Cassandra's Conflict (21 page)

But finally Rupert knew that his own control was vanishing. He put his hands on each side of Cassandra's waist and began to move her up and down on his shaft with ever increasing speed so that her flesh lips were pulled, her clitoris stimulated. Finally Françoise reached round and let her nimble fingers press into the very bottom of Cassandra's stomach, right above the pubic bone, rotating them in tiny circles to increase the all pervasive tightness that Rupert's ministrations had caused until Cassandra suddenly threw back her head as her spine arched in a frenzied spasm of pleasure and the aching tightness that had been so carefully built by the experienced husband and wife escaped into a wonderful release that toppled Rupert over the edge at the same time. He shouted aloud as he spilt his seed into this fascinating girl for the first time.

Exhausted, Cassandra felt herself lifted off him, but they hadn't finished with her yet, because now Katya, who had been enjoying the baron's undivided attention, suddenly sat up and pushed her opponent onto her back again. She bent her head and began to tongue between Cassandra's thighs, carefully licking off the cold cream that the baron had applied and then letting her tongue snake higher so that she was dipping it in Rupert's sperm as it slowly seeped out of Cassandra.

It was more than Cassandra's body wanted, but she knew that they were all expected to carry on and it wasn't until Katya's fingers moved higher that she began to feel nervous. Her body was still jumpy from the excesses of the climax she'd just experienced, and when Katya held her outer lips apart the others could see the still pulsing flesh and the way the clitoris had hidden from sight to recover.

This didn't bother Katya, who looked to Françoise for assistance. Obediently, Françoise positioned her hand in Cassandra's pubic hair and then let her fingers trail down so that at the vital moment she could pull up on the skin and the hood of the clitoris would slide back with it. The two men watched in silence, knowing what was about to happen but keeping their distance.

The baron reached down to his bedside drawer and quietly extracted a small ampoule. Then he watched Cassandra's body carefully, taking note of the tiny tremors that shook her from time to time as the women's fingers caused too much re-arousal, but they would always cease immediately and between them gradually lulled her into a false sense of security.

Rupert, who had often seen this particular trick of theirs before and always enjoyed it, was surprised to find his manhood stirring again. He wondered why Cassandra excited him so much, but a quick glance at his friend showed that she had the same effect on Dieter.

At last, when Cassandra's weary eyes closed, Katya nodded at Françoise. Her slow, rhythmic pulling movements through the pubic hair didn't change but she pressed her fingers more firmly to make sure that this time the protective hood of the clitoris was pulled back as well.

For one glorious second, Katya stared at the exposed nub of pleasure that now longed only for a chance to recover from the day's stimulation, and then she dipped her head and let her tongue hover above the vulnerable nerve centre which was trying to withdraw but had no place to hide.

The baron's hand rested on the bed, the ampoule between his fingers, and at the exact moment that Katya's wicked tongue flicked down onto the painfully over-used clitoris, he reached across and broke the ampoule under Cassandra's nose.

She gasped with the shock of the tongue on her raw nerve endings, and as she gasped she inhaled the amyl nitrite and immediately all the pain vanished as her whole body was overcome by wave after wave of orgasmic shocks that continued to shake her body for several minutes before the effects of the drug began to wane and her heartbeat gradually slowed to normal.

Katya looked at her long-term lover with something dangerously close to hatred in her eyes. 'You let her enjoy that. You spoilt it for me. It was meant to be my pleasure, not hers.'

'I'm tiring of your cruelty,' he said lazily, stroking some of Cassandra's hair off her damp forehead. Cassandra moaned with pleasure, the drug still making her desperately oversensitive to every touch.

He didn't want a scene, and the day had gone well as far as he was concerned, so he reached out for Katya, turned her on her stomach and got her to kneel with her head down on the pillow so that Françoise could suckle at her breasts while he fetched a large dildo with a hollow bulb in the artificial testicles and a channel up the centre of the imitation penis. He carefully filled the hollow bulb with warm soapy water, and then spread a little vaseline round the head to make penetration easier.

He knew that Katya loved to have the dildo inserted into her rectum, particularly if a woman was playing with her clitoris and breasts at the same time, but he wanted to see how much she'd enjoy the soapy water when it entered her back passage.

Françoise was busy doing all the things she and Katya enjoyed, and very soon Katya was urging the baron to hurry up with the dildo. 'Patience, my dear. Pleasure is better when prolonged,' he reminded her. Rupert, who had watched the preparations with interest, wondered how long Katya would be able to prolong the pleasure once the soapy water entered her lower bowel.

The head of the dildo was inserted carefully into her rectum as she bore down to make entry easier, then she tightened around it, and the sensations were wonderful especially when Franchise's clever teasing of her clitoris enhanced the full tight feeling within.

