Cassandra’s Purgatory (1)

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Suddenly, the pain disappears and is replaced by a great joy, the Count’s hand moves and Cassandra asks: “Why do you want to humiliate me even more?”. In Hampstead of a seemingly elegant and cultured building in Hampstead, there is a world of indulgent and bizarre eroticism that comes crashing down when Cassandra is hired as the Count’s governess. He leads her into a game, an erotic world of lust-induced fear and pure obedience to fulfillment. The rules of the game are known only to the Count, and there evil and pleasure are twins.

Chapter 1

Cassandra tried not to be overly optimistic as the cab raced down Hampstead Avenue. Surely, the job sounded ideal, and the woman who interviewed her seemed to think she was perfect for it. It was just that, as usual, when it came to times like these, she remembered what her husband had said when he broke up with her.

“Cathy, you’re hopeless!” He yelled, throwing his clothes into a box: “Should have left you years ago, many men give up after six months.”

“What do you mean?” She cried out, but in her heart, she understood, she’d always understood, she’d understood on the first night of their marriage, she just didn’t want to hear him say it.

“You’re sexually frigid!” Paul’s voice echoed through the tiny house, and when he saw the look in her eyes, he felt the need to ease up. “Maybe the fault isn’t yours.” He admitted: “Your parents are old enough to be your grandparents. They never let you out of their sight for too long, you don’t know what life is all about and I don’t want to waste the rest of my life trying to teach you.”

For a moment Cassandra tried to imply that she was also doing this because he was nervous, awkward and inexperienced. But in the end she said nothing. Regardless, Louise found that he could turn her on. Otherwise Louise wouldn’t have come to seduce him.

As he walked to the front door, Cassandra pleaded one last time, “Paul, what am I going to do? I’ve never worked before, I moved here straight from home, what am I going to do for a living?”

“I don’t know. Just don’t sell it on the street, will you starve?” He had no regard for her feelings. That was the end of their marriage.

“Miss, it’s here.” The driver said and Cassandra came back to reality with a start. She slowly got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk. The car came to a stop in front of two iron gates at least eight feet high, behind which was a graveled driveway that turned a few corners and then disappeared behind a few tall trees.

“Seven pounds fifty pence.” The driver was impatient.

Cassandra gave him a ten-pound bill and the driver drove off without making change. This was not a good sign.

The door was closed. There was no doorbell either. Cassandra looked up and saw a small surveillance camera.

The red light on it flickered to indicate that it had taken her in. Just as she stared at the camera in amazement, the door opened silently. Cassandra swallowed hard and stepped into the driveway.

Once around the corner and out of sight of the main road outside, the driveway became straight again and continued to a short Georgian house. The windows were extremely numerous, many with layers of European-style shades on the outside. Examining it all, especially having just experienced the bustle of central London, Cassandra felt distinctly peaceful, as if she had come to the countryside, and she didn’t notice a young woman at one of the windows on the top floor peering down at her.

Before I could ring the bell, the front door had been opened by a young, beautiful maid. She was dressed in a beautiful gray and white uniform. Cassandra handed over the letter of introduction that the woman had given her and said, “My name is Cassandra Williams. My name is Cassandra Wilhelm. My name is Cassandra Williams. I have an eleven o’clock appointment with Dieter von Ritter.”

The maid smiled but did not speak as she gestured for Cassandra to follow her. Passing through a darker hall with parquet-planked floors to a small reception room with armchairs on each side of an ornate marble fireplace, she slowly sat down.

After the maid left, there was the sound of a door opening. A woman in a blue and white uniform breezed past Cassandra’s line of sight and disappeared out the front door.

“She’s another applicant.” Cassandra guessed. And despaired that she was far more suited to be governess to the Baron’s two daughters.

As she continued to wait, Cassandra realized that the house was incredibly quiet: there were no sounds of children playing, people walking, or talking. If she hadn’t seen the young maid and the departing woman, Cassandra would have thought she was alone. But at the Kensington office, during her initial interview, she had learned that the baron had a mistress, two young girls, and a full complement of staff.

Cassandra was beginning to feel a little uneasy; no one knew of her connection with the house except the woman in Kensing, and if anything happened, there was really no one to know. Her parents were dead, Paul never wrote to her, and fear tightened her throat as she stood up, with a sudden instinct to get out of here and hurry.

“Is that Mrs. Williams?” A low, civilized voice.

Cassandra turned, and there in the aisle stood a six-foot tall man with tanned tawny skin. Blonde hair was parted at the sides and fell in a messy fashion to cover his right eye, and his face was extremely round, almost child-like, but his eyes were out of proportion: large, distant, dark brown, and with arched eyebrows on either side. These gave him a quizzical expression, as if he were ready to ask a question at any moment; these eyes were unusual and had a sense of intelligence that Cassandra could not describe. Her carotid artery began to beat violently and she felt inexplicably exhilarated.

He was sizing her up, examining her gray skirt, her short cream-colored turtleneck blouse, her black hair gathered into a loose ponytail at the back of her head. He saw her plump lower lip and noticed that his presence made her breath quicken.

“Is that Mrs. Williams?” He repeated, and this time, she heard the accent; the woman in Kensington had said he was from Austria.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, you startled me, I was wondering if there was anyone else in the room…”

He nodded contemplatively, his expression serious, and suddenly he smiled, a small dimple appearing on his left cheek and wrinkles piling up at the corners of his eyes. It was a fascinating smile! Cassandra’s heart beat abnormally; she felt she was having trouble breathing and her legs inexplicably lost strength, she thought it might be illness.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” His voice was soft, “Do you know what this is about?”

She didn’t actually know, but nodded, “Eh, maybe I’m early.”

“No, you’re right on time, please follow me.”

Wondering how he knew what was going on, Cassandra speculated as she followed him through the hall to a spacious, sun-drenched living room. The windows were hung with heavy, bright red windows . The wool rug on the floor was similarly red, painted with black oriental designs. Though it was a room full of sunlight, Cassandra felt a little cold and couldn’t help shivering.

The Baron sat down in an easy chair and gestured for Cassandra to take a seat in the ladder-backed chair directly across from him. She sat down gracefully, folding her hands in her lap, not noticing his admiring scowl.

“You sit beautifully.” His voice was softly spoken, “I admire poise and good behavior, and those who care for my daughter need to have some of the old values that I disapprove of in the modern way of caring for children. Discipline is a part of life, and if children are not taught that. How will they regulate their behavior in the future?”

Cassandra nodded, “Absolutely right, growing up my parents were always very strict with me.”

“Did any of this help you when you were growing up?”

She hesitated, thinking that she had messed up. To answer in the affirmative would be almost a lie. “I can’t be absolutely sure, but they must be right…”

“Maybe you didn’t learn?” He laughed. The question had depths she couldn’t fathom, and his constant questioning disturbed her enough that she wanted to confess.

“Perhaps not,” she admitted, “I rebelled sometimes, as children often do, don’t they? I don’t think they can catch up with the times, and that’s probably why I staggered Paul into marriage, because I knew they didn’t approve.

And Paul is now with a rich older woman, so obviously they’re right.”

“Did you admit this to your parents?”

“No.” Her voice was soft, “They’re all in the past.”

He leaned his body forward, “Any siblings?” Cassandra shook her head, “Just me.” Her voice was a little forlorn.

His body leaned back, part of his face hidden in shadow. But she saw him nod and say something in a very soft, satisfied tone.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear what you were saying.” She apologized.

“I’d say you’re pretty good.”

Cassandra’s eyes went wide with surprise, “You haven’t inquired about my credentials, and the fact is, I’ve never babysat before, but of course, I love children…”

“Why of course?” He interrupted her.

“Everyone loves children, don’t they?”

“No, but not Katia,” he paused, glanced at Cassandra, and went on, “she is my fiancée, and she does not love children. So I want someone, young, who can love children like a mother, but at the same time must be strict and teach them the necessary rules of childhood.”

Cassandra remembered her childhood, though she desperately needed the job. But she had to speak up. “I think love is just as important as training.” She hated being adamant.

The Baron gazed at her, his expression grave, but his face cleared due to the light. “I agree,” he said in a soft voice, “that a combination of affection and severity is best.”

Cassandra was high with having the courage to speak these words. Instead of upsetting the Baron, her words confirmed the feeling that she was best suited for the job. Within moments, he had his secretary draw up a contract and asked when she could start. Because of the success of the interview, Cassandra was high and a little confused.

“Up to you, I only rented my house for a week because I was out of work at the time.”

“Then go back and pack your bags and I’ll send a car to pick you up in the morning, okay?”

“Great.” Cassandra nodded.

“It’s settled.” He shook her hand. His fingers were so long that they touched her wrist. “I hope you’ll be with us for a long time; too much change is not good for children.” In the palm of his hand, she felt like she was going to burn. But she remained calm, barely able to take her eyes off him, his eyes seemed to suggest something.

“Don’t worry, I don’t like constant change either.” Finally she said in a slightly unsteady voice, “One of the things that attracted me to this job is that you don’t have to be seen in public. It’s unusual, but I’ve always lived a sheltered life. It’s really nice here, I guess you almost live in your own world, huh?”

“Not bad at all.” He said slowly, “You’ll get used to being here, this house doesn’t allow the outside world to intrude in, and we have full facilities.”

Cassandra realizes she doesn’t want to leave, doesn’t want to go packing. She just wanted to stay with this charismatic man, and his family. “When can we meet the baby?” She suddenly recalled that she should have mentioned this a long time ago.

For a moment, the Baron looked taken aback, as if he had forgotten they existed. “Oh good, now you should meet the children.”

He stood up and rang the bell next to the mantelpiece. A few minutes later a soft knock sounded on the back door. A pretty redhead came through leading two blonde children. The Baron glanced quickly at the woman, “Abigail, thank you, we have found your replacement and tonight you can return to your old world.”

The woman’s eye frames flushed as she twisted her face away, her porcelain delicate skin showing a light red color.

“Unfortunately, Abigail can’t be disciplined.” The baron continued : “So it’s disappointing that she decided to leave us.”

Embarrassed, Cassandra smiled sympathetically at Abigail, seeing her eyes fill with tears as she stood uneasily in front of the Baron waiting for him to give her orders. “That’s all.” He said extremely pointedly. She stormed out of the parlor at once and an embarrassing silence filled the room.

The two girls looked up at their father with turquoise blue eyes. They looked extremely casual in front of their father. The Baron patted the slightly taller girl, “This is Helena, four years old; this one, who could be mistaken for an angel, is Krystina. Only two years old. Children, this is Cassandra, your new governess, as long as you don’t scare her off.”

The girls giggled, covering their faces with their hands and sneaking glances at her. The Baron shrugged, “Little girls like to eat and giggle like that, it can’t be bad, but it’s inviting.”

“I bet they’re shy.”

He frowned, “I hope that is not the case, I will not allow my family to look like this.”

Cassandra couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but she noticed the children drop their hands quickly. “I’m shy.” She confessed.

The other lord looked at her meditatively, “It will be all right! Now, children, off you go, lunch must have been laid out in your rooms upstairs, and you’ll have another chance to see her tomorrow.” The girls curtsied with great decorum before walking out of the room. Cassandra hoped to hear their laughter again as the door closed, she was disappointed. Even the footsteps of a child walking down the hall failed to be heard.

“Now that you’ve seen them, do you still want to stay?”

“Sure, they look pretty good, they’re all pretty!”

“They’re like their mother.” It didn’t sound like he was high with that. After a moment of momentary silence, he looked at the clock, “I’ll have someone drive you back.” Cassandra couldn’t believe how much she wanted to stay, to figure out the mystery of the house, the owner of the house so strongly attracted to her. “A cab will do.” She was reluctant to let the Baron call a car.

“I’d rather use my own driver, I hate strangers running around this house, Peter will drive you back.” He picked up the phone and said a few words in French, then set the receiver down again. “The car will pull up to the door in a few minutes. I’ll walk you out, and tomorrow we look forward to having you join us as a family.”

“So the contract?” Cassandra said warily, the lady in Kensington had explained that there were some details about the salary that she didn’t know enough about.

“Those are sizable enough numbers.” He interrupted her impatiently, as if tired of her doubting this.

“You can become a member of our family, but you must promise to abide by the rules of the house, which are not without reason, except for those clauses of secrecy.”

Cassandra, always wanting to belong, she was the homebody type, she looked at him in amazement, “Confidentiality clause?

“He shrugged, “I’m rich and famous, and when people leave my house and quit their jobs, I don’t want them to reveal what’s going on here in the papers. Like you, I want you to be a member of the family, deep in the family.”

“I’m not going to go to the papers and judge you!” Cassandra said with a bit of trepidation.

“I’m sure it’s true, but not if it’s promised on a signed document. Whatever the attraction, if people leave with conceivable resentment, or…” A door opened above them, and what sounded like agonized cries drifted down the hall channel.

“I know you can understand.” The Baron ended the conversation abruptly. Then he turned on his heel, stepped quickly away from her, and stood on the spacious landing above the handrail staircase.

Cassandra slowly walked out the front door towards the waiting car.

The Baron stood in front of the large bedroom’s projecting gable window watching young Peter, his cleaner for the last year, drive Cassandra back to the house she had originally rented, a place the Baron’s investigative department had learned about. The place was located in the slums, crowded with the underclass debt-ridden unemployed. He knew that if she were offered that position, she would surely take it. But in his most ambitious dreams, she hadn’t been so perfect. A greedy smile swept the corners of his mouth, and he sighed softly.

The petite, light yellow haired woman lying naked on the large round bed heard the sigh and laughed out loud, “She will come bearing gifts, and she will surely be the most moving gift you have had in years.” Caitia was impressed as well, her voice was that annoying accent of a woman who had weathered the storm for ten years and now had nothing better to do.

Her long, curly, light yellow hair and petite bones led to a false sense of innocence. From a distance she would have been mistaken for a young girl, but she was twenty-nine, and her age would have shown if she hadn’t been groomed, though she let the Baron know that she hadn’t made up her age. She hadn’t thought of being separated from his life; Marita’s death had ensured that she could stay in the house. Now that she was safely in the Dieter house, she wasn’t about to give way to anything else.

“You saw it all, Katia?”

“Of course, I just love watching closed-circuit television, the look on her face when you talked to him about love and constraints being the perfect combination was marvelous, and it was fairly obvious that she didn’t understand what you meant. We’ll have to keep the tape, soon she’ll know better, I’ll show her her original self as soon as the match is over.” Katya unfolded her body and held her breasts up, hoping that Detective would draw attention to her there. “When is Abigail leaving?”

“Tonight, she’s contracted for six o’clock.”

“Don’t you think she should work until then?”

There was not the slightest misunderstanding of the malignant intent behind the words. The Baron’s pulse quickened, too. It was his principle to keep all his women in ecstasy, wondering what he did or didn’t do. Besides, Katya enjoyed toying with Abigail more than he did. He was tired of the redhead, who was not at all disciplined and shed too many tears. He didn’t mind Katia’s pleasure, and having fun didn’t hurt her.

“I think I’d rather wait for Cassandra.” He replied.

It was hard for Katia to speak again. She hated him for making things difficult for her, but couldn’t find the key to enlighten him, “I thought you were going to give her a parting gift, a red packet, if it pleased you once,” she said easily.

“She can’t earn it anymore.”

“Here, sit on the bed,” Katya teased him. “I’ve been waiting up here all morning all alone.” She used her little girl’s sappy voice, though she was slowly coming to the realization not to think about most men.

The Baron was unmoved.

“Alone?” Finally he turned his face to her, “I don’t believe you’re really alone, I called Peter and he wasn’t in his house, I vaguely heard Abigail crying, I just hope young Cassandra didn’t recognize the noise for what it was. We don’t want to alarm her yet.”

“When I say alone, I mean without you, Peter is a child, and Abigail has made it hard enough.” The Baron laughed out loud, “Peter is very mature young man of nineteen.” “Abigail is very mature twenty year old woman, if she can’t earn a bonus, maybe she should be punished one last time.”

