Alleyn, Fredrica (19 page)

'Nothing. All the experimental sex has been saved for your arrival. She has no idea of that though.'

'Even better!' Frangoise clapped her hands together in excitement. 'What about Dieter, does he care for her?'

Cassandra shrugged. 'Who knows?'

The Brazilian woman looked sideways at her. 'You would know.'

'At the moment I don't think so, but it could easily change. She certainly cares for him.'

'This gets better and better!' exclaimed Frangoise. 'Rupert told me that Nicola is in need of a permanent home, so I suppose it's another one of Dieter's games.

How strange that you should be involved again, but with the roles reversed. Now you know how Katya must have felt.'

Cassandra, who had spent a considerable amount of time thinking about her predecessor lately, nodded. 'Yes, I do. Not that I intend to play the game the same way.'

'Of course not; that would be pointless. Katya lost,' said Franchise shrewdly. 'You know, your pool is much nicer than ours. Rupert would insist on making ours so modern. I don't mind when it's inside, but for outdoor swimming I much prefer something like this.' She lay l.vck on one of the loungers and pulled off her dress, revealing naked breasts and miniscule pink briefs.

For Nicola, who was walking a little way behind the two women with Giovanni for company, the sight of such uninhibited behaviour was something of a shock. She almost stopped moving and the Italian bumped into her. He immediately apologised profusely, his arms going round her and his hands encountering her heavy breasts beneath the T-shirt.

'Franchise is very attractive, isn't she?' murmured Nicola.

'Si,
very, very sexy but I myself prefer larger breasts,' he assured her.

Nicola, knowing that he was now aware of the size of her breasts, felt herself blushing. 'I don't,' she muttered. 'I'd like to look like Cassandra.'

Giovanni turned his head to see his hostess deep in conversation with Frangoise. 'Now that,' he said with feeling, 'is most certainly what I call a woman. She has such poise, such an air of aloofness that she is immediately a challenge. Frangoise on the other hand, whilst desirable, is not in any way a challenge!'

Nicola didn't want to hear about Cassandra's attri-utes. She reached a sun lounger and sat down on it, while Giovanni lay on the grass beside her.

rrangoise looked across at her. 'Aren't you going to strip off? It's much too hot for all those clothes you're wearing.'

'I'm fine,' Nicola assured her.

'I think I will,' said Cassandra, and she slowly unbuttoned the bodice of her dress, slipped the shoulder straps down over her arms and then stood up to let the dress fall in a heap at her ankles. Giovanni leapt up and collected it, laying it over the arm of her lounger. She gave him a quick smile of thanks.

'I see the sun worshipping has begun,' commented the baron as he and Rupert arrived. 'Aren't you a little warm, Nicola?'

'A little,' she admitted, and took off her waistcoat.

The baron laughed. 'Come, come! Rupert, help her off with her T-shirt.'

There was a sudden silence round the pool. Frangoise sat up a little so that she could study the English girl's reaction while Cassandra lay quite still, wondering what Nicola would do. Giovanni, who was scarcely listening because he was trying to work out what it was about Cassandra that so excited him, ignored the undercurrents and lay still on the grass.

'I'd rather keep it on,' said Nicola hoarsely.

'And I wish you to take it off. Rupert, remove it for her.'

Rupert leant over the back of Nicola's chair, tugged the bottom of the T-shirt out of the waisband of her skirt and then peeled it up over her head. To everyone's astonishment she was wearing a white satin bra beneath it. 'I'm sure a barrier cream will keep your fair English skin just as safe!' joked Rupert struggling with the clasp at the back of the garment. At last it came free, but when Nicola didn't bend forward as he expected, Rupert had to reach round in front of her and remove it until finally her full breasts with their dark areolea and even darker nipples were revealed to the visitors.

'You are out of proportion,' commented Franchise. 'Are they sensitive, or merely large?'

Nicola's face flamed and she hunched awkwardly forward to try and conceal herself.