Then Françoise inserted three fingers into Katya's vagina, and the baron began to move the dildo gently in and out, slowly at first but then faster as Katya's hips tried to force the pace. He knew that she was close to coming, could tell from the way her toes were beginning to curl on the bed beneath him, and at the last moment before she came he squeezed the bulb firmly between his fingers.

Katya's body, gathering itself together for a blissfully familiar orgasm, was startled by the sudden gushing wetness that flooded into her. At first she rather liked it, it was similar to having a man ejaculate there although there was more liquid, but then the soapiness began to have its effect and as she shuddered and tightened, her bowel went into a terrible cramping spasm and she knew that if she didn't get out of the room she'd lose control and disgrace herself in front of everyone, but the baron still had hold of the dildo and was refusing to let her go as he continued to squeeze the last of the liquid up through the inner tube.

'Prolong it, my dear,' he said silkily. 'Show your self-control. Let the ecstasy last.'

Françoise, unaware of what was happening, continued to let her fingers trail over Katya's heaving stomach but suddenly Katya wrenched herself away from the woman's touch and she flung herself sideways, off the bed and then dashed for the bathroom, crying because as she'd moved the baron had pulled the dildo out of her and only her own muscles could prevent the disaster she feared.

As she sat sobbing silently on the toilet, Katya knew that this time it was a very different game the baron had devised. This time, she was the one who was meant to lose, but she had no intention of letting that happen. She'd be more careful in future, and wouldn't attempt to hurt Cassandra again, but she'd use every other weapon she had to defeat this intruder who had spoilt everything since her arrival.

As Katya wept and plotted, the other three showered and dressed, agreeing that the evening had gone well while Cassandra slept the sleep of exhaustion, never knowing that it was the baron who carried her to her own bed and pulled the duvet up over her to keep her warm.

He was looking forward to the competition the next day.

'I hate that girl,' Katya confessed quietly to Françoise as they watched Cassandra through the French windows. She was wandering round the garden chatting to a workman about the new rockery the baron was having built. 'He's changed since she arrived. Nothing's the same any more.'

Françoise smiled. 'Nothing ever remains the same; isn't that why we're with the men we are? Neither of us could survive a routine life.'

'That's not what I meant,' Katya retorted impatiently. 'Of course I'm not pining for domesticity and sex every Wednesday and Saturday night, but I sometimes think Dieter is. He's got the same look in his eyes that he had when he met Marietta.'

'Well she didn't last long!' Françoise laughed.

Katya, trying to suppress a dark memory that had to remain hidden if she was to keep sane, turned to her friend. 'This one would, Françoise. She's made of sterner stuff than Marietta, and there'll never be children to distract her either. I can't afford to have her remain here much longer.'

Françoise watched with interest as her own husband joined Cassandra by the rockery. She saw him put an arm round the girl's waist as they spoke, and noticed how Cassandra moved away at the first opportunity, by bending down to point to some plants she cleverly disguised her rejection.

'She certainly has something special about her. I confess to finding her very attractive myself. Not like Clara, of course, she's just a wonderful toy, whereas Cassandra would be a challenge.'

Katya scowled, then remembered what her beautician had said and quickly erased the lines from her forehead. 'I don't need you to admire her, too. What I want to know is what can I do about her? Dieter would never have humiliated me the way he did last night before Cassandra came.'

'For myself,' Françoise said with a smile, 'I enjoy the enemas. They are an acquired taste, but most pleasurable in moderation.'

'Last night wasn't at all pleasurable because I wasn't expecting it, and he had no right to do it to me.'

Françoise looked at Katya in surprise. 'He has the right to do anything he likes to you. It isn't as though you've ever persuaded him into marriage; you're only here because he lets you stay.'

Katya moved closer to the tall Brazilian girl. 'Help me, Françoise. How can I make sure she loses?'

'Loses what?'

Katya knew that the game was a secret and tried to cover her mistake. 'Loses out to me, of course.'

'I think all you can do is wait. Eventually Dieter will push her too far, and she will make a scene or irritate him. Rupert always says that Dieter's tolerance level is the lowest of any man he's met! Also, as a friend, I think I should give you a word of warning.'

'What is it?' Katya asked shortly; she hated taking advice even when she'd requested it.

'Your desire to inflict pain is not to Dieter's liking.'

'Of course it is! He's always been more than happy to accommodate me in that direction,' Katya said smugly.

'Yes, because you choose it; he does not care very much to inflict real pain on those who do not take pleasure from it, and when you hurt others he is not entertained.'

