Alleyn, Fredrica (30 page)

Nicola, who had never done anything like this before, used an entirely different technique. Remembering how her own flesh had responded to various touches and caresses, she twirled her brush deep into the pot and then without warning, stabbed it into Sophie's belly button. Sophie's instant reaction was to arch her stomach inwards, but the cushion, so skilfully placed there in advance by Cassandra, prevented this and she was forced to endure the sensation of the brush twisting and turning inside the little dimple with resulting darts of tingling pleasure sweeping through her lower stomach and inner thighs.

Nichola heard the maid's gasp and drew the brush very slowly out of the dip and across the rigid stomach muscles until she came to the top of the hip bones. Here she let it wander in a succession of loops and because the brush was overloaded it dripped down the flinching sides of Sophie's body.

By this time both of the maids were having trouble controlling their breathing, and Monique's ragged gasps only made Sophie's life more difficult as she too found herself panting slightly with the strain of dampening down her rapidly rising desire.

'Time to go a little lower, I think,' murmured Frangoise to Nicola and in unison they knelt on the floor and examined the pale, hairless pubic mounds of their bound victims.

Frangoise dipped her brush back into the honey and painted it along the creases at the tops of Monique's thighs before sliding the sable bristles in a gentle caress down the line where the outer labia met and enclosed the incredibly sensitive tissue beneath.

Monique's bound legs shook as she felt the slow dripping of the honey along her creases while at the same time heavy throbs of desire began to build up beneath her outer sex lips, deep inside the very core of her where she knew it was impossible to exert control for very long.

Nicola did it differently. With her left hand she opened up Sophie's outer lips without even touching them with the brush, and then she let her brush coat the hood of skin that covered the swelling, aching clitoris. This meant that the skin became sticky while beneath it the hard little nut-like bud was manipulated by the movement of the hood and coming on top of stimulation of her navel and hip bones this almost precipitated a climax in the dark-haired girl.

She fought desperately against the rising heat that seemed to be coming from somewhere deep inside her, making her whole body glow and tingle while flickers of pre-orgasmic contractions darted upwards through her pelvic region and across her pushed-out abdomen.

Nicola knew how very close Sophie was to coming, and her hand shook so much with excitement that the brush strayed off the hood and lower, to the delicate tissue beneath. At this, Sophie's hips bucked and she tried frantically to pull herself away from the unbearably arousing sensations the brush was causing.

Having slipped lower by accident. Nicola let the brush continue downwards, so that she could spread a thin coating of honey around the entrance to the vagina, already sticky from Sophie's own arousal. She then moved the tip of the brush back up, lifted the hood and circled the newly exposed clitoris with the lightest touch she could manage.

Sophie was just about to come. Her skin was stretched so tightly across her breasts and stomach, the pulse within her beating so insistently against the paper-thin membrane between her front and rear openings, that she felt sure she had lost all control but at that moment Monique gasped aloud as Frangoise let the tip of her brush slide between the maid's outer lips and burrow against the damp, soft flesh inside.

Hearing this gasp distracted Sophie for a second, and this was enough to bring her back from the edge of her climax. Realising that the moment had passed, Nicola spread the honey almost harshly over the rest of the pulsating damp tissue and then pressed the outer lips tightly, trapping the honey smeared inner lips so that they stuck together like a tight warm parcel within which the clitoris continued to throb urgently in its need for satisfaction.

The women now withdrew and the baron and Rupert moved to take their place. To Sophie's dismay the baron stood in front of her, and from the expression in his eyes she had the feeling that she was going to lose this round, and lose it quicldy.

As Rupert began to lap at the honey his wife had spread beneath Monique's arms, following the trail from there across the middle of her breasts to the rigid, gleaming nipples, the baron simply drew the entire nipple of Sophie's left breast into his mouth and then sucked and licked on it with increasing pressure while his teeth grazed against the unendurably sensitive skin.

Despite this, Sophie managed to dampen the sparks that were threatening to set her whole body alight with a climax that was now painful in its need to be released. Having repeated the process on the other breast, the baron decided to let his tongue stab into the maid's belly button, just as Nicola's brush had stabbed earlier, and again Sophie felt the first stirring of her final orgasmic spasm but somehow she managed to contract her muscles against it, although she flinched with the resulting discomfort in her engorged pelvic region, which had been poised on the brink of relief.

'Very good,' murmured the baron, listening to Monique's tiny cries of growing excitement and loss of control as Rupert too worked his way down her stomach. 'Let us see how well you can control yourself here.'

Sophie's heart sank as he knelt on the floor and using only his long, clever tongue parted her outer labia, flicking forcefully against the hairless lips in order to prise them away from each other, so well had the honey done its work.

Immediately she was open to him and he lapped at the entrance to her vagina, tasting the sweetness of the honey mixed with her own special flavour, and then he stopped for a tortuous moment so that all she could feel was his breath on swollen, hot and sticky flesh. She went rigid with tension, wondering where he would strike next and this tension only added to her almost unbearable state of arousal. She began to moan.

'Let yourself come,' murmured the baron. 'I know how much you need the release. Let it happen, surrender to what your body wants. Think how glorious it will be when those muscles can finally go into those incredible contractions that give you such pleasure.'

His words were torture and Sophie tried to block them out; tried not to think about what he was saying and how badly she did need to let her body take over, but it was impossible. When he put his head between her thighs again and drew his tongue up along her slick inner channel in one heavy caress before flicking softly against the hooded clitoris she wrenched her arms, attempting to pull herself higher up the bars and evade him.

'You're very close,' he whispered. 'Isn't that true, Sophie? Answer me.'

'Yes, Monsieur,' moaned the girl. 'I am very close.'

