when he had thought her to be emotionally immature and in need of a surrogate family.

What the baron had failed to understand was the intensity of Cassandra's feelings for him. It was easy for her to ignore the group because they were of no importance to her. He was the only person who interested her, and it was because of the mental as well as physical attraction she felt for him that she was capable of doing almost anything that would enable her to become his permanent partner rather than Katya.

Now he fondled her with his strong hands, totally untroubled by the fact that they were being watched. He knew that he must arouse her sufficiently for Rupert to have his fun without harm coming to either Cassandra or the tiny snake and so he brought her breasts close together in his hands, rubbing them against each other and then pushing them upwards where he ran his tongue round the areoles in the way he knew she liked.

Although Cassandra had thought herself utterly satiated, the physical closeness of this totally compelling man, and the knowledge that Katya and Françoise were having to watch him caress her in such a wonderfully tender and arousing way, reawakened her body and she felt her nipples rising again to peaks of hardness.

Some of the men in the group moved forward at the sight, wanting to touch her once more themselves, but no one dared interrupt the baron. In the meantime the women watched her vulnerable young body begin to squirm, the limbs to twitch, and they reached for the equally exhausted Anton, dragging his hands to their breasts or pressing their sex up against his mouth, tugging his head up by his hair until he carried out their orders.

Cassandra was conscious of the movements going on around her, and conscious too of the various cries and groans coming from all parts of the ballroom, but what mattered most was the way the baron's hands were now gliding down her, pressing on vital nerve spots as they moved, and sliding beneath her buttocks to massage the small tight cheeks with strong fingers until she was twisting and turning in his grip as the liquid heat began to form once again in her breasts and between her legs.

He wanted her to watch another slave's arousal at the same time as he coaxed hers on, but Anton didn't look in any condition to do more than please the women with his hands and mouth so the baron glanced round the room and then sent Rupert to find Claud and Clara. Moments later they all returned, and he knew from the vibrations of Clara's still imprisoned breasts and the despairing appeal in her eyes that she at least wasn't totally satiated.

Quickly he had her laid face down over her stepfather's knees, and then he pulled Cassandra up against him, still fondling her constantly and letting her rest her head against his shoulder. 'Watch this, Cassandra,' he urged her.

She watched as Claud separated the scarlet cheeks of Clara's bottom, only recently whipped with a leather strap, wielded by one of the most expert female hands in Europe, and while Clara moaned a protest at the feel of fingers on her tender flesh, Rupert lubricated the entrance between her cheeks with cold cream and then lifted up a thin piece of rubber tubing with a tiny bulb at one end and a larger bulb at the other. After a few clever movements with his fingers he was able with Claud's assistance to slide the smaller bulb into Clara's rectum, and then Claud released her scarlet buttocks and they closed tightly about the intruder leaving the tube and larger bulb protruding.

Now she was pulled to her feet, and then Françoise pushed forward a rocking chair with a soft cushion in the seat. Claud led his stepdaughter to the chair and then sat her firmly down on it. 'Sit quite still, Clara,' said the baron, his hands massaging Cassandra's belly and thighs. 'You can have a rest while Françoise rocks the chair.'

Cassandra watched as the chair began to rock, and she was puzzled to see that very soon, Clara's expression changed from one of passive acceptance to bewildered discomfort. She tried to stand up but Claud slapped her across her breasts and ordered her to stay as the baron had commanded.

'What's happening?' whispered Cassandra, fascinated by what she was seeing and almost drowning in the pleasant sensation caused by the baron's hands.

'Each time the chair moves, the larger bulb at the end of the tubing pushes air through the tube and into the bulb at the other end, causing it to gradually expand. In a few minutes it will touch the walls of her rectum and she'll experience a lot of very interesting sensations.'

Cassandra could imagine them only too well, and when Clara suddenly cried out her mouth opening in surprise and bewilderment, Cassandra's arousal grew. She could imagine the heavy tightness making Clara's bowel muscles cramp, and remembered the delicious warmth that followed the initial discomfort.

Now Clara's eyes were filling with tears, and the baron signalled for the rocking to be stopped. They left the girl sitting in it and she remained very still, obviously afraid that any movement would increase her discomfort. Claud then knelt between her legs and parted them, before tipping the rocking chair back, making Clara cry out a little, and then he began to probe her front entrance with his tongue.

Cassandra's breathing was shallow and rapid. She could almost feel the heavy weight of the inflated bulb in Clara's rectum, and the matching fullness in her vagina as Claud's tongue moved inside it while he sucked carefully at the surrounding flesh.

Obviously the feelings excited Clara as well because her body began to jerk of its own accord and her spread legs were lifted into the air by Rupert until they were round Claud's neck which pressed her firmly backwards and inflated the bulb a fraction more.

Now Clara was moaning aloud. Her body was obviously on the brink of a climax, but she was terrified of the effect it would have on her already painfully distended rectum.

'She doesn't dare come,' whispered the baron, his hands going between Cassandra's legs and seeking out her moist- ness. 'What delicious torment for her, my darling. I wonder what she'll do?'

Cassandra moaned, unable to speak because her body was so aroused by the mental and physical stimulation it was receiving. Her eyes couldn't leave the hapless Clara's struggles with her own flesh, and when the young girl was finally forced to spasm by the skill of the older man's mouth and tongue her screams of ecstasy were indistinguishable from her cries of pain as she heaved her body off the seat of the rocking chair in an attempt to spare herself more pain.

'There,' whispered the baron. 'Now Clara's satisfied, and it's your turn again. Lie back, Cassandra. It's time for Rupert's little pet to take an outing.'