Katya knew that her friend was right, but it only irritated her all the more. 'What am I meant to do then? Give her nothing but orgasms? The whole idea of having her here was to teach her self-discipline.'

'There are limits surely,' Françoise murmured, surprised to see that Rupert was still following Cassandra round the garden.

'If there are, it's for the first time.'

'My advice to you,' Françoise said, deciding to go into the garden herself, 'is to bide your time. I have no doubt that Dieter has plenty of ideas up his sleeve to test Cassandra's true worth, and I would have thought it would take more than a withdrawn Englishwoman to hold his attention for any length of time. One can scarcely imagine her at one of his magnificent parties!'

'I suppose you're right, but it isn't easy,' Katya muttered, wishing for once that there weren't so many cameras and microphones dotted round the house.

'Where's the fun if life's easy? Compared to my childhood, any problems Rupert and I encounter are nothing at all. Now I shall go and talk to my husband and then join Clara for a little more instruction in the joys of the flesh. She has a passion for Dieter that is really touching. I must try and persuade him to take her again before we leave.'

The conversation did nothing to soothe Katya's ruffled temper. She realised that she had to be sensible, and that Françoise was almost certainly right when she said Cassandra wouldn't last for long, and yet at the back of her mind there was always the spectre of Marietta. If Dieter's wife hadn't become so clinging and feeble after the birth of Christina, then she would have lasted and no one could have called Marietta adventurous. When she had joined in her husband's parties, it was always with the greatest of reluctance and he used to accept her token appearances with apparent equanimity. Once she was dead he reverted, hurling himself hedonistically into every possible sexual challenge, but there had been that moment of danger when Katya had sensed the possibility of an end to their relationship, and this was another such moment. Somehow she had to make sure that Cassandra lost without physically harming her herself.

In the middle of the afternoon, when they were all lying around in the garden enjoying the heat of the sun, the baron stood up and clapped his hands. 'I'm bored,' he announced. 'I think it's time for our competition.'

'What competition?' asked Françoise, who had Clara stretched out beside her and was continually fondling the girl's large breasts while making her eat pieces of truffle from her own mouth and ensuring that every time she did, it ended in a warm fusion of their lips and tongues, a fusion that excited Clara as much as it shamed her.

'You will see,' the baron said with his most boyish grin.

Cassandra, who was sitting in the swing seat reading a book, glanced up and saw the dimple in his cheek. As always it was irresistible to her, and she felt an instant tug of physical attraction. To her delight he looked directly at her. 'Cassandra, come with me. You are to take a leading role in the contest. Katya, bring Françoise, Rupert, Clara and Peter up to the top floor in fifteen minutes.'

'What about Lucy?' asked Rupert, who always enjoyed the little maid's company.

'Lucy has the other leading role. She will be with us. Come, Cassandra.' Holding out a hand he pulled her to her feet. She stood, but reluctantly, suddenly aware of the predatory way the others were eyeing her and beginning to suspect that the competition might not be to her liking.

The baron clicked his tongue impatiently. 'What's the matter with you? Are you already tired of us?'

She shook her head, managed to flash a smile at him, and put her hand in his. His fingers closed tightly round hers, but for once Katya didn't look in the least put out, in fact she smiled at Cassandra and this worried the younger girl even more.

Inside, the house seemed dark after the bright sunlight of the garden and she almost stumbled over the second flight of stairs. The baron's hands caught her round the waist and he could feel her tension. He smiled to himself.

Cassandra had been terrified that he was taking her to the room where Lucy had been disciplined, but this one was far larger and just as luxurious as those on the first floor.

It seemed to be some kind of a bedroom, but two beds were set in the middle of the large room, and they weren't normal beds but the kind of couches found in Victorian drawing rooms with a rounded curve at one end where the head could rest.

Lucy was already waiting in the room, standing by the window in her uniform. She smiled and bobbed a curtsy to the baron. He didn't smile back, but pointed towards one of the couches. 'Take off your clothes, except for your stockings and suspender belt, and then lie there. Cassandra, do the same and lie on the other couch.'

'I'm not wearing stockings,' Cassandra said nervously.

He pointed to a nearby stool. 'All that you need is there. Hurry, the others will be here soon and you must both be ready.'

'What's going to happen?' Cassandra asked.

'We are going to see how well you have learnt to control yourself since you joined us. See that clock on the wall there?' Both girls looked up to where a large clock had been fixed to the wall opposite their heads. 'Once the game begins the clock will be started. It will run for an hour. During that time we will all take turns to try and bring you both to as many climaxes as possible, but I shall be extremely disappointed if either of you has more than two and I am hoping that one of you will manage to last through the hour without having even one.' He glanced at their faces and allowed himself a small smile. 'But perhaps I am over-optimistic, yes?'