“For what?”

“For not being able to end this game.”

“Very well! Yes, I think that would be fair, fairness is what matters, otherwise this whole match would have no point, penalizing for failure to finish is an excellent idea, ring the bell for her.”

Kaydia laughed, kissing the side of his neck, “I’d love to, she’s already in pain and this would be extra fun, you’re so good to me, darling.”

“It’s nice to hear you compliment me.”

Alarm bells went off in Kaitia’s head, she definitely couldn’t push him away, she seemed to have to be independent, but never bossy. He didn’t like stubborn women-Marita was stubborn-but he didn’t like an overly dependent woman either. Sometimes she thought he didn’t always need a woman at all. He liked the excitement of the match more than anything else. Love, intimacy, and emotional bonds were all church delusions for Detective. Katia could be sure he was looking for something, she just wanted to discover what it was.

From her room (which was soon to be Cassandra’s) Abigail was summoned by the buzzing of bees. She knocked softly on the door, knocked until the Baron summoned her in, and went in. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and she looked at him nervously. In spite of everything that had happened just these past few months, she still felt his virility, his unsettling sexuality. He had made it so enjoyable for her from the very beginning, and it had all been fine, and it had all been spoiled by this woman.

The baron watched Abigail’s gray eyes turn to the seat in the middle of the bed where Katia sat, her small firm breasts pushed up, and he saw the fear on Abigail’s face. She had never learned to share, to accept Ketia’s joys as well as his. Unfortunately, she couldn’t know what would have become of her, had she been able to participate in his game for longer.

“You’re upset you left us Katia,” he explained. He walked behind Abigail and closed the door. “She was particularly annoyed that you and she didn’t manage to get along a little better, and she felt that it must have been her fault.”

Abigail watched the Baron circle the room, she didn’t want to answer his accent. She knew he didn’t mean anything by saying that in and of itself, he was talking out of his ass. There was no way she could react fast enough to please him, all she could do was stay silent because if she didn’t speak she wouldn’t be breaking the rules.

“Do you think it’s her fault, Abigail?” He continued, taking her chin in his hand and propping up her head.

Abigail barely whispered, “No.”

“Good, because it wasn’t my fault either, I think it was yours. Basically you’re still a smart girl, but you’ve never really tried to understand us and the way we like to live our lives at home. You broke the rules and you refused to be punished. You’re like a child who refuses to learn. So you’re to blame. You’re the one who messed up our game. Because of this, we have to stop this game and start another. If it was inappropriate to invite you, I think, it was to pay to give you a punishment and charge you a little penalty before you left us.”

Abigail’s breathing quickened, and the baron watched her breath rise and fall, her quivering breasts beneath her thin summer dress, and slowly reached out, removing the straps of her dress from her shoulders so that her skeleton shoulders clung to her side, and he undid the two buttons at her waist, and ran his hand up to grasp her naked breast, his fingers running in small circles over the nipple, which popped up in vibrant activity, and she swallowed deeply.

“Come to bed,” he urged again, his voice soft, but she felt uncomfortable with Katya at her side. She lay naked across the foot of the bed, those green eyes like a cat’s. Abigail hated her, hated her for being really cruel and for not understanding at all how Abigail’s body reacted.

“Come on,” he said, wrapping that free hand around her waist and dragging her along to the bed, pushing her so hard she fell smoothly onto the duck down comforter.

Her legs were still under the bed, but she felt her legs sink in due to her fear. Under the circumstances, she knew she couldn’t resist them as a pair anyway. They always won and she could never experience the pleasure the Baron gave her.

It was only because she couldn’t stand the presence of his mistress. Fear, is not a characteristic of Abigail’s sexuality. Fear, it seemed, was considered a failure in this dreadful household. In spite of that, she still hoped that this time the baron would give her the pleasure she had started out with, as she always did.

The Baron watched as the different expressions on her face changed and found a spark of passion, it was always a pleasure to see someone working against their own lust. Even though the energetic redhead was clearly too sexy for her own good, the most crucial moment of her venting, even if swept off her feet by Katya, was still just as moving a scene. The excitement was enough to make it worthwhile for Katya to do her bidding.

He turned to an impatient Katia and said, “Go get the tape.”

“No!” Abigail cried, and the Baron pressed a finger to her lips, “Of course we must use the strap-on; it will increase the pleasure, as you learned long ago, remember?”

“Don’t stay with her, I don’t want her here, bundle me up for later, please!”

“My dear Abigail, this is punishment; you are not here for your amusement, but for ours.”

Abigail ran out of words and was desperate to go to the restroom for a bit because she felt her bladder was up to her eyeballs.

Katia, with a high speed honed through training fetched the ribbons and bound Abigail’s ankles, then made a big show of the girl’s long legs before tying the ribbons to the little metal stakes around the round bed.

As soon as she was done, the Baron stripped off his own clothes and sat down beside Abigail, slowly going about undoing the buttons that were all still undone on her body, letting the dress slide off her, revealing large, dark nippled breasts, both of which his Mistress was particularly obsessed with.

He glanced at the girl who lay there shaking and not saying a word, he grabbed both her wrists and Ketia walked over to the bed and similarly bound each of her wrists.

The Baron’s eyes glanced down at her cream-colored flesh, and he thought she was too much for his taste, she was too flirtatious. He thought to himself that it was Katya who had chosen her at Lorraine’s villa. If he had chosen, she wouldn’t have been at all desirable, and inwardly he counted the selection as a mistake made by Katya.

I don’t know if it was because she didn’t want to lose points in the tournament, or because she was still inexperienced, but she rarely resisted anything the Baron did. But for the fact that she was always constantly working against Caitia’s tutelage made him annoyed with her long ago. Once he compared her flaming body to Cassandra’s slender one, he hardly wanted to bother getting this last one. But he thinks Katia deserves another chance.

He lowered his head and kissed Abigail’s closed eyes and temples while playing with her shoulders and arms, then her ass and stomach as he buried his head to take one of her nipples and flicked it with his tongue as his hand pressed against her pubic bone.

At his slightest effort, she let out a long sigh and fought to keep her body down. He heard Katya laugh out loud, “She’s had the door to the Sinister Room closed all morning,” she said out of breath in the shadows. The Baron smiled at Abigail, whose eyes widened, containing fear and discomfort. “That will increase your pleasure.” He reassured her in a soft whisper.

Abigail knew better, “No, please don’t,” she panted. But his fingers pressed against her arched bladder and she couldn’t help but let out a shush of discomfort and fear. Immediately Katya stepped up to the trapped girl’s nipple, already swollen from the Baron’s teasing, and snapped her sharp teeth into it.

Abigail’s breasts ached as if they had been set on fire by a tongue of flame, but this time she bit her lip and didn’t scream. The baron stared at her intently, watching the effect of the teeth-biting subside. He spread his palms and rubbed her lower abdomen, increasing or decreasing the pressure according to the expression that came into the girl’s eyes. The torture she was enduring also excited him, and he felt that handle of his harden as well so that the head of his cock scraped against Abigail’s pelvis.

I don’t know how much time passed, but his constant pressure and relaxation made it very clear to Abigail that she was about to lose complete control and wet the bed. It had happened before, when she’d been playing alone with Katya. This punishment was so horrible, she figured she couldn’t hold back any longer.

Her eyes looked pleadingly at the Baron, but he was unmoved, and she felt she had to scream out as the tension and stress began to send different signals towards her brain, little sparks like electrodes hitting her lower abdomen, her ass lifting slightly.

“Remain calm,” the Baron ordered her, “have you learned nothing here?”

She moaned, trying to muffle the “gurgle” of clenched teeth, knowing she had to stay calm and endure everything, after all, this was the last time. A drop of fluid dripped down the stream of the Baron’s cock. Abigail’s nerve endings were taut beyond belief, causing her to spring to her feet. The Baron laughed out loud and pressed harder against her, this time it was unbearable, but he seemed to know that, and his hand quickly moved away as he moved to part her silky outer lips and carefully tweak the clit beneath the wet, rippling flesh.

Abigail felt her joyful bud of flesh begin to swell; it had been two weeks since the Baron himself had touched the place, and her disobedient body had been hanging on to him. Now the pressure of her distended bladder and her throbbing nerve endings had no hope of getting the kind of relief he had given her in the past.

He licked her cleavage in slow circles with his tongue, past her belly and down to her thighs.

She was obsessed with him now, counting on him to take care of that little button of pleasure, to stick his tongue inside her and move it around in the same extremely tantalizing way he had used to make her so happy that she would forget about it, but he was just feinting between her legs, and all she could do was to wait for him to get high with it.

Going crazy with happy anticipation, she suddenly found a small hand plunging under her buttocks, and she struggled to avoid the scratching of that long fingernail gently grasping at her anal vain, but Katia was not easily rid of. The pain canceled out the pleasure Abigail took from the Baron’s touch.

Suddenly the most delicate tip of the Baron’s tongue moved into the lips of her inner cunt and burrowed through that tiny eye, which was exactly what she had been eagerly awaiting for so long, and felt was the most beautiful thing in the world. The vague pain made by Katya’s fingers was beginning to subside. Her pelvis and bladder were full of passion. The Baron’s hands were still dealing with her breasts, gripping them hard.

The incredible joy her tongue was still giving her, her entire body on the verge of seizing up with excitement.

As this appeared to be a permanent action that wouldn’t change anymore, she was suspended on the edge of arousal as he quickly withdrew from her moist, warm orifice, spinning the text to move toward her clitoris, a red light flashing under her eyes, her body bouncing off the bed, straining the ribbons as she shook her body up to the very heights of her sexual arousal as Katya poked three fingers toward her tight anus, the baron pressing down on her pubic bone below her. Abigail was completely out of control, her body tugging at the ribbons in agitated desperation while her bladder poured out all its reserves. Realizing with horror what had happened, she let loose a howl of her pent up hatred in a shrill exhalation.

Ketia’s busy fingers stopped for a moment, and she turned her face toward the baron and smiled. Dieter had left the humiliated girl, his face expressionless.

Abigail’s last one-time venting war cry ended when Katia lowered her head to lick her thighs clean, and Abigail closed her eyes to show her displeasure at the insult. But Katia did as she was told.

The Baron pulled her back, “That’s enough, let her go.” Ketia reluctantly obeyed. “Look at me,” the Baron said softly to the whimpering girl.

Experience had taught her that it was best to obey while his voice remained calm, and she slowly raised her eyelids as he looked at her, and she wanted to hate him and couldn’t.

“Look,” he said to her, “it’s good for you. As long as you’re willing to take the competition seriously, I think you could learn a lot about yourself, who knows. Maybe there’ll be a permanent place for you here.”

Abigail couldn’t bear to think that she might lose her chance to spend her life with the baron. “You mean I can stay with you?” She said softly, imagining what life here would be like without the hated Katia.

He ruffled a stray strand of hair from her sweaty forehead, “Certainly not with me! I think there could be a place for you and Katya here.”

“She’s promiscuous!” Abigail sobbed, “Don’t you understand that love isn’t like that?”

“It’s a waste, all this talk about promiscuity and normal intercourse. Pleasure is everything, but you never understood that, did you? That’s not your fault; Katya has poor taste. As for love…” His voice changed tone as if in amusement.

Still sitting between Abigail’s wrenched legs, caressing the young woman’s creaseless flesh, Katia looked up when she heard the baron say this, and she felt a premonition of danger.

“That’s not my fault!”

“You talk like a child.” His phrasing was light, but the accusation was clear enough. She sure as hell couldn’t use childish noises anymore; she had to take responsibility for her mistakes. If only Det could give the girl more time, but he was annoying her. So they’d have to start a new game. Abigail hadn’t ever given him enough excitement. At least if Cassandra couldn’t stimulate his tired palate, it would be his fault.

“I don’t want to leave you,” Abigail suddenly exclaimed, sitting up and stomping Katya off the bed, “I know I can make you happy, and you can do whatever you want with me. You can…”

” Open,” his voice was colder than she had ever heard it, “you’re beginning to annoy me, don’t you think what you’re saying is the worst thing I can imagine? I don’t want a woman willing to be at my mercy, what excitement is there in that?”

“But…”

“Go! Peter will take you to a hotel. Remember you signed a contract-absolutely discreet and you can be financially compensated. Though I’m sure I can trust you, after all, you don’t want people to know how you’ve been living for the past two months?”

Abigail glanced at the large television set in the corner of the bedroom and the tracking camera lens on it. “No,” she said softly, her head sinking.

“I know, go.”

After she left, Katia took her skeletal shoulders and embraced the Baron, pressing her bare breasts against his broad back, “Let’s watch some TV, it should be exciting.”

The Baron swept Katya over to sit her on his knee as he absentmindedly stroked her neck. She took his still-erect cock into her mouth and sucked gently. “I don’t think so. I have another thing to worry about.”

“But I want you to fuck me,” Katya said softly, lifting her head. “I want you to…” he pushed her away, and the pile could be heavy, pushing her down to the floor, and she sensed another discomfort; he wasn’t just bored, he was annoyed. If she couldn’t make him happy in the next match, she might have to lose her place here.

“I think Cassandra will make us all happy.”

“I think so too. She’s been on my mind constantly, and these days such innocence is a rarity. I doubt if her husband ever let him have a moment’s joy.”

“Maybe she’s livestock cold.” Katya said through gritted teeth.

“Have I ever looked at a woman the wrong way?” Seeing Katya shake her head, he continued, “Of course never. She is probably too afraid to admit her sexuality to be forced to face that fact, and to take her intelligence against me that in itself would be a source of great pleasure.”

“I’m looking forward to it too.” Katya agreed.

“This match will be different.” He pulled on a thin jacket and Katya paid attention, his matches were always so complicated. “This time it will add a little extra excitement.”

“What’s that?” She asked curiously.

“There can only be one winner this time.”

“A winner?” She didn’t understand.

The Baron nodded, “It was either you or Cassandra, my dear.”

“What will happen to the loser?” Katya tensed.

He shrugged, “I don’t know, the loser goes to Robert, or she just disappears.”

“You mean if I lose I have to go away for a while?”

“I mean if you lose, I will never want to see you again.”

Agony clogged Ketia’s chest. Only through Dieter could she satisfy her complex sexual hunger, her cruelty, her love affairs with other women, her ever-increasing lust for younger men, all of which were understood by the baron, and only there would she find a lover willing to indulge her. She knew Diété intimately, after all, and knew all the secrets of his soul. Dieter’s world was dark, eccentric, and the only abode she found suitable for her. She doubted she could exist outside of Hantesp.

Chapter II

When Cassandra saw the young chauffeur, who had taken her two suitcases from the fashionable black “Daimler,” she was surprised to see that he had not been able to get them out of the car.

as she took it out of her trunk and came in through the Baron’s front door, she was both thrilled and nervous at the same time. It was wonderful to feel wanted, to know that there were people who really needed her to work for them, but it was also frightening to break herself away from everything she had known before. She knew it was absurd and ridiculous, yet in some ways this Hampstead residence seemed like a foreign country, and she had never had the courage to travel to a foreign country.

At last she drew a deep breath and followed Peter inside. There was no one in the hall, and her two trunks were long gone; she thought they might have been taken upstairs, and once more there was silence everywhere. A few seconds later she heard the light footsteps upstairs rest, and she instantly recalled a strange cry from that direction just as she was about to leave after being received. At the time, she thought it was a child’s cry, but then, as time went on and her imagination galloped, she was confident that it was more like the moan of an adult in pain, a thought that had been agonizing her like an intermittent toothache.

“I think I hear a car!” A female voice shouted. Cassandra looked up and saw a young woman with long, pale yellow, shoulder-length hair, like a waterfall with undulating waves, walking down the stairs.