'Sit up straight/ ordered the baron. 'They are indeed sensitive, Franchise. Rupert, perhaps you would like to test that for yourself.'

Giovanni, who was quite used to such scenes and at this point in time had little interest in the English girl, stayed silent while Rupert knelt on the grass on the other side of Nicola's lounger and very slowly reached out to run a finger round her right nipple.

Nicola felt her nipple expand beneath the caress, and when he cupped the fullness of the breast, lifted it and then let his tongue flick across the end of the nipple it sprang to life, its pointed tip hard and tight.

'Very sensitive,' agreed Franchise. 'Even better then. Couldn't she be put in a harness for the morning? I adore seeing girls with large breasts in harnesses.'

'Of course,' agreed the baron. 'Perhaps Cassandra. . . ?'

She rose and went into the chateau to fetch something suitable, leaving a trembling, disillusioned Nicola behind with the others.

'Don't you want to touch her, Giovanni?' asked Rupert. 'She's really quite special, and almost a virgin too.'

'Really?' Intrigued by this, the Italian sat up and grasped Nicola's left breast in one hand, but his touch was far more clumsy than Rupert's and although her flesh responded the sensations weren't nearly as arousing for her.

'He has more enthusiasm than finesse,' murmured Rupert to the baron. 'I'm hoping that during our stay here he might learn a slightly more sophisticated approach. He is more interested in taking his own pleasure quickly than in giving it slowly.'

'I'm sure we can change that,' the baron replied, gazing towards the chateau. A few minutes later he saw Cassandra crossing the path towards them, and in her hands was a most interesting garment.

'Take off your skirt, Nicola,' he said quietly, resting one hand on the girl's bare shoulder. The touch of his fingers burned her skin more fiercely than the rays of the sun. If this was what he wanted, if sharing her was a way of showing that he cared, then she would let herself be shared. Anything was better than disinterest, and all the time they were busy with her, Cassandra was left on the sidelines, virtually ignored.

With surprising docility she stood and unfastened her skirt, stepping out of it awkwardly. 'You should have let it fall, as Cassandra did,' reproved the baron. 'Remember, watch her at all times; that way you will learn how to do things the way I like.'

Nicola bit on her lip, humiliated by the reproof. At that moment Cassandra arrived and handed over what looked like a collection of strips of leather to her lover who took them and ran them through his hands with a sigh of pleasure.

He untangled the strap suit and then called for Frangoise to help her into it. Nicola felt the Brazilian woman's hands lifting her breasts as the baron slipped thick leather rings around them, at the same time adjusting the shoulder straps so that her breasts were pulled up high revealing all the undersides to the onlookers.

From the centre of each breast a double thong of leather passed down the two sides of her stomach and then split into legholes, while a wider band of leather passed between her thighs with two openings, one for her front entrance and the other for the rear. This was looped at the back into one central leather thong that travelled up her spine before splitting off into two at the topmost vertebrae, where it joined with the shoulder straps.

Each thong was individually adjustable, and both Frangoise and the baron worked carefully to ensure that maximum tension was engendered at every point where her body was under pressure, so that when they released her and she took a couple of faltering steps away from them she felt again that deep heavy ache between her thighs, while her breasts seemed determined to swell to their fullest within the confines of the leather rings, and even her normally flat stomach began to press against the leather straps on each side of it.

'Perfect!' enthused Frangoise. 'Perhaps though, a mask?'

'Of course. This one is very useful.' He pulled Nicola igainst him, feeling her heavy breasts squash against his chest and letting his hands take hold of her naked buttocks so that he could press her hips against his for in instant and feel her response before he released her. ife fastened a heavy leather mask over her face. It covered her from her hair line down to just above her nostrils, but was cut away over the bridge of her nose and her eyes stared out through the narrow slits, her dark blue gaze so terrified that for a moment Cassandra felt sorry for her.

'You see, there are eye patches that can be pulled down and fastened with tiny poppers, so that if we wish she can be prevented from seeing what is happening,' explained the baron. 'It's a new idea; I got it in Germany.'