Cassandra was beginning to feel hot with embarrassed anticipation. 'What if we have more than two?' she whispered.

'It will show me how much more training you need. I shall make an allowance insofar as Lucy has been with us nearly a year, and her body has had longer to learn the ways of postponing her pleasure.'

'Is there a prize for the winner?' Lucy asked, climbing onto the couch.

'No, only a punishment for the loser.'

'What kind of punishment?' Cassandra asked, keeping her eyes fixed on his and searching for some suggestion of emotion or feeling in them.

'I have yet to decide! Ah, here are the others at last. I have just been telling the girls about the competition, now I will explain the rules to you.' He did, and Katya began to feel much happier. Lucy was well trained. She had suffered a great deal during her early weeks in the house, and her body was used to obeying whatever strictures either Katya or the baron placed on it. Cassandra had hardly been trained at all, except in pleasure, and her body would rush to welcome the sensations it had so quickly learnt to enjoy. She was quite certain that Lucy would win easily.

'Can we do anything we want to bring them to a climax?' Rupert asked, his eyes already on Cassandra as he remembered the previous night.

'No drugs,' his friend replied. 'Cocaine and amyl nitrite are out, but anything else is acceptable. The only rules are that you have to start slowly, and each of us can only spend ten minutes at a time on the same person.

'Peter, you, Françoise and I will start on Lucy while Rupert, Katya and Clara begin with Cassandra. After ten minutes we will change round. Does everyone understand?'

They did, and for once even Clara's eyes were bright. She knew only too well what it was like to be continually stimulated and here at last was a chance to do it to someone else. She could hardly wait to begin. The baron looked at all their faces, flushed with anticipation, and he was delighted with his little idea. With a quick movement of his hand he started the clock and the competition began.

Cassandra watched as Rupert, Clara and Katya approached her and her insides seemed to curl up with terror. They were all so skilled, and had seen her in the throes of excitement often enough to know how to bring about the release she now had to delay indefinitely.

Rupert, remembering that they had to start slowly, gently unfastened the suspenders and began to peel off the black stockings Cassandra had just put on. He rolled the first one down her leg inch by inch, his fingers lingering at each turn. Then he told her to lift her leg so that he could roll it off her foot, and his fingers brushed the soft pads of flesh at the base of her toes, tickling very gently and making her catch her breath. Then he repeated the process with the other leg, and this time she knew what was coming and her slim foot arched in advance so that his fingers had to stretch further to touch the soft flesh pads. This time he chose to rotate them and shivers of delight ran up her leg.

Once her stockings had been removed, Rupert sat at the foot of the couch and put her left foot in his lap, letting it brush against the tight bulge in his trousers so that she was aware of his excitement. Then he began to suck and lick at each of the toes in turn, and she gave little moans of pleasure at the delicious feelings that ran the entire length of her leg and up higher, into the join of her thighs.

As Rupert worked, Katya took a bolster from one of the cupboards in the room and slid this beneath Cassandra's hips, so that her stomach was pushed up, tight extended flesh was always more susceptible to even the lightest pressure and anyway she wanted to see the frantic ripples of the stomach muscles when Cassandra began to fight off her first orgasm.

Clara, who at first had found herself unable to touch the pale, slim body lying on the couch, finally found the courage to take a long carefully pointed feather from a table at the head of the couch and she stroked this over Cassandra's small breasts, watching with fascination as the tightly puckered nipples began to swell and rise from the surrounding areola. Intrigued, she held the feather point down and let the tip rest in the tiny hollow at the crest of the nipple, in the place where milk would flow if Cassandra should ever give birth, and this touch by the inexperienced Clara made Cassandra groan through clenched teeth as waves of pleasure flooded through her breasts.

With her belly raised by the bolster, Katya couldn't help but let her hand reach out and draw the backs of her fingers across the susceptible flesh, moving her hand down towards the pubic hair and then back up again to the narrow waist. Cassandra's body trembled, and all at once Katya remembered seeing Dieter's hands on the sides of the girl's body and she let her fingers drift to the hollows at each side of her waist and on down over the clearly visible hipbones. This time Cassandra's stomach leapt and her breath caught in her throat.

Rupert regretfully ceased his attentions to her toes and began to flick his tongue up her legs, paying particular attention to the insides of her knees before reaching the silken skin of her thighs. Once there he couldn't resist nipping lightly with his teeth, and while he was doing that, Clara was swirling the feather in the crest of her nipples and Katya was teasing the stretched skin over her hips so that Cassandra could feel herself becoming moist, and Rupert saw the first drops of liquid gleaming on her thick pubic hair.