She was petite, only slightly taller than five feet, with slender bones that glowed with a tanned face that showed off those amazingly flattering eyes even more. She wore a tight mini-skirt that outlined a physique usually reserved for aerobatics or swimming. That kind of perfection was something Cassandra had always disbelieved when she read about it in newspapers and magazines. Yet to see this young woman. To think that she was this baron’s fiancée. It was only natural for her to realize that for women with plenty of time and money, this would undoubtedly make sense. A man like the baron, Von Ritter, was always only to be desired. A man like the Baron, Von Ritter, was always attracted only by voluptuous objects, and this young woman certainly was. Objectively examining another woman’s form was a first for Cassandra, and when she realized what she was doing, she immediately averted her gaze, for she felt a blush of shame reaching the nape of her neck.

That morning, Katya had spent a considerable amount of time preparing to meet the woman who was her opponent in the upcoming tournament, and she herself didn’t know it yet. When she saw Cassandra blush, she felt a satisfied joy. She slid her hands under the top of her hips as if to straighten the wrinkles in her skirt suit. Yet it actually accentuated her curves, so she held out her right hand to greet her visitor.

“You must be Cassandra B. I’m Katia Crews, and I live here with the Baron and his very lovely little daughters. I live here with the Baron and his very lovely little daughters. They’re fun, but I’m afraid they’re too energetic for me. I’m an owl, they’re a pair of larks. Since you are here, at least I can sleep soundly before midnight.”

She made a girlish giggle at Cassandra, who returned the smile, completely unaware that Katya had never gotten out of bed to care for the two girls, or that if she had her way, the children would have been sent to boarding schools as soon as they turned eight.

“I’m all right in the morning.” Cassandra replied.

“But nighttime is bad?” Katya asked, her voice suddenly softening.

“I’m usually in bed by ten,” Cassandra admitted this. “My parentage always instructed me not to overexert myself.”

“How tiresome these words sound. My parents could hardly find time to sleep. Wasting a minute of their lives is intolerable to them.”

“Do they live in England?” Cassandra asked.

Katya’s eyes filled with tears-the Baron might have told Cassandra she shed crocodile tears more easily than any woman he’d ever met-then her voice dropped to a whisper. “They were killed in an airplane accident three years ago.” She spilled the secret.

“How dreadful!” Cassandra’s sympathy immediately rose at the thought of her own parents’ death.

Katia, who never knew who her father was. Her mother, who used every possible means to please a man, had died of philandering shortly after completing her daughter’s twelve-year-old education. The corners of Katya’s mouth dropped for a moment, so she smiled bravely. “Well, let’s not go into detail about the past. Everyone has sad things in their lives. Let me take you upstairs and show you your room. The house has been thoroughly cleaned since Abigail left yesterday, and we have changed the windows  and bed linens so that it will suit your personality better. Dieter thinks that you and Abigail have different passions in interior design.

“I really didn’t expect…” said Cassandra, her voice getting lower. It was hard for her to imagine a man who cared so much about his hired help that he changed the decor of many of his rooms for their convenience.

“But aren’t bedchambers important to a woman?” Catia said, placing a small hand gently on her elbow as she led Cassandra up the stairs, then turning to the right along the landing. “I thought about how important a proper bedchamber is. Of course you have your own tiny sitting room and washroom, but I look forward to you being with us often. Abigail does. She was wonderful at our small potluck. After a few glasses of wine, she becomes very animated.”

Cassandra felt her stomach tighten a bit. “I’m afraid I’m not the partying type. Also, I’m here to look after the children. I’m sure the Baron doesn’t need me socializing with his friends either.”

“You’re part of this family now.” Katya insisted. “Don’t look so nervous, the potluck is one of the most exciting spectacles of life here. The Dieter are familiar with these funny people.”

Cassandra wanted Katya’s hand off her elbow. She knew Katya was just trying to be friendly, but with a lot of force. She felt her annoyance ease as they stopped in front of a heavy oak door. Ketia pushed open the door to the room. “Here we are, this is your sleeping quarters.”

Cassandra gazed at her in amazement. The bedchamber was larger than the entire suite she had just left, and the bedchamber was dominated by the huge four-poster bed and the whether yellow window  that could be pulled back and tethered to the posts of the large oak ring. There was no quilt, yet in place of the quilt there was a brocade bedspread embroidered in gold and beige, which was sprinkled all over with the same apricot yellow net of thread as the window . The floor was covered with a beige woolen carpet so thick that when you walked on it, you would sink; and the windows, those thick windows  of a similar texture to those she had seen when she had been received in the drawing room, had a similar mesh of gold threads as those on the bedspread. The lavish splendor of the room distracted her mind from noticing the huge iron grilles that were all around the windows.

Katya watched the gleeful look in Cassandra’s eyes when she saw the house, and she recalled Abigail’s complete disinterest in the house the day she first arrived. Certainly the exterior of the house was not what it used to be, vibrant and seemingly more ornate, yet her indifferent attitude should have told her certain things long ago. She herself, as a woman of color, knew how important the proper environment was, how easy it was to arouse lust in a room that was pleasing to the eye. She had a feeling that Cassandra’s slender frame would also appreciate the daily change of silk sheets, and she felt a momentary stirring when she imagined the slender figure, almost boyish in its resemblance to a boy, slipping into bed, brushing innocent muscles and lining them with softly arousing caresses of physical need.

“This is a lovely room!” Cassandra turned to face Katya in a gesture of enthusiasm. She was a little surprised when she noticed that her mistress’ thoughts were a little scattered and her breathing uneven, then realized that the room was too hot.

“I want to open the window.” Cassandra said quickly.

“They won’t open.” Katya interjected.

Cassandra frowned, “Why won’t it open?”

“Alas, Dieter always had the girls’ safety at heart. She was always afraid they would fall off their ponies or out of the windows, so most of the windows in this dwelling were closed and bolted. There was an electric fan above the bed, which turned properly, and there was one in our room, with cold air, but it could not be used much, for in a little while the throats were dry.

“But it’s so stuffy in this room.” Cassandra said stubbornly.

A flash of anger bubbled in Ketia’s eyes, but it turned to laughter as she reached out with one hand and pulled hard on the outdated bell pull, which had been caught by Cassandra. Immediately a huge wooden fan on the ceiling began to turn silently, and then cold air flowed around them.

“Look! I told you it was pretty good. When I’m hot, I just lie in bed naked and let it just cool me off gradually, and you can’t imagine how cozy that would feel.”

Cassandra, she felt hot and humid until now. It must be nice to be able to imagine the fan. She thought she could also picture Katya lying on the bed without even her tight little girl’s dress on, arms and legs spread out, and the thought of that made her so uncomfortable that she didn’t know what to say.

Kaitia watched the comparatively young woman and smiled to herself. This was never going to be a competition. Cassandra wasn’t a city slicker, she was simply amazingly naïve, and she was a young woman whose feelings had yet to be stirred. There was nothing in her that would captivate the Baron for very long. It would take quite a while to destroy that naive quality, and having destroyed it she could not possibly imagine the Baron finding anything of interest in her. No, she, Katya, would be the winner of the contest. She never should have stayed up half the night to worry about her rival. In the future, if she had trouble sleeping at night, it would be to try to depose the girl and bring about her complete downfall. Then after the contest was over, to be on the safe side, she would convince Dieter to give Cassandra to Robert. That way, Katya would know that the race would continue and be able to go on without any more twists and turns, and if, after a few weeks, she found a lot of pleasure in her, she’d make the occasional visit, which Robert wouldn’t mind.

“You like the room I’m very high with.” She said cheerfully. “Luz will be up in a few minutes to unpack your trunk. The Baron will be home shortly after lunch and he will explain to you what you are to do for the rest of the day. If I were you, I’d rest a while before luncheon. The lavatory is behind that door; note that there are two steps not easy to see.”

“Where am I going to eat lunch?” Cassandra asked.

“On a nice day like today we usually dine outside on the back terrace and the children eat with us. It doesn’t matter how they behave in the garden.”

“I thought they were very good on their behavior.” Cassandra said firmly. “They were the most polite little girls I’ve ever seen.”

“How amiable you are!” Katia laughed again, but only with an open mouth, and Cassandra moved a small step away from the woman. Suddenly, she had the feeling that Catia didn’t really like her. However, she knew she must have misunderstood, because up until then, Katya had been chattering away like an old friend, and in any case, Katya had no reason to dislike her.

“Thank you.” Cassandra whispered.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to say anything complimentary.” Katya replied. But before Cassandra could reply, Katya turned and left the room, letting the heavy oak door close behind her.

The Baron lay face down on the bed, his chin resting on the back of his hand, his eyes fixed on the closed-circuit television in the corner of the room. Katya walked in, and he didn’t bother with her presence, despite knowing that she tried to answer to him.

“Really, she definitely needs a bath,” Katya said eagerly.

“Quiet!” The Baron scolded her in annoyance. He didn’t care if Cassandra bathed or not. Katya’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

Cassandra had her face buried in her hands for some time now, and though clothed she stood straight before the mirror, examining herself critically, and after a slight hesitation she untied the knots of her thick black hair, which she shook her head and let loose, and the baron sighed softly as her black hair fell like a waterfall over her shoulders. Katia was sitting sullenly by the windowsill.

There was another slight pause. This time Cassandra checked the various faucets, trying to figure out the various spigots. Then lifting her hands, she began to unbutton her hunting style cotton dress. Once the buttons were undone, she shrugged her shoulders together and the dress slid down her body, straight to the floor behind her. Then she leaned forward on her upper body and unhooked the soft cotton bra.

She stretched her arms forward, forming an angle so that her bra slid down in front of her body. The peepers had just the right view of her two small breasts, the white skin against the rose-colored nipples made them even more striking. Those two little buds didn’t look like women’s nipples, they looked like they were growing on a child’s body.

The baron swallowed hard and sighed contentedly. Ketia yawned and said feebly, “Her breasts are almost flat, Detective. It’s so boring!”

“I admit she’s not overripe like your Abigail, but I can’t say she’s too flat-chested. And look at her slim waist and that belly; what a tease! I can well imagine you with her, Katia. You would certainly be the first woman to make love to her. Don’t you find that arousing?”

She felt that way, but she didn’t like that look in Detroit’s eyes as she gazed at the screen. Abigail had never had that effect on him. Cassandra looked so young, even though she was over twenty-three; and Katya was soberly aware that she looked much older, even though she was only twenty-nine.

Cassandra finally stripped down to those sensational white cotton shorts and stepped into the tub. As she lifted her right leg, Dieter and his mistress got their first glimpse of her most intimate parts; at which point both were mesmerized by the images on the screen. Cassandra’s pubic hair was plentiful and thick, and her vulva was small and tight, so that all they could see was the soft pink portion between the two outer labia, and she squatted down in the tub and lay back, resting her head on the side of the tub.

“Do you think she’ll play with herself?” Katya asked excitedly. She thought back to how Abigail had made them high with when she arrived.

“I would be very disappointed if it did.” The Baron replied, “She’s no Abigail, my dear. Compared to your red-headed woman who is like a home made pale wine, this chick is a dark, mysterious red wine. A rare red wine that can only be savored slowly. Never mind, you won’t get anywhere with this rambling.” He turned off the TV with the remote control.

“I haven’t finished reading it yet,” Katya called out.

“Of course you’re done reading. Go have lunch with my kids. Make sure the children behave themselves. For dinner today, wear that greenish-blue dress with the neckline lowered, and don’t wear any shirt underneath.”

“Don’t we have no guests tonight? What does it matter what I wear?”

“The game has begun, Katia, and any more questions are a point deduction.”

Fire rose in Ketia’s heart, but she forced it down. If Detective thought he was annoying her, then he was happy and complicating the game. Kaitia’s earlier thought that Cassandra posed no threat to her had vanished as she watched the screen. She hadn’t seen such a drooling look on the face of Etter in a long time. He hadn’t had such a look since he’d first met Marivente at that awful ball in Venice. And Marivente’s shadow had lasted five years in his brain before it disappeared. Because five years later, she died. Katya didn’t want Cassandra to linger in Diété’s mind like that for that long.

“You’d better go to lunch,” the baron reminded. Katya saw him lying on his back, moving his body. She shifted her gaze to his lower back; she saw the visible signs of desire that Cassandra had aroused in him. She moved toward the bed, paying close attention to him for any signs of irritation or annoyance, but there were none, just an expression of amused tolerance.

“You really want her, don’t you?” She asked, sitting down quietly on the edge of the bed.

“Of course I want her! Why else would I hire her?”

“Tell me, what do you want with her?”

He shook his head and said, “That would be leaking too much. Remember, this is a race for you too.”

“But you want to destroy her, don’t you? At least admit that. You want to change her, change her completely, until she doesn’t even recognize herself.”

The Baron shrugged, “If you want to put it that way, that is.”

Katya ran one hand up the leg of his pants, her fingers brushing over the bulge in the middle of his pants dang.

“That tells me you want to do that.”

She was wrong. The Baron grabbed her hand as tightly as he could and moved it away while squeezing her fingers as hard as he could. “Leave me alone and go down to dinner. I want to see Luz.”

“Why do you want to see her?” Katya trailed off.

“She has unfinished business with me. Go away, Katia, I don’t like you asking questions.” She had no choice but to leave.

Katia was in a particularly bad mood when Cassandra finally arrived in the garden to have lunch with her and the children. She tried to hide herself as best she could, knowing full well that Peter, who was serving the meal, would report everything to the Baron. But she just couldn’t bring herself to smile at the woman who approached her, younger than her.

“Sorry I’m a few minutes late,” Cassandra apologized, “I got lost and ended up walking into the den.”

“That doesn’t matter to me, but the Baron specifically asked for punctuality, so just keep that in mind in the future,” Ketia said, signaling for the maid to pass a few plates over.

“Of course, I’ll familiarize myself with the surroundings here soon enough. The problem is, there’s no one to ask for advice. Where are all the staff hiding? I never see anyone!”

“They all kept their posts. Helena, sit up straight. Put your plate on your lap. Didn’t Abigail teach you that?”

The four year old girl, lowering her eyes and glancing toward Ketia again, said, “Not much teaching, she’s always burrowing into your room.”

Katya turned her face to Cassandra and said, “I’m afraid Abigail was mesmerized by my clothes and makeup.

I often find her in my bedroom with inadequate excuses. I think you have to feel sorry for women like that. It’s not good, after all. So she had to go.”

Cassandra’s eyes widened as she asked, “Is that so? The Baron seems to say she’s a little undisciplined.”

“Yeah, that too. But she’s really not trustworthy at all. It was that referral agency that picked her out for us.

So, for once, the Baron insists on interviewing himself. I think that’s much wiser.”

Cassandra nodded, “Yes, you have to see the person before you can…” She stopped when she heard a strange scream, not like the one she had heard on her previous visit; there was no indication of pain in the sound, but it made Cassandra uneasy. She glanced at Katya to see if she had heard the scream. The other’s face appeared expressionless. For a moment she remained motionless; then only her hands were busy with her meal, and her face regained its expression.

“Yeah, I agree with you,” she continued calmly, “It’s always better to meet someone face to face. You can learn a lot from expressions, don’t you think?” Her green eyes met Cassandra’s directly. The effect screamed drowsiness. The young woman found it impossible to avoid it, and, as she gazed at Katychen, she had a strange sensation. Her limbs began to feel heavy. As her shoulders relaxed, she felt a strange stirring in her stomach. Kaitichen leaned over toward her and reached out a slender, ringed hand toward her knee: “You know, Cassandra, there’s something I…”

Helena gazed mesmerized at her father’s mistress, her legs lolled to the side and the plate fell from her lap, shattering on the floor, and the sound of the ceramic plate shattering then Cassandra snapped out of her hallucination, and Ketia jumped up in great annoyance.

“You’re a stupid, stupid man! Look what you’ve done. You wait until I tell your father. He’ll be very angry and you’ll be punished. What do you say, Cassandra? I’m sure I know that Cassandra knows how to punish a careless, clumsy, ugly little girl like you.”