Cassandra's legs were weak and shaking from the baron's caresses and she didn't resist when he put a pillow beneath her hips to expose her sex more fully. Now everyone gathered close, but as Rupert approached with the corn snake and Cassandra started to close her eyes the baron bent down and put his mouth to her ear.

'Eyes open, my precious. I want to watch your expression while this is going on. I want to see into your soul.'

Rupert looked down at her. 'There's nothing to worry about, Cassandra. He's perfectly harmless, and I won't let go of his tail! Look, he isn't even very big.' She stared at the already writhing snake. It was probably no more than eighteen inches long, but its tongue was darting out as its head moved from side to side searching for a place to hide and the thought of it making those movements inside her caused her stomach to tighten and churn and her body closed against the expected intrusion.

Rupert sat down beside her and got Françoise to open the outer lips and run a moistened finger over the shrinking sex beneath. Cassandra was already very damp from the baron's attentions and Clara's experience, and Françoise quickly spread the slick of escaped moisture around the light pink tissue while Rupert set the snake down on Cassandra's left thigh.

It slid along the smooth flesh in rapid S-shaped movements. Totally deaf, it was guided only by vibrations, and Cassandra's legs were trembling so violently it was looking for cover.

Cassandra could feel every movement as it travelled up her thigh, and several times its tongue flicked against her flesh, now exposed due to Françoise holding her so firmly open. She knew that she could just leap up and run from the room; that she didn't have to stay and endure this final perversion, but the baron was still sitting at her head staring down at her and his nearness, his almost visible desire for her to succeed, gave her the necessary courage.

It took a long time before the snake started to slither down the inside of her thigh and when it did its head brushed against her inner lips. Cassandra gasped at the unimaginable eroticism of the touch. Rupert then took hold of the snake round its middle and moved it up and down her sex himself, knowing that it wouldn't be able to find a grip on such a moist surface. Its head twisted and turned, the underside brushing against her constantly, and when her clitoris was touched, she gasped aloud and nearly climaxed with a shocking mixture of fear and excitement.

Now Rupert decided it was the moment for him to see for himself how far into her it would go, and he nodded for his wife to open Cassandra up so that he could thread the head of the snake into her vagina. The feeling was so delicate, the movements so unpredictable and constantly shifting that the entrance to the vagina, the most sensitive part of the whole canal, was stimulated far more than by a thicker or rougher penetration and Cassandra groaned at the glorious sensations that were setting her body alight.

Rupert paused, wondering whether he should stop now or let the snake continue escaping into the warm dark moist-ness of Cassandra's love channel. 'Don't stop!' she moaned, trying to open herself more fully to the intruder. 'Please, don't stop!'

Katya gazed down at the naked, pulsating figure revelling in this, the greatest perversion the baron had ever devised and she knew that she was lost. Even if she was given the chance to do the same thing she wouldn't be able to. She had always feared snakes and even the sight of this small, harmless specimen before the auction had made her feel sick. As Cassandra continued to moan and Rupert gradually let more of the snake slip inside her, Katya glanced up the girl's body to where her lover was sitting at her head.

Their eyes met, and she was shocked to find that instead of compassion, or even the amusement she had expected to find there, he was staring at her with hatred. Stunned she blinked and took a step towards him, but his frown froze her in her tracks.

'Isn't she wonderful, Katya?' he said, and there was such joy in his voice she could hardly recognise it. 'Didn't I tell you she'd triumph? To think I could have searched all my life and never found such a woman.'

Cassandra was continuing to moan as the snake wriggled within her, while her eyes remained fixed unseeingly on the baron's face. She was utterly lost to lust. Her world was nothing but incredible sensations and she revelled in it without shame. When Rupert finally withdrew the snake, she felt it slither out in a warm moist rush, so that it felt as though it were taking her own entrails out with it and her body jackknifed on itself with the intensity of a climax that was almost beyond bearing. The baron looked deep into her eyes and he realised with unexpected joy that he still didn't really know her, that she had retained her inner core of strength and serenity that he had thought he wanted to destroy, and so she wasn't spoilt for him but instead could remain by his side, the perfect lover and a continuing enigma.

As Cassandra's now exhausted body finished shuddering and she drew herself up into the foetal position that the baron found extraordinarily touching, Katya gazed at him. 'Why do you hate me so?' she asked.

'Because you persuaded Marietta to kill herself,' he replied. There was a gasp from their friends, and everyone drew away from Katya.

There was no point in denying it, but she had to find out how he knew. 'Did she leave a note then?' she asked almost inaudibly.

His right hand was smoothing Cassandra's brow with a tenderness he'd never shown Katya. 'No, however you forgot that when I'm away I leave a camera running in the main bedroom. Ironically it was really to check up on Marietta that night, in case she'd found herself a lover. When I finally got round to running the tape, you can imagine my shock at seeing you with her, pouring your poison into her ear like a female Iago. You were clever, I'll admit that. It was true she was irritating me, and that I blamed the children for coming between us, but unfortunately for you, Katya, I still cared for her. In time I might have tired of her, but you couldn't wait long enough for that to happen could you? Well, it's of no significance now. Cassandra here is a far better companion for me than either you or Marietta could ever have been, and that is why I hate you.'

'I only did it because I loved you,' Katya protested.

He laughed. 'Come now, neither of us know the meaning of that particular word. Your possessions are already packed. Peter will drive you to the airport within the hour. You are to travel with Claud and Clara. There may well be a place for you in that household, but if not I have no doubt one or other of my friends will take you in.'