Nicola could see that there was still one piece of leather unused. The baron noticed the direction of her gaze. 'You can't wear this, my dear. This is how we control you, see.' He ran the handle of the leather bullwhip through his hands before letting the lash crack in the sunlit air.

Nicola jumped, and her breasts bounced against her narrow ribcage. 'Lovely!' murmured Rupert appreciatively. 'Do that again.' She stared at him, uncertain as to his meaning. The baron cracked the whip once more but she simply stared at him in bewilderment. With a light flick of the wrist he moved the lash towards her and this time it fell across the undersides of her breasts, so that she leapt backwards in fright. Again her breasts bounced heavily.

'That's what Rupert likes to see,' explained the baron carelessly. 'Every time you hear the whip crack, you must jump, otherwise next time I shall make you jump with pain.'

'Cover her eyes,' said Frangoise silkily. 'I don't want to watch if she's going to cry.'

Nicola wasn't crying, but she was struggling to control herself and she knew that Franchise was deliberately making it more difficult by isolating her yet more from the group of friends.

'As you wish,' agreed the baron, and he pressed the eye patches down over her eyes. Now she was in total darkness, standing tightly encased in nothing but leather thongs, there for their amusement and pleasure and nothing else.

'Do let me have that for a moment/ continued Franchise. 'Where does it come from?'

'One of my black swans,' replied the baron.

Nicola tensed, wondering what they were talking about.

'Someone, lie her down,' Franchise continued. 'Cassandra, you come and have a turn as well. This is turning out to be a really good morning.'

Rupert and Giovanni took hold of Nicola's shoulders and legs and laid her down on the flagstones, right next to the pool. She felt the concrete beneath her and realised that the water wasn't far away. It made her even more nervous.

Above her protruding breasts, Franchise let the long black swan's feather hang in the air for a moment while everyone watched her with excited anticipation. Then she slowly let it tease the side of the prone girl's right breast before easing it beneath her arm and into the highly erogenous hollow of flesh there. Nicola gasped and squirmed. At once the feather became more relentless, circling the whole globe and then moving in ever decreasing circles towards the by now straining nipples.

Cassandra watched the struggling girl, watched her flesh swelling and flinching at the same time as she waited for the feather to touch her. Her own breasts tightened and the small nipples grew hard. Giovanni saw this, and longed to take them in his mouth and suck them fiercely but he didn't know if that was allowed yet. No one had explained to him exactly where the baron stood on the question of sharing his mistress.

Franchise had moved on to the other breast now, and was repeating the pattern, except this time she reversed the feather and suddenly let the sharp end scratch against the very tip of the long dark nipple. Nicola gave a shout of surprise and her whole body reared up from the flagstones.

'Keep still,' said the baron, his voice slightly bored. 'You should neither move nor make a noise unless we give you permission. As this is your first lesson in such discipline minor mistakes may be excused, but you are expected to try.'

Franchise's eyes gleamed as the wretched girl tried to subdue her body's urgent movements. Quietly she handed the feather to Cassandra and then bent her head to lick the swollen nipples, sucking on them hard while her tongue flicked against the ends.

Nicola was so lost in this extraordinarily blissful sensation and her struggle to remain still and silent while it was going on that the touch of the feather between her opened thighs came as a terrible shock. Cassandra had moved with absolute silence and then twirled the end of the feather just at the entrance to the out-thrust and exposed opening of the girl's front passage. This, combined with the stimulation of her nipples made Nicola shout out and almost without warning she was suddenly squirming helplessly in the throes of a climax.

'She came!' exclaimed Rupert. 'Is that allowec Dieter?'

The baron laughed. 'Most certainly not. Move aside ladies, please.'

Nicola's body was still contracting with the last moments of pleasure when the lash fell on the middle of her stomach, and again she yelped as a smarting feeling spread upwards to her imprisoned breasts which only seemed to expand further as a result.