Helena’s blue eyes filled with tears as she clasped her hands in her lap and said softly, “I didn’t mean to do it, it happened by accident.”

Chrissy was clearly not bothered by her sister’s crying, but the word “accident” caught her attention, and she looked up and said clearly, “Mommy died, in an accident.”

“Don’t say it, Kris.” Katya said lowering her voice, but the tone certainly had a threatening tone to it. Kris flinched up in a hurry.

“I didn’t mean to,” Helena repeated, her lower lip quivering as she looked at Cassandra.

“Don’t worry,” Cassandra said quickly : “We all have accidents from time to time.”

“My goodness, I’m afraid you won’t be able to stay long,” Ketia said, her anger suddenly disappearing: “Dieter wouldn’t approve of such a sentimental attitude.”

“But she’s only four!” Cassandra said, wanting to reach out her arm and put it around little Helena, but she wasn’t sure if she should. “It doesn’t seem like she fell on purpose.”

“I want her punished,” Katya said flatly, “that’s all. She ruined the lunch.”

“Good afternoon ladies, seems like something is wrong?” A manly voice asked. It was the Baron. He gingerly made his way up the steps and out the landing there toward the inner courtyard.

“That daughter of yours just broke a lunch,” Caitia said viciously, “She doesn’t like it because I’m talking to Cassandra and she wants us to share some of our attention with him as well.”

Cassandra was shocked, and she wanted to speak in her defense, but then she closed her mouth and didn’t say anything. She’d just arrived and couldn’t talk back to his fiancée in front of the Baron yet. But it was also too ridiculous and unfair, and she knew it was her duty to express the intent on Helena’s behalf. She thought about how she could tell the Baron the truth without ostensibly going against Katya.

“Helena, is that right?” The Baron asked his daughter.

Helena lowered her head and stroked her small hand.

“Answer me, is it true?”

“It happened by accident,” his daughter said softly.

Chrissy tugged at her father’s jacket and reminded, “Mommy’s dead.” The Baron quickly shifted his gaze from his little two year old daughter to Cassandra who was watching them; he suddenly smiled. “Don’t let the bickering kill the mood on such a nice day. I’d like to forget about it now. Peter, you clean up this mess. Katia, your masseuse is already here. Luz take the kids upstairs for their naps, I’m going to have a word with Cassandra here.”

Just as the children bounced away and Peter began to sweep up the broken pieces of china, Cassandra glanced at Katya and realized that she had a look of frenzied anger on her face. Both of her eyes were blazing with fury and her mouth was tightly closed into a thin line, while two dark red blushes appeared on her cheeks.

“Katia, your masseuse,” the Baron reminded.

“I want her to be punished,” she said coldly, “for destroying…”

“I know what she substantially ruined,” he said; his words were low enough not to reach Katya’s ears. “You should not have tried to seduce her at dinner. I am not pleased with you for doing so,” he said, raising his voice again; “go on, my dear. You know Pierre hates to wait.”

“It’s just outrageous!” Katia said sharply. She walked slowly toward the house, showing that she just wanted to keep Pierre waiting.

Cassandra stood up and waited for the Baron to speak. She had thought a lot about him after fighting that interview. And now that she was face to face with him again, her heart was beating so fast that she somehow felt glad to see him.

He smiled at her, seemingly equally pleased to see her.

“Katia always makes a big fuss out of things. Now you can see why she can’t be a good stepmother.”

“I don’t think taking over two little girls is going to be easy,” Cassandra said.

“Aha, you’re good at mediating. That’s wonderful, dear. You tell me what the real situation is.

Is Helena asking for someone to care about her? Or was that really something that happened by accident?”

Cassandra sighed a few times to steady herself, her eyes fixed straight on her employer and decided to tell him the truth from the beginning. “I think that was indeed an accident, that is, it was not easy for your lordship to keep the plate steady on his lap.”

“Well said!”

“Plus, she was angry. Usually, when kids want someone to care, it’s to do something to act out, but they don’t cry, only angry tears.”

“So Katya lied Ro,” he said softly.

“No, I’m sure, she thought it was deliberate mischief.”

“Are you sure?”

Cassandra was stumped by the question. She wasn’t actually sure. She seemed to think that Katya was exasperated by something else and ended up taking it out on the little girl and, at the same time, viciously amusing herself with the child’s frustration, but she knew she couldn’t say it. “Perhaps there is a deeper conflict between the two of them that I am unaware of,” she said at last.

The Baron nodded in approval, “Well said! Perhaps there are many more intricacies in this household for you to understand, and that is part of your education, is it not? You are obviously very sensible and more than capable of other virtues.”

He moved his gaze down to her lower back and then raised it again, but slowly, not at all hiding his attempts to assess her. Cassandra was surprised to find that she didn’t mind at all; on the contrary, standing more erect under his gaze. When he looked into her eyes once more, his demeanor was normal. He commented, “I think you’ll do fine.” He seemed to be talking to himself. Then he reached out and gently touched her cheek, and turned toward the house. He explained, “The schedule is in your room. Take a good look at it and get started on your mission. You will have dinner with us at nine o’clock tonight. By then, the children are asleep. If they do wake up, one of the nannies will be in charge. Dress modestly.”

Cassandra was left alone in the garden, feeling completely overwhelmed. She had expected to have a long conversation with the Baron, where he would tell her how to organize the children’s daily activities. Instead, he had been with her for less than five minutes and had said nothing serious. But Cassandra strangely found herself changed.

Though the Baron was gone, she still felt the impression left by his touching her cheek with his finger, and still recalled the way he had looked at her intently. And the way his body straightened under his gaze. Never before had Paul looked at her like that.

Even at the moment she had felt her nipples harden against her bra. She was paying more attention to her body than ever before. It was as if the long skirt she was wearing was constantly rubbing against her legs. Subconsciously she ran her hands from her hips to her thighs, just as Katya had done that morning when she had come down the stairs toward her. That felt so cozy. She leaned back and let the sun soothe her face and warm it until the heat of that exposure spread downward into her throat.

At that moment, Dieter stood in one of the upper windows, gazing at the frivolous woman, and for the first time began to realize that his body needed not only food and clothing, but also something more. And his body stirred.

As his eyes searched her entire body, he imagined her on the screen, a body yet to be aroused, white, slim, and, most importantly, unaware of what was about to happen.

That’s exactly what Bit wanted to get out of everything by scrutinizing it. A sense of pleasure that cracked quickly, and that was beyond such intent. She was beginning to fill with life again under his gaze. He saw how the veins in her ears throbbed faster and knew then that it was going to be a very special game. He would need one hundred percent self-discipline to keep her from rushing through the ordeal; though he knew that every minute of that fading would be prolonged to provide the greatest amount of pleasure possible.

Of course the pain was equal, but to him both were of the same nature, and they would be to Cassandra as well. He could be sure of that now. She would not agonize and moan as Abigail had. No, the woman would understand and rise to the challenge. It had been a long time since he had been this excited.

The door leading to the upstairs study opened and Pierre, the masseur, stood in the doorway and said, “Want to join us for this, Baron? Madame is ready.”

The Baron squeezed his eyes at Cassandra and turned his face dryly, “I’d like to do this with you guys, have Katia get Peter here too.”

Katia was high with hearing Pierre tell her that the Baron wanted to fuck with her. Then he didn’t seem all that interested in her body, and even when Peter came into the picture it didn’t sweep her off her feet. Peter always added to their pleasure.

It was only after the Baron had entered the small but well-equipped gymnasium that Ketia’s gaiety began to subside. He looked very annoyed, not the kind of anger that often amused people. As if she had broken something to him, something that hadn’t happened in a long time. At first, it had been part of what she had to learn, and it seemed like something she’d discarded long ago, something she didn’t want to experience again.

“How lovely, my dear,” she said with gusto, “Pierre’s great, but just enough for an appetizer.”

“Why did you seduce Cassandra outside the house?” He asked, all but ignoring her words.

“Seducing? I was just talking to her! I think she should see me as a friend to make that more interesting later.”

He frowned and said, “I saw it from the window, you tried to seduce her. If Helena hadn’t broken the plate, you would have already started touching her, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course not,” Katya laughed softly, but the Baron quickly interrupted her laughter by jamming one hand around her throat. The other baron clenched his fingers.

“You lied to me, I told you not to touch her until tonight, and you willfully disobeyed me. That’s cheating, and I don’t play that game. Maybe you should have been replaced before we started.”

Ketia struggled to get out of the Baron’s hand; she coughed on her staff again, and spat again. Then Pierre just stood impassively watching. Suddenly, the Baron let go of his hand, and Ketia drew a deep breath, gasping and gulping, feeling only the pain of the scratched muscles in her neck.

She wished she hadn’t been lying naked on the table used for massages. Detective stood looking down on her, in a very forced position. She wouldn’t have been able to escape from the table anyway if he hadn’t let her.

He looked down at her for a moment, those dark eyes full of anger. She looked up and saw Peter enter. “Peter! Excellent. Fetch my short riding crop and the leathers for her ladyship.”

Katya pushed herself up on the long couch and said, “No, Deathe! It’s not for me, it’s not for me anymore, it’s for…”

“It’s for anyone I choose, dear. Unless, of course, you don’t want to play?”

“Has the game started yet?” She asked in a low voice.

He wasn’t happy about it she laughed, “It started yesterday, I must have forgotten to tell you.”

Yesterday. She thought back quickly, trying to remember what had happened yesterday other than that scene with Abigail, but she couldn’t recall a single thing that had happened since. Either that, or she would never have attempted to touch Cassandra in the garden if she thought that Detective wasn’t busy with Luz. Now she knew that he must have deliberately distracted her by making Luz make sounds of passion at the same time, and she had fallen right into the trap.

Peter quickly returns with a wooden box and hands it to the Baron. The other baron slowly removed the contents of the box. A small riding crop, which the Baron used more accurately than anyone could believe; a black velvet cloth: and what at first glance looked like an ordinary bikini, but made of rubber material.

Trying to suppress her fear, Katia asked, “Honey, it’s not very fashionable anymore?”

“Not as fashionable as some of the other things in the house,” he said decisively, “blindfold her.”

“No, I like to watch how you guys do it, I like to…”

“It’s for my amusement, not for you; mask on!”

She knew that if she didn’t blindfold him, he would ask Peter to do it for him. So she took the black flannel and tied it around her head and pulled it downward, covering her eyes, and her whole world went black.

“Lie on your back.” The Baron instructed. She started to roll over, but her body landed on the edge of the couch and she fell. Her vision was obscured making it impossible for her to keep her balance and move to her original position, but she knew that Deathe was standing beside her. What frightened her was that he did not help her. She screamed softly out of fear as she fell off the long couch and onto the floor, hitting her right hip hard. She gritted her teeth and didn’t groan out in pain.

“Go back to the couch, honey, it’s a waste of time.”

She staggered to her feet and reached for the long couch. Then, with difficulty, she stood up straight, afraid of falling off the other side. When she finally lay down on her back on the couch, she was drenched in sweat, with little handfuls of her hair in her face.

“Put her in a bikini, Peter,” the Baron ordered.

Katya felt Peter’s large hands push her legs into the opening at the bottom of her bikini before he laboriously pulled the thick rubber upward over her sweaty muscles. She lifted her hips in an effort to help Peter, tightening the tube she hated the infuriating thing, hated what was about to be done.

“Don’t move,” said Dieter coldly, “and let Peter alone be busy.”

Katya’s breath caught and the Baron watched with interest as her breasts rose and fell. He knew she didn’t like it; he was satisfied with the choice of this punishment.

The bottom of the rubber bikini was finally pulled into place. Katya suddenly felt Peter’s long fingers carefully pulling her outer cunt lips through the bikini in the crotch of her leg. She knew her pussy had to be fully exposed, and the taut rubber made it bulge so that it would be easy for the Baron to find the eye when he used the short riding crop . After Peter had Katya in position, he rubbed one finger over the tender flesh around her clit. The unexpected touch made her flinch, but at the same time she felt a drop of wetness begin to trickle from the rapidly dampening vaginal opening. The Baron pushed Peter to one side and looked down at Katya. “Bitch!” He laughed softly; she felt the end of the short whip move gently upward on her left leg, which he then removed.

“Sit up,” he called after a moment’s silence. She did as she was told, but shifted as she sat up, hating the darkness all around her. Peter lifted her arms and quickly pulled the bikini over her shoulders before pinning it behind her back with a large iron clamp. There were small holes cut into the bra cover, and this time it was the Baron who lifted it off and took turns sucking hard on both nipples. As her breasts swelled, the rubber was pressed tighter against her, causing the nipples and surrounding areolas to protrude, again becoming the target of the Baron’s assault.

“Awesome! Lie flat again, lift your hips and hold on for a while.” His short breaths were audible to Katya, but his voice was smooth, with no sign of the kind of excitement she was familiar with. She felt a cool breath between her buttocks as she lifted them and suddenly remembered that there was another eyelet in the bottom half of her bikini. It was for them to use when they pushed inward.

The Baron’s hand fumbled to find the hole, one of his fingers reaching in for a moment to make sure everything was connected correctly. His fingertips fidgeted between his buttocks, his nails scraping against the taut muscles. “I’m finding this much tighter than the first time I used it on you, maybe you’ve put on a little weight.” He said, withdrawing his fingertips, “Now lower your hips and we’re ready to begin.”

Katia lay quietly on the long couch. She knew that Pierre was still standing in the corner of the room; and the thought excited her, for she knew that as long as the sexual activity up to the present time had been with a man it was all right. Peter was still beside her; she could smell his freshly shaved moustache and could almost feel him getting excited too. But she didn’t know exactly where the Baron stood. The silence was as deep as the darkness, and she had nothing to do but wait. As she waited, a sense of fear and a sexual stirring rose at the same time, and the fear fueled her libido.

Peter stood naked to the side, looking at his master’s mistress whose body was wrapped tightly in a bikini bandage, and felt that urge in his lower body pressing straight upward against his abdomen. His balls were already hard, but he knew he wasn’t allowed to give vent to them yet. Before time was up, he glanced at the Baron, waiting for him to signal, and when the time was up, he reached down and stroked Ketia’s upper abdomen in a circular motion. He touched it just at the upper end of the relentlessly bandaged sleeve. Ketia sighed softly, and though she should have restrained herself, she knew she raised herself slightly to meet that source of pleasure. She was mistaken. The Baron snapped his fingers and ran the short riding crop in his hand across her protruding nipple, leaving a bright red mark. Ketia inhaled sharply, making a sound that sounded like a gasp. She bit her lip as the pain intensified and took a few seconds to go away. Peter’s hand returned to her upper abdomen. This time, she lay back and didn’t move, but Peter evoked the kind of pleasure that mesmerized her causing her muscles to begin to swell. This, in turn, made the rubber bikini straps tauten even more on her body, and her breasts seemed as if they were going to swell with the pressure.

The Baron signaled again. Peter then lowered his head to the already reddened nipple, letting his saliva moisten the bright red part. Then he used his tongue to lick the whole exposed part of that breast until finally he could not control himself and just took the whole nipple and the surrounding flesh all into his mouth.

Katia, after her eyes were covered, recoiled from the pleasure Peter stirred up with better results than the usual practice.

As they sucked hard on her swollen breasts, Katya felt a titillating urge forming in her little tummy.

This pleasure traveled straight up her upper body until it merged with the pleasure in her breasts.

The Baron watched her legs splay limply as Peter played with her, and he stood at the other end of the couch, waiting for Katya’s upper body to arch. He didn’t stay long. Katia was going crazy trying to make cries of pleasure. Wanted to move her arms over and wrap them around Peter’s head, but she knew better than to do that. Eventually, however, she couldn’t resist lowering her shoulders into the couch to get her nipples more firmly into Peter’s mouth, but the warm wetness was immediately withdrawn.