Monique, who could hear every word, was very close too, but Rupert was taking a more leisurely approach to the task and at the moment she was still in control of her body although it was becoming more difficult with every minute that passed. ,

'Then I think you should come,' announced the baron and he pressed upwards on the skin at the base of her pelvis so that her honey-coated clitoris was fully exposed to him. He lapped tenderly at the tip for a few seconds and then as she began to tremble violently he curled up the edges of his tongue and stabbed at the underside of the swollen bud with the pointed end, drumming against the honey-slick centre of her satisfaction.

With a wail of despair Sophie's body gave up the struggle and the baron and his watching visitors stared at her as every muscle seemed to contract and ripple beneath her skin while she arched forward from the bars, her eyes wild with relief and fear as her over-stimulated body thrashed helplessly backwards and forwards until finally she slumped forwards against her bonds, her head on her chest and her eyes closed in exhaustion and defeat.

'Untie them both,' said the baron swiftly. 'The next round is the last. If Monique loses then it will be a draw. If not, then Sophie goes to the punishment chair.'

'If it's a draw, don't either of them get punished?' asked Nicola, disappointment clear in her voice.

'No, they both get rewarded. Peter will take the pair of them to his room for the night. Possibly a greater reward for Monique, who wants to be his mistress and isn't, than for Sophie who already is and has no desire to share him, but such is life.'

'I think there ought to be a loser,' complained Nicola.

The baron touched her lightly on the shoulder. 'Be careful, Nicola. Remember, tomorrow you yourself are to be punished for your lack of self-control earlier today. After that you may not be quite so anxious to have others punished.'

Both the maids were listening to the conversation and both of them knew that this was not a woman they wanted as mistress of the chateau. Cassandra, along with the baron, was exacting and capable of taking them into unexpected depths of depravity, but she was always fair and her ultimate aim was pleasure. For Nicola it seemed that pain was the more exciting choice.

As the baron and Nicola talked, Giovanni and Rupert were pulling two vaulting horses away from the wall and placing them in the centre of the room. They were slightly wider than normal, and both surfaces were covered with a deep cushion of soft rubber.

On closer inspection it was clear that certain alterations had been made to them. There were three straps across the top and towards one end circles had been cut out. Beneath the circles there were thick rubber cups. Another segment had been cut away in the middle, and a third towards the opposite end.

Sophie and Monique were given a brief glimpse of the vaulting horses and then a black satin blindfold was put over their eyes. 'Lack of vision increases your other senses,' said the baron smoothly as the girls began to shiver. He then turned to Cassandra, running his hands down her arms and over her hips and feeling her tremble like a young filly at his touch. The competition was arousing her and he couldn't wait to take her later that evening, if possible with the Italian watching.

'You are to work on Monique,
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,' he murmured. 'It should be easy to make her come first. She is not as tired as Sophie.' Cassandra nodded. She was almost frantic for the feel of her lover's hands and the weight of his body on her as he entered her after one of their prolonged lovemaking sessions that usually followed games like this.

'As for you, Nicola,' he continued, turning to the waiting blonde. 'You are to work on Sophie. It is my wish,' he added quietly, 'that Sophie should come first. I intend that she should lose, and then you too would be content because she would be taken to the punishment chair.'

Nicola nodded. Briefly the baron whispered instructions to the two women, and then once they knew exactly how the vaulting horses worked they were each given the maid he'd selected for them.

Cassandra ran her hands down Monique's sides and around the cheeks of her bottom. She caressed the backs of her knees and the insides of her elbows, knowing full well how sensitive the skin was in these places. Her touch both aroused and disarmed the maid, making her more receptive for what was to come.

Nicola didn't waste any time on such preliminaries. She signalled for one of the men to come and help her lay Sophie on the surface of the vaulting horse, and Giovanni was only too pleased to oblige. He lifted the sturdy figure easily, then lay her face down on the rubber padding, making sure that she was positioned exactly as Nicola indicated.

For Sophie it was both frightening and stimulating. Her blindness had, as the baron said, increased her other senses and even the touch of the rubber had her flesh tingling.

Quickly and with surprising efficiency, Nicola eased the maid's breasts through the holes and down into the rubber cups beneath. Once she was correctly in position there it meant that her stomach protruded down through the oval shaped opening in the middle of the surface, while the final hole provided easy access to her over-stimulated vulva.

Feeling her body fit so snugly into place, Sophie wondered what was to follow, and then suddenly the three sets of strapping were pulled over her back pressing her down hard against the surface of the vaulting horse with the result that her breasts brushed against the inner surfaces of the rubber cups, her stomach was forced even further through the middle opening and her hips were pressed tightly against the rubber cushion so that her entire vulva protruded through the third gap.

Tightening the straps took a little time, and while Nicola was working on that, Cassandra got Monique into place as well. Having had more practice at this type of thing than Nicola it meant that in the end both maids were ready at the same time.

Cassandra decided to ignore the tightly compressed flesh first and instead she used a very soft hairbrush to smooth along the fine dusting of hairs that covered Monique's spine, the lightly teasing ends of the brush made Monique murmur in appreciation and she pressed herelf down against the rubber, only realising too late that this increased the stimulation of all her more erogenous zones.

Nicola, determined to make Sophie come first, didn't bother with caresses. Instead she pressed the button the baron had shown her and at once the rubber cups enclosing the maid's heavy breasts began to pulsate, squeezing and releasing the engorged breast tissue in a steady rhythm that soon had her whimpering with excitement.

Recalling the terrible time when she herself had lost all control of her body, Nicola now decided to press her hand upwards against the trapped maid's lower stomach and the sharp hiss of indrawn breath told her what she wanted to know. The straps were pressing Sophie's full bladder down against the hard top of the vaulting horse, and this kind of manipulation by her tormentor would rush her towards another orgasm.