Almost as soon as the air began to cool her moist breasts, the Baron raised his hand and lashed again, striking with such precision that he made a second crimson mark in the center of the already scarlet nipple. The pain outweighed the pleasure, and Katya suddenly yelped.

“Hush!” The Baron whispered, letting the subdued tone make her aroused body shiver. “Pierre,” the Baron then said calmly: “Grab her ankle bones and spread her legs apart, we don’t need the body to squirm now. Peter, you take hold of her shoulders and hold this. It will be needed in a few moments.”

Ketia was alone in the darkness that Dieter had created for her, longing to know what it was that he had handed to Peter, but afraid to ask. Not being able to see anything seemed to rob her of her courage, and she was afraid to do anything that might make her situation worse. This was partly because she knew that this was an important step in the game, and that she would have to take a risk to get a high score before playing the part. But as long as the rules were the same. It wasn’t long before she finally understood Abigail’s feeling of confusion, but that thought was quickly put to the back of her mind. She immediately developed a desire to put Cassandra through more intense pain before the game was over than any of her previous contests.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the touch of a tongue between her thighs. Because Peter was holding her shoulders and Pierre was grasping both her ankles, she knew that it was Detective’s tongue, but this time it was different from the way he had used his tongue in that area before. It was lighter this time, almost as delicate as a gentle lover might begin to caress.

She could feel the blood rushing through her entire body. The taut rubber condom made everything that was happening to her all the more intense. As Peter caught her shoulders, he also ran his tongue over her neck and earlobes; at the same time, the Baron’s tongue squeezed slowly between the two vulvas in the crotch of her thighs, licking up and down and back and forth over the flesh precisely below the point of arousal. The aroused nub itself stirred with its own rhythm of life.

She felt the liquid trickle out of her place and heard the Baron lick it away from her while letting out a soft, appreciative gasp. Just as his tongue was moving with great vigor, Katya felt the short riding crop touch her waist, and she knew that one of his hands was still gripping the handle.

Peter’s tongue went into Katya’s ear, poking and swirling hard, which he knew Katya liked. Her hips jerked involuntarily. “Calm down,” the baron whispered. Caitia was horrified to realize that her labia were swollen, to realize that this part was exposed and vulnerable to attack. She did her best to remain calm.

After a seemingly endless bout of labia and tongue rubbing against each other, the Baron finally reached one hand down to the crotch of her leg and carefully pulled back the protective cover over her clitoris, allowing the extremely sensitive bud of flesh to be revealed. She felt the short riding crop begin to move, down her belly until she couldn’t feel it at all anymore.

Now the Baron had her clitoris fully revealed. She seemed to feel a stirring, a stirring so exuberant. The desire to reach an orgasmic outburst. Peter, as further signaled by the Baron, quickly moved his mouth away to articulate the unwhipped nipple, nibbling on it with his teeth until it formed a small point in his mouth. At the same time, one of his large hands ran around the breast that had been marked twice by the short whip, squeezing his fingers until a grunt escaped from Katya’s tightly closed mouth.

The Baron scrutinized his mistress, slipping one hand into the waistband of the bandage cover until his fingers were in her pubic hair. Then he turned his palm, pulling at the taut muscles so that they clung to the bandage sheath and her bottom was even more exposed.

Pierre held her ankles as far as he could, spread her legs apart, and waited, a light of excitement in his eyes that he had never felt before.

The Baron’s hand returned to Ketia’s labia, pushing two fingers into the moist vaginal opening, then flicking them rapidly from side to side inside, watching his mistress’s head twist and turn on the couch. Then he withdrew his fingers sharply, and as the movement of her head slowed, he pushed them in again, this time using three fingers; they twirled and touched the inner walls of the cunt, and finally flicked at the center of Ketia’s arousal.

It was too much for Katia. Peter was sucking and squeezing her aching breasts with so much force that she felt as if they were going to burst through the bandage if they swelled out any more, and that pressure of wanting to give vent to it in her little tummy went straight up and all over her body, her whole tummy tightening up like a skin drum. There were bursts and bursts of arousal in her body, until her body couldn’t take it anymore. She knew her clitoris was protruding, and she knew what would still happen if she reached orgasm, but she had no right to make a choice.

“Please!” She whispered once, hoping for an answer.

“No!” There was a non-negotiable tone in the Baron’s voice.

“I must, must…!” She screamed frantically, and despised herself for it.

“No!” He repeated calmly, his fingers flicking his clit again.

Katia’s whole body jerked and tightened, her nerve endings straining to their limits, her stomach arching and her breasts swelling with the kind of pleasure that weighed on her and was going to blow her up if she didn’t find a way to let it out. She made a desperate attempt to distract herself, but there was no way to do it. That surge pushed to its peak; she gave a desperate scream of compromise. She felt as if her whole body violently crumbled away from the bed.

The sensation lasted only a moment, for in the midst of the excitement, the Baron’s whip came down, striking her particularly vulnerable clitoris and causing pain like she had never experienced before. Just as she twisted her body to avoid that pain, Peter reached around her hips and in one rough movement rolled her over and dragged her close to his body and slammed his thing through the second opening of the bandage sleeve, the area still painfully tight from the Baron’s lash. She cried out in agony. Then she felt the hot flow of Peter’s ejaculation into her. That pain then turned into a thick brush of pleasure. The Baron watched with amusement as his mistress’s thigh muscles straightened and her already loosened heels tapped at the end of the sofa.

Peter groaned with relief as he was finally able to loosen up the swollen, aching testicles. He didn’t give a damn about the blindfolded, hand-wringing woman he was utilizing. Instead, he was mentally grateful that the Baron had finally allowed him to be used by this woman.

The manservant finished venting and stepped back, watching as his master also pulled down his pants, revealing his hard, erect cock, the glans glistening from having been wet. He rubbed the head of his cock against Katya’s wounded, reddened vaginal opening for a moment. He smiled at the way that part of his mistress’ flesh throbbed and twitched under the gentle teasing of his genitals. He was pleased with Katia because, although her body tightened with fear and renewed sexual tension, she made no sound this time.

After that, he slowly and gently climbed up onto the long couch and sat in a crouch directly above his mistress’s body, pressing his erect penis down so that it could caress her nipples that were still red and swollen and protruding tantalizingly out of her rubber bra at that moment. Katia clenched her teeth, she loved it so much when a man’s contraption caressed her breasts, the soft touch gave her a sense of sublimity, but her pussy still ached on both breasts and thigh ask. The pain was the result of his torment up there, and she was more than relieved to think that part of the action was over.

After a few minutes, the Baron continued his seduction on the breasts, watching her skin flatten and expand, while rubbing the glans over them while leaving a clear trail of fluid. The Baron then picked up the upper half of his mistress’ body and shook her a few times so that her head no longer sank back into the couch, but rather hung back helplessly, exposing her throat, at which point she made a deathly effort to swallow.

The Baron thought how she should hate what he was about to do. And that thought added to his amusement. Katya thought about it too. Started to bob the sides of her head back and forth. But Peter immediately rushed over to her and clamped his hands tightly around the temple area on either side of her head, his fingers digging right into her scalp, and tears came out of her hooded eyes.

“Open your mouth,” ordered the Baron sternly. She did as he said. If not, it would only prolong her ordeal. “Good girl!” Her body trembled. Then he forced down his cock and shoved it into her mouth.

It went from between her upper teeth straight up to the opening of her throat and jerked back and forth, shoving in and out violently. She was literally choking and gasping for air. That cock had never looked so big. She feared she would choke to death before the Baron was finished. The only sensation she felt in the darkness was him pumping in and out of her throat, blocking her airway. She tried to relax her throat muscles, as he had taught her so long ago, but fear prevented her from doing so. As her heart was beating so hard it was about to pop out, her throat tingled from his violent movements. He’d finally climaxed, and the hot, sticky liquid slurped out, filling her mouth and throat. She choked on it.

The baron immediately pulled out his penis, his eyes dulled. Peter started to let go, but Jenn frowned in displeasure and said, “Hold her, she has to swallow it all.” Katya swallowed bite after bite. The back of her head was raw where her neck rested on the couch, her whole body was bruised, and after all this torture, she wanted to cry out because of the maddening insults; she hadn’t been so badly treated in many years. But she dared not cry; to do so would be to admit defeat, to admit defeat without having formally begun, to lose before Cassandra had even been tested once; and that thought kept her in check.

Finally, the Baron was satisfied to see that she had swallowed every drop. He motioned for Peter to release her head, which he put back in place himself, and looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, pressing on, reaching down to remove the blindfold.

Kaitia gazed up at him, still seeing nothing for a moment. Blinking, she readjusted to the bright light. But the Baron knew that after all, for once he had gotten a hint of fear into her deep green eyes, and he cocked an eyebrow at her triumphantly.

“Maybe, you’ll remember that you’re not allowed to touch people until next time with permission, right?”

Katie was about to promise him she’d wait until he gave her permission, vowing never to disobey him again, something he’d been asking for years before; but her sixth sense told her : the rules were different now. “Perhaps.” She replied coldly, and he chimed in with an admiring look before walking away, disappearing from her sight.

“Help her out of that wreck of a costume and help her into the shower.” He ordered simply, “She needs to rest before dinner.”

“I can do it myself,” she said gravely as Peter approached her. The manservant retreated to see what instructions the Baron had to give.

The Baron shrugged his shoulders indifferently, “Just let her be. Pierre, it’s time for you to go. I hope you don’t expect extra pay for working overtime.”

The masseur shook his head, hardly believing what he was seeing. He thought excitedly that he should have stories to tell his friends when they met in the evening. “That’s good!” The Baron went on cheerfully, “And, naturally, I don’t want a word to slip out of your mouth.”

“Of course not!” Pierre lied enthusiastically.

The Baron smiled and watched him walk out the door. He hurriedly picked up the microphone and whispered into it. “Make sure the masseur doesn’t arrive home tonight.”

Katya finally managed to remove the bandage coverings and finally sat down in the deep, shell-shaped tub. Hands caressed her bruised breasts from top to bottom, and touched the crotch of her legs below, where the flesh was especially tender, and a shiver ran through her, delighting in the full secrets of her soul. The world of Dieter was dark, eccentric, the only dwelling she felt fit for her. She doubted she could exist outside of Hantasp.

Chapter III

The first thing Cassandra noticed as soon as she walked through the oak doors of the dining room was the heat. It was a very warm day in late May. She had learned from Katia that the home was air-conditioned and had thought she could easily have a cool dinner. In fact the house was as hot as a steamer; the thick dark green windows  shut out the fresh night air and left a room of stifling daytime heat, and as she walked toward the long dining table she was surprised to find a fire still burning in the fireplace.

Katya was already seated at the table. She was dressed in a lake blue velvet, open-shouldered, lace-adorned dress with a collar, the jeweled collar around her neck gleaming in the candlelight in the center of the table. Her pale yellow blonde hair was coiled high on top of her head, and her complexion was the color of a costly tan that made Cassandra look pale in comparison.

“What a beautiful dress wow,” Katya said as she greeted her sweetly.

Originally Cassandra had thought the one she was wearing was not bad, a pale pink, fitted, flouncy silk pleated skirt, and when she compared it to Katya’s outfit she did feel like an overgrown child wearing a jacket for a party.

“It’s quite a charming color,” Katya added, “Pink kinda goes with the skin, and the color makes you look a little rosy.”

“It’s so hot in here,” Cassandra said tentatively.

Ketia smiled, “I know, that’s how Detective likes to act.”

“Like how?” Cassandra was confused.

“Surprisingly, he had to build a fire when it was hot, and when it was cold he had to open the windows and turn off the heat. His mind is trying to discipline the human body. He thinks consciousness controls everything. Tonight we have to think it is cool, then we will feel cool. Don’t you find that view admirable?”

“No way, I mean, cool is cool and hot is hot.”

“Maybe I didn’t explain myself well enough, I’m afraid I’m really too stupid to have any brains at all, that’s not the point of view of the Dieter!” She laughed.

“Can I just sit there?” Cassandra asked.

“You sit there with your back to the fireplace.”

Cassandra sat down, feeling the hot flames straight away. She drew a small handkerchief from her handbag and patted the droplets of sweat oozing from her upper lip, thinking she was having a bad dream.

“Why don’t you buy Cassandra a drink,” the Baron said as he stepped into the room and addressed Katia. He tugged at his shirtsleeves to toast the fire, “What a lousy hostess she’d think you are, Catia?”

Cynthia walked hastily toward the tea-chest, and the baron took Cassandra’s left hand and leaned it against the bar of his mouth, touching her arm with his lips, a very slight contact that rippled through her arm with such little vibrations of pleasure that she drew her hand away almost suddenly.

“How are the children?” He continued smoothly, “I trust they’re not giving you any trouble?”

“They’re all observing the rules. Helena didn’t want rice pudding, she seemed to want fried ice, but other than that…”

“I change recipes from time to time,” the Baron explained, watching as Katya handed Cassandra a large glass of wine.

“I think it’s quite interesting to live life surprisingly.”

“Only if these surprises are pleasant to people,” Cassandra took up the accent dryly as she drained her glass of wine in one gulp, for she was thirsty.

The baron watched as she gave her head and neck a lurch and poured a glass of wine down her throat, his eyes narrowing and his fingers flicking the tabletop. Katya reached over and covered his to calm his agitation.

“But life has too many surprises that can’t be pleasant, and it’s best for children to face disappointment early on as well, don’t you agree?” He asked.

“Not necessarily. Childhood is precious, and as you say life may be hard, but, if you have a safe start, it’s much easier to cope with life once you’re older.”

The Baron leaned over to the table and refilled her glass, “Hit the hafnium and tell Luz to start the meal, Katia. I’m afraid I can’t agree with you Cassandra, it’s a thing to meet different people isn’t it? Teach them to know there are different ways of looking at life.”

“Did I teach you, or did you teach me?” Cassandra asked, surprised again that she had the courage to contradict him, recognizing that she should have been drinking more slowly.

“My good lady, we teach each other! Wine, Luz, how perfect.”

Cassandra wanted something like sliced melon or frothy ice cream, a steaming bowl of greasy vegetable soup was not something she had the slightest appetite for, and she scanned the table for some water.

“Want salt?” Katya asked, pushing the silver spice rack toward him.

“I really want some water.”

“No,” said the Baron, briefly but forcefully, “Luz, bring some more wine.”

The candles on the table gave off a candle scent and with the smell of wine and charcoal, plus the hot soup was hot enough for Cassandra, she felt her eyelashes glaze over and beads of sweat ooze down her back, finally she gave up on the idea of the soup and pushed the bowl of soup away from her as the Baron glanced towards his mistress who was seated at the lower end of the table and they smiled at each other. The soup was followed by pan-fried steak, creamy apple strudel, and Cassandra just slurped a few bites without any appetite while Katya chewed and ate everything that was set before her at that end of the table. The one thing Cassandra could do was drink.

She couldn’t figure out how much she had drunk herself, and the baron didn’t let him see to add wine to her glass.

At last she felt so light-headed that she was about to faint. The Baron pushed back his chair, “We’ll go to the side room for coffee, Luz, you can put out the fire now.”

Cassandra stood up and stumbled. The Baron immediately stood beside her one hand holding her elbow firmly, “Come on Cassandra, the side room is cooler, you’ll feel better.” She leaned against him, she tried to lift her foot to step, but her legs suddenly went weak, Katya stepped forward to help the Baron, who waved her away.

In the parlor, the windows  had also been drawn back, but the cold air was on. Cassandra took a deep breath of cool air and sat gratefully in a high-backed armchair. When she came down to eat, she wore her hair in a loose bun behind her, and the heat from the dining room made the bun wet, strands of it coming out of the loose hair and sticking to the back of her neck in brown swirls that made the baron think about reaching down and twisting them up off her cream-colored skin. He finally didn’t, thinking that he could do that sooner or later.

Luz came in and brought coffee on a tray, the Baron retreated into one of the chairs in a far corner of the room to stretch his legs, as soon as Luz was gone, Katya took a seat across from Cassandra, her body inclined towards her, “Are you making an effort to think about being cool tonight?” She inquired calmly, “You look hot all the time, you really need to be reminded that you know it, I used to find it hard too, but after a while you can learn to master your body for all situations.”

“I wasn’t thinking about anything but the heat.” Cassandra admitted, realizing with horror that her skirt had stuck to her like an extra layer of skin.

“Have some coffee,” Katya urged her.

“I just want some water, I’m feeling a little dizzy,” her head was pounding and it was hard to focus on what Katya was saying.

“Coffee will help clear your head.” The Baron spoke up, “Besides, if you can’t control yourself, how can you control my daughters? The will is here,” he bounced his head, “Pain, joy, comfort, discomfort, we can all control that, can’t we? My dear?” He stood up as he spoke and stood behind his mistress.

Cassandra looked at the spout of her coffee cup, his hand came from behind his mistress and pressed her shoulder, she took a quick sip, the taste was strong and a little bitter, but after all, it was not alcohol, the cup was empty, she rested the cup on the side of the chair on the tea  and leaned her head back again: the room seemed to expand, so did the figures of the Baron and his mistress, they seemed to cover her head She knew that the coffee did not help her at all. On the contrary, it made her feel even more peculiar.

Catia’s eyes blinked at her from across the room, and Cassandra quickly sat up straight. The Baron’s hand traced over Ketia’s arm, gently wrapping his fingers around it as if he were hypnotizing her. Cassandra’s own skin tensed as if he were touching her.

Slowly, slowly, his fingers worked their way back up, long fingers caressing the side of Ketia’s neck, yet unexpectedly probing into the V-shaped opening of her dress, revealing her slightly protruding breasts, and Cassandra’s heart jumped to her throat. She wanted to look away, but couldn’t. Despite the cold air, she felt hot, hotter than in the dining room, and her mouth went even drier.

His fingers teased that area for a long time, Cassandra could see Caitia’s breasts swell, her dress was tightly wrapped around her lower half, the Baron had kept his head down, suddenly he raised his head and forced it right into Cassandra’s eyes, yet lowered it again until his head touched the peaks of Caitia’s breasts, his left hand slid into her V neckline, Cassandra suspected she was looking at it wrong, he gently lifted a round globe of flesh and then again let his palm press against her belly, pushing upward until her breasts were exposed to the collar and the prostrate nipple was already in his mouth.

Cassandra’s heart was pounding so hard she thought she could hear her own heartbeat, and her breasts were fluttering in anticipation of his skillful fingers touching them as they had touched Katya. No one had ever groped Cassandra like this before. Paul’s clumsy groping was off-putting and bore no resemblance to the tasty way the Baron played with Katia like this. Even leaning past her drunken brain, she could still figure out what her body needed and wanted, and if she couldn’t get it, she might as well die.

A murmur of joy escaped Katia’s lips as the Baron pursed her breasts with his lips again and again, gagging her to keep her from screaming freely in pleasure.

It didn’t take long for Ketia’s ass to start sitting up in the chair, and she leaned in to meet the Baron’s idle hand, drawing his hand to her lower belly, his hand twirling around that area, his tongue swirling around her breasts.

Cassandra now heard herself gasping for breath, her belly was fluttering unaccountably, and her breasts seemed to be swelling as much as Katya’s. Her whole body became so sensitive that even the touch of her silk dress to her knees felt unbearably itchy, and she unconsciously and slowly raised her hands to her own breasts.

When Ketia’s body finally calmed, the Baron released her and walked toward Cassandra, his eyes pressing right into her breasts, which she hadn’t realized were still caressing the folds of her chest, and he crouched down in front of her, playing especially with her slightly open mouth, with the fervent eyes, with the taut body, “You see,” he whispered “There’s always a way to divert your uncomfortable feelings. Katia was just as hot as you were in the cafeteria, and she didn’t want any of that food any more than you did, but she knew that if she ate it she’d get the prize slam.

All at once, Katya’s “mmmm” turned into a breathless gasp, her hips moved more eagerly, the Baron’s hand was already in her lower abdomen, its movements no longer very gentle, and the petite blonde’s entire body shook violently in the chair. Cassandra watched the scene hopelessly, her eyelids so heavy she couldn’t lift them, and while the other woman felt relieved, she felt nervous. Cassandra couldn’t yet realize that she was in need of that relief as well.

“Wouldn’t you like a reward?”

Cassandra stared back at him, imagining him reaching out to soothe her, to caress her throbbing breasts. The thought frightened her, and she knew it was obscenely wrong, but that moment was of primary importance.

“”Please,” she whispered.

“What?” He smiled, the most charming smile he’d ever had, and he smoothed a stray strand of her hair with his fingers.

“Touch me!” She begged him.

“Where,” he said, still indulging her smile.

She couldn’t say it anymore, even though she was half-drunk, she still couldn’t say it, and she shook her head helplessly.

“Tell me what you want,” he said softly, “how can I help you if I don’t know what you want?”

“I want to…” she gulped deeply, her breasts tensing into hard lumps, her nipples so hard they ached against the folds of her dress, but she couldn’t find the right words to express her need.

“Yes?”

Tears pooled in her eyes, “I can’t say it,” she grunted.

“Silly girl! Here, have some more wine.”

She tried to push the glass away, but he insisted on urging her to drink, and he held it up to her lips, only waiting for her to open her mouth and tilt her head back before he poured the wine down her slightly open teeth, where it ran cool and silky down her throat.

“Then the wine will help you, and we’ll be back in a few minutes.” He stood up. “Katya,” the voice was less svelte, “you can leave us now.”

Katya stood on the floor in the middle of the room, flabbergasted with surprise. “No, I’d like to stay, it’s always been this way.”

He turned away from Cassandra with a huff, “This is a different match, remember? You were good tonight, but one wrong step will make you wrong!”

“You cheap bastard!” She was all over him.

He said in a deep voice, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to seduce her tonight, this is just the thing to start her off.”

“Precisely to give you a head start,” Katya said sternly.

“You’re free to go out.” The Baron reminded her, his eyes cold, “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Of course not.”

“Come on then, you can always spend the evening with Peter, I’ll catch up with you later.”

The whining Katya left the room, and the Baron returned to Cassandra, whose eyelids were sleepy and whose arms and legs were spread out in a half-reclined chair. “Come on, darling, have a little more of that so we can try again, okay?”

Cassandra was no longer able to resist. This time she catered to him almost as greedily as an alcoholic would, and he brought the glass back up to her mouth and carefully poured him in between her lips. He experienced the wine flowing in through that moist mouth and mentally associated it with another part of her lips, another opening, and someday that would be his as well.

After a moment, she found herself sucking on his finger, her tongue nourishingly wrapping around the wine-soaked, smooth skin, and she heard him sigh, the finger drawn back, the glass still at her lips.

“Take a big gulp, Cassandra,” he urged her, “open your throat wider and drink it all,” he poured slower at first, and as soon as he saw that her throat had stopped he poured the glass even faster, causing Cassandra to choke and cough. “Relax, savor the taste, the feeling, all the sensations are pleasant.” He said softly, his voice quieting her so much that she was able to swallow a large gulp again, and when she was done she felt hilly in turn.

Slowly she raised her head again, and found the Baron sitting on the back of her chair, his great brown eyes softer than usual, and he nodded at her in recognition. “Isn’t that nice, I should give you a reward, but the rules have to be followed.”

“Regulations?”

He laughed out loud, “You have to come up with your demands, remember?”

Cassandra nodded, her eyes fixed on his hand resting in his lap. He knew what she was looking at in her eyes. “Say it, say it,” he urged her, “tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to do to me what you just did to Katya.”

He shook his head, “That’s not enough.”

Cassandra’s breasts were so swollen and painful that she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I want you to touch my breasts,” she panted, “please, please do it.”

There was no smile on his face, his expression was almost serious and stereotypical, “Look, it’s not that hard, how can I touch them when you’re wearing these ridiculous clothes?”

Cassandra looked at him, her brain confused by the wine, “I don’t, I didn’t think about it,”

“Take it off.”

Her eyes were full of tears, “I can’t, and Katia didn’t take it off.”

The Baron reached out a hand and rubbed his fingers against the dress that encased her, her flesh throbbing, “Feels different, doesn’t it?” He inquired.

Cassandra shook her head, “No, but…”

“Lean forward,” he said to her calmly, and she was almost flaccid as if she were going to collapse, she was out of her own hands, she did what he told her to do, she felt his hands tugging at her zipper head, and he yanked her up out of the chair again, and his hands went under her skeleton shoulders, so that the open placket slid to the floor on its own, and he let him stand before him, clad only in a pair of French lantern panties, and he grabbed her breasts in excitement.

He gently removed the pins from the bun at the back of her head, letting her hair fall untied over her shoulders, then he stepped back and scrutinized her.

Cassandra watched him, her breasts heaving together, her tiny nipples shrugging and jutting straight up, reddening and hardening under his gaze. She followed his gaze. His eyes scanned her carefully from top to bottom, the thin willowy waist, the narrow hips, so gratifying to him while she wished her legs wouldn’t shake so badly.

The Baron felt a bone sticking in his throat, what was going on he couldn’t quite figure out, but he knew this feeling was something he had experienced a long time ago. Life felt so dull, and he suddenly didn’t want Katya to see what she was going to do next. The slender, clueless girl in front of him would take pleasure from the scene he and Ketia had been toying with that afternoon, and suddenly he felt that part of his role was out of place.

In his mood, he was just catering to Katya’s deep-seated masochism. That had been a mistake. Well, if she was abused enough, she wouldn’t care to figure out what was going to come up, and he would be surprised by it. Filled with excitement, he turned around and knocked on the small remote control box that answered the door mounted under the coffee table. Now they really were alone in this side room.

Cassandra began to tremble, never before had she asked for a man’s hand to touch her, nor had she ever had any desire for Paul to touch her and kiss her, and now she craved it almost wildly while he just stood there in complete peace, just eyeing her.

The Baron saw the hesitation in her face, and he moved toward her. “Lie down on the carpet,” he said calmly, his hand pressing on her shoulder, and she lowered herself with gratitude; at least he wasn’t likely to see her legs shaking so violently now. He sat down close to her and reached to remove the cap from the bottle, and Cassandra automatically opened her mouth.

“No need for more, glutton,” she said, raising her eyes to his as he tipped the bottle over, letting the wine splash over her breasts and onto her hot, quivering flesh, causing her to gasp in disbelief.

Almost aimlessly, he rubbed one finger over about two of her nipples. Spilling wine all over the full surface of the breasts. Cassandra was more urgent, lifting herself up at him, “No, lie still, you have to stay still during the pleasure making, if you move, I have to stop.”

“Why?” She said softly.

He shrugged, “It’s more fun that way, now, I’ll have to have some wine myself.” She moaned with pleasure as she saw his head lower toward her breasts, his hot tongue licking the droplets of wine splattered on her breasts, her lower belly. His tongue was like a light mossy feather almost licking a saucer of cream, and after a while he took her breasts in his hands and pushed them upward, his mouth all but taking as many of those globes of flesh as he could in turn. Sucking very delicately at first, yet increasing the force until the breasts were so swollen they made her feel pain.

Cassandra’s head began to bob around excitedly as the Baron sucked in some odd way, tonguing making things not better but worse. This made her body desperate for his touch. Cassandra instinctively knew it couldn’t be. Whatever she needed, she had to ask for it, and at that juncture she would have no resignation. Besides she didn’t want him off her beautifully sensitive nipples.

The happy flying markers appeared, transforming into flames. She felt her upper body catch fire and didn’t realize that her legs started to keep pressing against the thick blanket, letting the wool help distract her a bit.

The Baron knew what was up, she began to wiggle her hips and he freed one hand to touch her stomach, “No, not tonight, Cassandra, serve quietly.” He murmured, he looked up from her throbbing, creamy breasts, noting the flushed flush that rippled down her neck, and across her chest, he knew he could have her thrilled to orgasm in a matter of seconds.

Cassandra felt his hands on her waist and her hips stopped up twisting. The effort needed to remain calm was immense, simply because she was so eager to please him, to show him that she could obey his commands.

He looked at the delicate buds of flesh on her breasts and marveled at her childlike ignorance, nothing else but innocence in her gaze.

He withdrew his hand and touched the clock on the control panel, then pinched her nipple with one forefinger and thumb, lightly at first without her noticing, but then the pressure increased causing her pain and a small “Aaahhhh”.

“Shh, wait, trust me, this will do you good.” Cassandra moaned in displeasure, the unattended mouth expecting his, the pain in her other breast canceling out the pleasure she had felt for half an hour.

Suddenly, that pain turned into another kind of pleasure, and her head snapped back to the floor.

Seeing this, the Baron lowered his head and took the other nipple first biting it with his teeth, then pursing his lips tightly, he sucked with all the vigor of a breastfeeder while holding the other nipple hard.

The sensation stirred through Cassandra’s entire body, her eyes closed, her eyelashes glistened with crystals, and the distension of her belly increased, only for his hand to be pressing down on her ass making her stir. Suddenly her whole body shook as if an electric current had been passed through it, so she cut loose and squealed, her body sweating like a pig and her panties wet with sticky fluid from the crotch of her legs.

The Baron sat up straight and watched as Cassandra opened her eyes to stare at her breasts in ecstasy, no longer quivering, her whole body limp and as exhausted as if she had swum thirty meters and then run a long race.

The lack of warmth in his eyes made her feel afraid. Her mind was clear now. She couldn’t believe she had made him do this, no, invited him. She was about to speak, to apologize or something, when suddenly she was surprised to find someone else in the room, and she sucked in a breath, her arms holding her breasts, but the Baron broke them apart.

“It’s just Luz, servants don’t count.”

“You rang the bell, sir,” said Luz politely.

“Yes, a pot of tea, Chinese, with lemon.”

“Yes, sir.” Nothing on Luz’s face indicated she saw anything out of the ordinary. Cassandra was afraid. She felt ashamed, she felt tricked, and she tried to climb to her feet as the Baron reached out and propped her up on her elbows.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about… You had an erection and were looking to me to turn you on. So I agreed.

If you’re hungry, I’ll feed you, it’s no different.”

Cassandra opened her mouth to tell him that she wouldn’t have let him touch her if he hadn’t made her drink so much, but the words didn’t come out.

“Have you ever had an orgasm before? Tell me, don’t lie, if you do, I’ll know.”

Cassander bowed her head. “No,” she said bitterly, “I never have.”

“Your husband must be nothing but a groupie,” the Baron said calmly. “You are very sexy, Cassandra, I knew that the first time I saw you, and tonight was nothing, nothing at all. You have so much to learn, so much to experience, and you’re going to love it all,” he said with an excited hopeful twinkle in his eyes.

“I want to leave,” Cassandra said calmly.

The Baron just laughed, “Of course you don’t want to leave, how can you leave me now, your body is just starting to come to life, he reached out and slid one hand over her flannel panties,” trailing off where the mucus had moistened them, “Don’t you want to know what it’s like to be kissed in that place, don’t you want me to touch your whole body?” He said as he held his eyes fixed on hers, making her embarrassed. She felt that liquid slipping again since and saw a smile appear on his face and knew he was touching that spot. “You are special, Cassandra, very special, you can’t leave now, you need someone like me, someone to teach you what your body can do, to teach you how to restrain your body.”

That last sentence made her shiver with excitement, and she couldn’t say why, and she was still staring straight at him when Luz came in with the tea tray.

“Put it on the table, Luz, don’t you think Cassandra has a nice body?” He said absently.

Luz smiled happily at Cassandra, “It is beautiful, sir, and I wish I could grow taller and slimmer.”

He laughed out loud, “I think you’ve satisfied me with your performance, now go away and get some sleep, I won’t need you tonight.”

Cassandra glared at him, “Why did you even bother to humiliate me?” He was surprised, he was almost moved by the displeasure in her eyes.

“I’m not shaming you Cassandra, I’m telling you that there’s nothing to be ashamed of sexually, you’ll know a lot about sharing it later, and right now it’s probably too soon.”

Cassandra wanted his hand out of the crotch of her leg, the hand that made her stir and made her muscles burn and tense. He saw her face begin to look the same as the old expression again and realized at once what it was. He immediately withdrew his hand. She’d had enough for tonight, and as usual by the end of this session, he’d send her to her own room. But there was something else about her that puzzled him. She probably piqued his curiosity more than any other woman.

“Go to sleep,” he said, in a voice so kindly that Katia had never heard it before, “and in the morning everything will seem a dream.”

She sat up straight and looked around for her clothes, then began to work her way desperately faster up her body. The Baron shook his head and helped her to her feet, making a move to help her pull it from underneath so that her dress was spreading flat over her ass and lower belly, and he felt her skin jumping with joy as she reacted again.

“I don’t understand,” Cassandra gibbered, her eyes opening wearily. The drugs, the alcohol were starting to take their toll on her, “I thought…”

He lifted her chin and looked at her intently, “What do you think?”

“I think you have to love someone to…”

“Love isn’t that at all, Cassandra,” he whispered to her, “Love is a myth, a fable, a fairy tale, for getting women to stop sexually sinning. Sexiness, sexual desire, sexual excitement, those are real, but not love.”

Cassandra took her arms and wrapped them around her body. He was wrong, she knew it. But she was in no position to debate him after this mess. “How do you expect me to be able to take care of your children after this?” She moved away from him.

“I knew you perfectly well when I chose you, and it has nothing to do with my child. Now go get some sleep.

Tomorrow I have to go away for the day and come back for dinner, and if the weather is nice we will eat outside, it will be cool for all of us.” She closed the door behind her and he laughed out loud.

THE BARON CLIMBED UP HIS ROUND It was four o’clock in the morning, and Ketia was still wide-eyed and awake. Eyes staring hotly into the darkness. She tried to watch the CCTV, but it was so dark she couldn’t believe it and snapped at Peter to fix it. He told her that Detective had turned it off and she screamed at Peter like a shrew. It had never happened before, so she was scared.

“Still awake, Katia?” The Baron asked softly.

“Yes.”

“How are you and Peter doing?”

“Probably not as well off as you and Cassandra.”

He laughed, “Probably not.” He reached out and tickled Katya’s back, “I hope you don’t want to argue, that would be a big mistake.”

“Why would I want to argue?” He spread his arms wide, tempted to do so. “I’m thinking of asking Robert and Franz to come soon, maybe you’ll have to fight about it.”

Katia was energized. Even if Cassandra could deal with Dieter and the rest of the house, she could never deal with Robert and Franz, no one could deal with the couple, except her. That’s why even when poor Marita was gone, she was still there. Marietta had fallen in love with her indulgent husband, and had been more than foolish enough to reveal her true feelings to him.

“Don’t you think Helena is looking more and more like her mother?”

“Maybe, looking like me would be even better! As a fun aside, Katia, did you like what you did on your own in the gym this afternoon?”

It was a scar for Katya. “Yes,” she said proudly, “the pain is unimaginably wonderful, and even I have never been so satisfied.”

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The next morning, Cassandra woke up with a dry mouth and headache. She reached for the alarm clock, her fingers hard and stiff, and she pushed it down, her mind like a wildebeest. She lay there for a few minutes once, her mind spinning with thoughts: was she sick, but then the memories of the night before flashed through her mind like a gently lifted window  and her body heated up. This must be a dream. She muttered, but when her hands touched her breasts, the soft nipples, the sensitive skin around them all told her clearly that this was no dream.

Struggling to roll out of bed, she stumbled into the bathroom, rinsed herself with very hot water and then climbed into the heated tub. Through the steamy mist that smelled of balm, she could examine herself. There were tiny red spots on her small, white breasts, and slight scrapes were visible. Cassandra was hard to be sure, yet as she struggled to figure out how it had all come out, her body remembered the pleasure instead, and her legs spread lazily underwater, letting one of the jets flick between her legs.

The titillating urge brought her back to her senses. She quickly washed her entire body, before stepping out of the tub, wrapping it in a wide, fluffy towel and hastily drying herself. Suddenly, a moment of panic swept over her at the thought of coming face to face with the Baron for breakfast. Then she breathed a sigh of relief about the time she remembered that he’d said he wouldn’t be home all day. She wished she could remember how Katya had quietly left them alone together after dinner. There was one other vague memory: that there seemed to be someone else in the room, watching them from the shadows. But it was confusing, perhaps part of a dream rather than real.

As quickly as she could she put on the short black-skirted white cotton blouse she felt so formal in. Once she was dressed she took out the list of instructions from the Baron and read them carefully from cover to cover. Every day after breakfast he required the ladies to engage in some form of exercise. She decided that today they would utilize the indoor pool that was tucked away in a separate building behind the main building. A drink around nine o’clock in the morning, followed by “a little intellectual learning,” which meant accompanying them to lunch. In the afternoon there is a lunch break, and then it’s time to arrange an outing. Museums, movie theaters, zoos or parks were among Abigail’s suggestions. Though Cassandra felt that Krystyna was still too young to go to those places. When the time came there would still be a list of things to do. Tea was at 5:00 p.m., stories were told, games were played, and then bedtime was at 6:30 p.m.

Two things on the form surprised her: one was the number of times the children were to use the lavatory, and the other was this instruction: you must have full control over the ladies at all times. It was almost as if the ladies themselves did not even know that they needed to go to the lavatory at their convenience; and the other was this instruction: you must have full control over the ladies at all times, and any disobedience or violation of the rules must be punished immediately.

Try as she might to guess, Cassandra couldn’t imagine what it would take to get the little girls to break the rules; they were completely dependent on her to accompany them from east to west. There were times when she really wanted to ask him, but of course it wouldn’t be tonight.

Both little girls were awake when she walked into their room and they looked at her in amazement. “You came from your own room?” Helena asked. She quickly took off her pajamas and slipped on a red and white jacket with frills on the chest.

“Where should I come from?” Cassandra asked.

Helena shrugged dismissively. It looked a lot like her father. “Dad’s room, or Katia’s.”

She pouted, “That’s where Abigail usually spends the night. She only sleeps in her own room when she’s disobedient.”

Cassandra was uncomfortable. “What do you mean, disobedient? What do you mean, disobedient?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she didn’t eat properly or made some other mistake. What are we doing today?”

“I think we should go swimming this morning, while we go for a walk in Hampstead in the afternoon.”

Helena shook her head, “I don’t, no, we can’t go unless we bring bodyguards. You should have arranged that yesterday. Don’t you know anything about it?”

“Not really, you’ll have to help me know what to do.” Cassandra smiled slightly.

Helena glared at her and said, “I’m not helping you, I hate to see you punished. Come on, Krysty, or you’ll be late again, the tipping point, and you’ll be punished.”

Cassandra sat the smaller girl on her lap and began to help her dress. “I don’t believe the Tipping Point is any more powerful. That must be Abigail’s way of handling things.”

Helena deftly tied her shoes. “No, it’s Daddy’s rule that you shouldn’t do so much for her, and if you always feed her, she’ll never learn anything. Daddy says he’s sick of spoiled children. Look, I got it all done.”

Cassandra took a look at the pretty little face, the extraordinary firmness of the mouth was particularly impressive. “You’re so handy and capable, Helena. But I can’t quite believe that Krystyna is as smart as you are; she still needs help to learn to take care of herself like you do.”

“She’s just like Mom,” Helena said in a lowered voice, “Mom just can’t do anything by herself.”

As she was talking, there was a bang downstairs. “Come on,” Helena’s face flushed, “we only have three minutes left. Come on, Krystina, hurry!”

“You guys haven’t had your morning bath yet, have you?” Cassandra said.

“Washed, morning bath at six forty-five, then breakfast, eaten is eight thirty, stupid. Come on, come on!”

“It’s just the few of us eating, and if we’re a few minutes late, no one will know.” Cassandra reminded.

“Luz will know, she’ll report back, she loves to snitch. Come on, Krystina.”

Cassandra followed them kicking and screaming down the stairs, feeling a deep sense of inadequacy in this job. Helena didn’t act like a four year old, and Krystyna seemed to have the world at her fingertips and to be behaving like her sister. Luz only cared if they were delayed at breakfast or something so minor that Cassandra couldn’t figure out how Helena could be so precocious. Still, she figured that Abigail must have lied to them to get them to listen. Ah, she should really show some love herself.

It was two minutes past eight when they sat down to breakfast. The thick windows  which shut out the darkness had been fastened, and the windows were all open to let in the fresh morning air. Cassandra glanced at the fireplace, which had been extinguished, and began to drift off again: the scalding dreamscape, the greasy food were all part of last night’s stirring distraction. It could be, she knew, that those marks on her chest were all too real.

The day went by very quickly. The little girl was having fun and feeling cozy in the pool. It was warm, although Cassandra wasn’t exactly physically strong, and she also soaked in the pool for two hours without shivering. As Helena had said earlier, no one could lead them to Hampstead, and they had to go for a walk on the path between the trees at the edge of the meadow, where Cassandra taught them to pronounce the names of the flowers and the birds.

After tea they built a set of large blocks in the nursery. The blocks were so big that Krystyna couldn’t hold on to them. Soon after the children were bathed, she read them a passage from Alice’s Travels, starting where Abigail had left her bookmark.

“I love Alice’s adventures,” Helena said sleepily  as Cassandra kissed her goodnight. “She lives in a messy place, doesn’t she?”

“She didn’t really live there, she just thought she would, it was solidly a dream.” Cassandra explained.

“Yeah? How do you know?”

“Because the author told us so at the end of the story.”

“We’re not dreaming too, are we?”

Cassandra, remembering how she herself felt when she woke up in the morning, could understand the boy’s doubt. “No, you weren’t dreaming, it was all real.”

“I think it’s dreaming. Would you like to stay for a long time with so many people coming and going since mom died? It’s not like you’re going to cry and disappear too, is it?”

Ah, what a shock. Cassandra stared intently at Helena’s face, remembering the cries she’d heard that day when she’d made her first job search.

“Okay?” Helena asked inquiringly.

Cassandra reached out a hand and gently caught it on the worried little girl’s forehead, “Oh, I’m not leaving. I’ll stay as long as you guys want me to.” She replied.

“Yeah.”

Helena seemed satisfied, but Cassandra was getting restless. She began to wish that there was someone outside this house who knew her whereabouts and was holding her, worrying if she had “disappeared, too.” But, then, she shook her head at herself in the dark of the night. It was possible that Helena thought Abigail had disappeared, when in fact it was she who had been fired. The children were so weak that everything that happened frightened them. It had to be that way.

At seven forty-five, as dead as the timetable made it out to be, she walked downstairs and through the landing into the garden, remembering that the Baron had said they were dining outside tonight.

She took a moment to decide what to wear, the previous night’s embarrassment making her even more shy than usual. Katya smiled when she saw that Cassandra was wearing a wide-backed, square-necked, fifties-style cotton cover-up dress. She herself was wearing a tiny, colorful bikini and a knee-length sheer shirtdress. Whatever had happened last night had clearly failed to inspire Cassandra to be able to display her torso with pride.

“Drink up, Cathy. May I call you that?” She said this after like a little thought.

“I like the name Cassandra. My ex-husband used to call me Cathy, too, and I always thought it sounded like I was being called like a shaggy dog.”

“Maybe you really did make that connection for him! Here, try this fruit juice, it’s delicious.”

Cassandra took the drink from the woman’s beautifully manicured nails, secretly instructing herself to stop biting her fingernails.

Katya gracefully unfolded her body and lay down on the cool bed, letting out a pleasant sigh: “I just love the heat. I can’t get Dieter to spend more time abroad, he’s never happy about it. He just seems to love this horrible country. He can’t stay much longer now, he’s changed lately. How are the ladies?”

“I think they had a good time today Ro, I’m sure of it.”

“I thought having fun wasn’t the most important thing, right? It’s true that Dieter never gave Abigail the impression that it was: life for the ladies meant taking long vacations. I thought you might be too soft. What good does softness do her? I’m going to talk to Detective about it.”

“We did some educational activities.” Cassandra said in a flat tone, “Learning can be fun, besides they are still very young.”

At that moment the Baron came up the patio steps towards them, dressed in well-made dark blue baggy pants and a short-sleeved silk shirt with blue and gold stripes on a white background; his light-colored hair looked as if it had been freshly washed, and was tugged over his brow so that he had to ruffle it aside with his fingers from time to time. He seemed to be in an excellent mood, his eyes glowing and a half smile on his lips. He took a seat in the reclining chair near Ketia.

“Peter’s moving food in here, honey, and you’re going to just lie on your back and eat it? Is that happy? Like the rest of the day?” He asked, a note of pleasure in his tone.

Katya let out a laugh and sat up straight, her arms wrapped around her brown knees, her shirt lifted up and Cassandra couldn’t help but look over: the bikini was tightly pocketed around Katya’s ass, fitting so tightly that even the outline of her pussy was clearly outlined. The bureau moved away from Cassandra’s eyes.

Peter brought in a large tray of salads and cold cuts, and his eyes went straight to Katya. Cassandra saw his hands shaking as he placed the plates on the plush metal table. The baron was also staring intently at Peter, and he pouted at Katya, who was apparently indifferent. She wriggled out of bed, her knees parted wider and the flap of cloth fitted tighter, burying the groove for the moment but making her breasts stand out. From where Peter stood he could see Katya’s nipples. Peter glanced at the Baron, whose eyes showed nothing but amusement. The young manservant exited the courtyard in disappointment.

It was already clear to Cassandra that there was about to be a good show. Her chest was similarly swollen, as she had experienced the night before. Only this time it wasn’t from lack of air.

“Well, what have you done today, Cassandra?” The Baron asked suddenly.

“They’re having so much fun today!” Katya said, a derisive smile on her face. “I thought Cassandra didn’t understand…”

“I know I’m not talking to you.” The Baron said, his dark eyes fixed on Cassandra. Caitia’s lids flushed and she muttered.

“I led the ladies in swimming, and Krystyna did her best to learn not to use a floatation ring. This afternoon, we went for a walk on the trail by the woods.”

“Good, I know you want to go to Hampstead.”

“Yes, but it seemed like I should wait until I was fully prepared to go there, so I arranged to go tomorrow.”

“Good, I know you’re all late for breakfast.”

Katya clutched her knees together with a look of anticipatory excitement. Cassandra looked at him with a surprised look on her face, “Just three minutes!”

“Three minutes or three hours, late is late. I remember making my thoughts on the timetable clear to you from the start, didn’t I?”

“Yes. But…”

“Then you know you can keep to the schedule successfully. The ladies must be penalized for being late with breakfast.”

“It’s not their fault,” Cassandra argued, “It’s up to me to make sure they’re punctual.” He smiled gently at her, the smile that had stirred her goodwill the day of the door-to-door job search reappearing. “Of course Ro, I was talking about your punishment.”

Kaitia closed her hands and clapped them gently, letting out a gloating sigh. “It’s so confusing,” Cassandra turned to the woman, “I can’t figure it out.”

“Of course you don’t!”

No help could be expected from that woman. Cassandra therefore turned again in the direction in which the Baron was sitting. The Baron was looking at her calmly. “More juice,” he offered, refilling her glass. The gesture made her immediately remember how he had spilled wine on her the night before. The memory of cold wine on hot breasts caused her face to flush, and she sat there, helplessly allowing the flush to creep up her neck and blot her face.

“Isn’t she adorable yo,” Katia said, her voice sweet, “I’ve never seen anyone blush so adorably.”

Cassandra grabbed the glass of juice and drank it thirstily. The fruit flavor was strong, and she vaguely remembered her parents treating her to fruit juice on Christmas Day, so she felt a little safe in the knowledge that it wouldn’t be too exciting.

She was about to take her first bite of salad when suddenly, the Baron spoke again, “I think we’d better swim first. Come on!” He reached out a hand to spam Katya’s foot. She grinned at him. “Cassandra, you should help Ketia too, she’s not very good at swimming yet, although like Krystina, there’s no floatation ring yet she can kick around a few times.”

It was a surprise, but it was a relief, and the punishment was probably set aside for now. Cassandra stood up quickly. “I’ll get my swimsuit.”

The Baron snatched forward and caught her wrist. “No, no need for a swimsuit, that thing makes adult swim parties much more ridiculous than children’s.”

She tried to break away, but his hand was strong and his fingers clenched around her wrist, causing her a little pain. “Come on, Cassandra, nothing difficult. There could be a lot worse punishments grinning, you know.” He added this in a calm tone.

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s your tipping point, and that’s probably not a bad word. Due to the late breakfast. We’re late for dinner now too, Peter.” He craned his neck to call out, then dragged a reliant Cassandra down the flagstone path to the pool. Katya, meanwhile, hurried ahead. Her round ass swung teasingly in the taut bimini.

The air in the pool room was mild and humid. The flower tanks at the foot of the walls were planted with dark green goat’s teeth, which seemed to cast even more formidable shadows on the marble floors in the evening. There was light underwater now, too, shining up and illuminating every swimmer. Katya stood to one side, undoing the top straps of her bikini, while Cassandra twisted and turned before breaking away from the baron and running toward the heavy rubber door, which to her surprise did not budge.

“I’m afraid the door is chained, Cassandra, and you can’t leave unless I open it,” he said in a slow, discourteous voice.

“Come on, don’t be difficult. You’ve already used the pool this morning, haven’t you?”

The juice was more stimulating than she could have ever experienced, as once again she felt heavy with stress and weariness, and it was hard to keep his mind clear.

“That’s different!” She argued, “Didn’t I already apologize for this morning? Besides you can dock my pay if you want, I don’t want to swim without a bathing suit and still…”

“You don’t want to swim without a bathing suit! Of course you don’t want to, that’s the punishment, the tipping point. If you want to do something, then that’s the payoff. And, Cassandra, by the end of the night I hope you will see this as payment.” He added calmly.

She shuddered, then jumped again while Kaitia sank into the water, stirring up a very loud splash. “She looks like a very familiar swimmer.” Cassandra noted.

“Maybe she’ll help you. Come on, take off that awful dress. I can’t imagine why I have to wear that thing.”

Below them, Katya treaded water and looked up, mesmerized by the cold, icy expression that passed through Cassandra’s eyes. There was nothing but desperate hopelessness in this speculative expression. Not only did this expression excite the Baron’s mistress, but it should have been expected at first.

The Baron reached down and pulled a wide back strap off of Cassandra’s shoulder until he realized that there was still only a bra in the dress, and he laughed out loud. “There won’t be a chastity belt, I hope! Turn around.”

“No,” Cassandra said, wanting her voice to sound firm, her body less stiff from not wanting his hand to come wrenching again.

He flicked her cheek with two fingers. The fingers stung and she took a step back in surprise. “Do as I say, Cassandra, and remember, if you are willing to be with my children, you will learn to be disciplined.”

Cassandra remembered her promise to Helena. She also wondered if the Baron had known about that promise as well, how could that be? Slowly she turned around and felt him unbuttoning the back of her dress and then the bra as he peeled it and the bra from her and let them fall to the wet parquet floor below her.

Her breath caught, her nipples bulged out, her tiny breasts began to swell as his hands ran over her bare back and shoulders. His hands were slipping downward, his two big fingers hooking around the waist of her flat-footed panties, removing them in this way so that they were around her knees. Katya looked upward from the water, those green eyes taking in Cassandra’s torso violently exposed to them all at once.

“Straddle out,” he murmured and grunted. She was tame as a sleepwalker, and the drugged juice had taken effect, making her easier to tame. But the baron was sure she wasn’t overly drugged and drunk. He didn’t want her to lose her senses completely, unable to remember anything. By the time he really wanted to possess her, the drug had worn off completely. There would be no need for drugs at all in the future. He would have to control her on his own, without having to pretend to be warm to her. Only a little bit of the drug was used for this exercise.

Cassandra heard the Baron undressing behind her, right down to the nude. The Baron caught her hand and led her down the steps to the shallow water level. There, he moved in front of her, face to face, and held out his hands to lead her into the water.

As he stood opposite her, she noticed that his chest was covered in thick, dark brown body hair, which was integrated into a straight line down to just below his waist. Lighter colored fluffy pubic hair grew prominently around his erect penis. She also saw the firm muscles of his upper legs and chest, the taut, knotted thighs, which were also covered in body hair. The thought occurred to her: what would it be like to have her naked body pressed head to toe against his naked body? Then she was ashamed to dismiss the thought. She shivered as the warm water reached her feet, knowing that it would soon reach her bare pussy, and knowing that Katya and the Baron would be watching to see how she reacted.

She hoped her pubic hair wasn’t too thick and dark. Katia had a light yellow triangle where everything was exposed, while Cassandra’s was like a forest that hid everything.

“Come on, come on!” The Baron urged, pulling her inch by inch deeper, and when the water was flush with the lips of her outer cunt, she took a deep breath while he laughed at her. His hands moved to her waist and wiggled her into the water while he was allowed to stand still. His own knees bent slightly so they could be face to face. He spread his arms around her waist into a figure eight and after caressing her ass and upper abdomen for a while, he took advantage of her being unsuspecting and fought the urge to pull her toward him so that she couldn’t stand, slipping her legs between his and laying on her back in the water, her breasts exposed.

“Come on, look, Katia,” he shouted.

Cassandra struggled to her feet. “Thou shalt not,” she argued vocally, while he only shook his head to signal her to stay still. “Calm yourself, Cassandra, feel the warmth of the water! Doesn’t it taste good to feel that it is rocking you, touching you, wrapping around you? I have my own theory about water. I think we have a naturally close relationship with water because we spent our fetal years in amniotic fluid, and our bodies want to spend our lives in water, but evolution has prevented us from doing so. That’s okay, we can have all the fun we want in our own pool.”

His voice was always so calm, and she couldn’t help but relax herself as he conversed with her.

Her legs floated up behind him so that it was up to his hands to hold her. His arms wrapped around her so tightly that he didn’t let go even as he meandered toward her.

Caitia was a fast swimmer, darting towards them, treading water and standing next to the prone water-bound Cassandra, who had a disdainful look on her underdeveloped but obviously swollen and bewildering breasts. The Baron nodded at her and she happily lowered her head to tenderly suck on one of Cassandra’s nipples, noting at the same time that there were tiny bumps on the top edge of that, and it was obvious that the Baron had already toyed with both breasts the night before.

Cassandra lay in a trance, listening to the warm water float over her. Her body was relaxed and more energized than she had ever known herself to be. Though she knew that Ketia’s mouth was on her breast, she didn’t care, because the Baron’s hands were wrapped around her body, and the kind of pleasure Ketia’s mouth was giving her was almost as intense as the kind of sensations he had given her the night before.

“She’s excited,” said the Baron, “to suck a little harder, she likes that, doesn’t she, Cassandra?”

Cassandra swallowed deeply. She didn’t want him to talk to her, it made everything too real; she’d rather wander in a dream world and pretend that in that situation she was involuntary.

“Tell Katia you like her to suck harder.” He even urged her to say it, but Cassandra closed her eyes and didn’t grunt.

“Not listening.” He scolded. Katya saw her lover give him a wink and quickly took a sharp bite of the delicate nipple with her fine teeth. Cassandra, startled, struggled and the Baron’s grip loosened so that she was in the water at once, emerging seconds later to drink and fill her mouth, ears and eyes with water, which was quite a shock.

The Baron didn’t give her a moment’s respite, but slipped both hands under her armpits and dragged her on her back to swim into deeper water, with Ketia following along, her swinging hand touching the young woman’s foot.

Once in the deeper water, Cassandra was pushed and pulled to the edge of the pool, her back against the rim, “Rest your arm on the edge of the pool and let your feet surface in front of you.” The Baron instructed from the sidelines, his tone raw.

This time Cassandra dutifully complied.

“Yes!” He also rested an arm toward the edge of the pool, leaning against hers, freeing his left hand to go under her ass and wrench up her lower back so it was exposed to the water. “Keep her like that, keep it still.” He said to Katya. He swam away and spun around, getting out of the water between Cassandra’s feet.

“Look at me with your eyes open.” He told her, not letting her lower her eyelids. He was glad to see those eyes “suddenly” open, and there was a light at the bottom of the pool right at their feet, a light that reflected the woman’s long, trembling limbs, the dark triangle of her pussy stimulating him far more than he could have hoped for. Her mouth was tightly closed. He began to knead her calf muscles, her ankles, and that’s when he saw her mouth open slightly, and he could see the incisors between her pale lips. “Pull upward a little,” he instructed Katya. When Cassandra’s belly was fully exposed, he lowered his head and covered her belly with soft as first kisses, while he copied both his hands behind her and kneaded both of her ass cheeks hard, a motion that pressed her belly even tighter against his mouth.

Cassandra felt her body sink and once again heard her heart pounding in her ears. Her belly seemed to be overly taut. The area was aching as the Baron’s violent kneading and squeezing washed over her pussy in a constant wave of water.

“Cross your legs, Cassandra.” He said softly to her.

“You have heavy hands!” She whispered and gibbered.

He smiled slightly, “You must cross your legs, do you still want Katya to lick your nipples?” The thought almost made it hard to contain the excitement. Cassandra looked at him with pleading eyes. “Beg her,” he instructed.

Cassandra twisted her heavy head around and begged the waiting woman, “Please lick me again.”

Katya smiled and did as she was asked.

The Baron stared into Cassandra’s dark eyes and saw longing and lust drifting through them, his agitation more seemingly torturing himself. He couldn’t remember the last time his testicular nines had been so inflamed, his cock throbbing so hard. But he was quite capable of restraining from letting him get too hasty.

For nearly half a bell, he and Katya kept teasing and stimulating Cassandra. She was still lying in the warm water, her head resting against the side of the pool. They concentrated on stimulating her breasts, neck, ears, feet, ankles and belly, but were oblivious to the area in the crotch of her legs that was so dry and uncomfortable. Even though they knew that was where the ultimate pleasure was to be had. Though she tried her best to keep her legs crossed in obedience to the Baron’s constant commands, Cassandra couldn’t help but move around, and as their skillful fingers and mouths stimulated her susceptible body, she started to move more and more aggressively.

Eventually the Baron’s seasoned eyes took in the look of blush and disappointed resignation on her face, as well as the sweeping movements of her body, all of which told him it was time to go further. He and Katya hauled Cassandra up out of the water and laid her down on the marble floor.

The sudden cessation of sexual advances surprised her as she left the delectable warmth of the pool, and she cried out. The Baron quickly appeared at her side and toweled her off with his robe, then picked her up and led her through a small door at the side of the pool into a warm, softly lit room with a low, sumptuous king-sized bed in the center of the house, covered only with a Persian blanket. Cassandra stripped out of her terrycloth robe and fell headlong onto that bed of carnal desire. “Come on,” the Baron said with satisfaction, “this is where it really begins.”

He sat down at Cassandra’s heels and carefully parted her legs, letting his fingers caress the inside of her leg femurs as he had done earlier. She felt the blanket rubbing against her aching flesh, a sensation just below her lower abdomen, and couldn’t help but tighten her muscles; any kind of contact to that area was pleasurable.

“No.” The Baron’s voice broke the pleasure and she quickly relaxed her ass. “It will be better, waiting is always better, my heart, though we understand how difficult it is for you, don’t we, Catia?”

Hearing him say this, Cassandra twisted her head around to cruise around the room and saw that Katya was there watching them both, her own hands automatically fondling her bulging breasts, which had a pair of large nipples on them.

“I don’t like her there,” Cassandra twittered. The Baron smiled. “Does she have to stay here?

“I don’t know,” Cassandra asked again.

Katya looked at her lover, would he drive her away again like he did the night before in case she got nervous. If he did this time, she was going to have to push back. She was too bashful to leave. She also knew he would want her to stay. After a moment’s contemplation, he nodded to Cassandra and said, “Of course she’ll stay. It’s not just to make you happy, remember?”

Cassandra couldn’t remember: if this wasn’t pleasure, she didn’t know what it was. She looked at him confused.

“Think,” he urged, “tell me why you’re here?” His hand moved up to her foot and ruffled her pubic hair.

The teasing of his fingers made her so delirious that all her senses seemed to be centered only between her legs. She wanted nothing more than to be touched, her insatiable arousal burning through her body. She racked her brain and couldn’t come up with the answer he wanted.

She was doing her best to think about it, but the groping of his hand was much more extensive. He lowered his head to kiss the crotch of her leg, while his fingers still kept rubbing her thick, dark pubic hair like a soft breeze blowing through it.

“It’s punishment!” She finally knotted up her broken thoughts. “I was late with breakfast, and this is my punishment.”

“Right! Yes!”

He parted her outer labia very carefully, getting his first glimpse of the delicate tender red inner labia, and he liked to tease and incite until she couldn’t wait. A thin stream of mucus oozed out of the narrow vaginal opening, her clitoris was not yet erect and she was so tense so he knew the teasing would take a little longer than he had imagined in the pool.

“Relax, Cassandra.” He murmured roundly, “Lie still and let me show you what men do to women.”

Cassandra wanted to relax, wanted him to make some movement, any movement, and his touching of her taut, aching muscles with his delicate, cool fingers made her think of Paul, how his impatient hands always made her raw and uninterested; there was nothing skillful about their lovemaking except disappointment and frustration. She didn’t want this fascinating man to lose interest in studying her body, so she tried her best to restrain herself.

“It’s not much fun.” Her voice was so low he could only hear the semblance of a word.

“Of course it’s going to be fun,” he affirmed, “trust me.” He glanced at his mistress. The woman turned and darted toward a small cooler against the wall and brought him a tall, push-button spray canister. He took it from her, pressed a small dollop of foam into the palm of his hand, dabbed the fingers of his other hand in the foam, and began to gently rub Cassandra’s cunt from top to bottom.

The unexpected coolness jolted her flat flesh and she tried desperately to sit up. “No, lie back lie back, just use some lubricant and give us a little help when we copulate.” With great patience, he slathered that sticky mixture all over that part of him. Around the walls of her vaginal opening, which was swelling up, he applied another round, then lowered his head and licked the lubricant away with his tongue, causing her to flop around on the bed in a wild and amazing way – actually bouncing off the bed.

Though she knew the movement was unconscious, Katia was full of hope that the Baron would go ahead and punish Cassandra, yet he only snuck in a pursed smile at her, and when he watched her try her hardest to maintain the stillness she had earlier, he nodded happily, “Bravo, my heart, you are a bright student.” Katya frowned and waited to see the strong ass begin to wriggle, a movement she couldn’t stand, and making her watch that wriggling was tantamount to punishing her.

Cassandra stared straight up at the whitewashed ceiling, thinking about what she and Paul had done in their marital bed and how to relate that situation to what she was doing now. Her breasts were so sensitive they reacted to even the movement of the air above her head. Her spine, the belly of her leg, was raw under the friction of the Persian blanket, and the baron’s skillful hands that were ravaging her aching muscles felt the desperate tensing of her belly. She felt as if she should match her burgeoning lust.

The Baron licked the lubrication from the mouth of her vagina, a little later letting his tongue swirl around it, which aroused her even more, and she struggled to try and avoid it, but his hands grabbed her thighs so that she couldn’t move. All the lubrication gone, he motioned for Katya to come around him. Letting her steady the young woman’s spread legs, meanwhile he concentrated on discovering and teasing up the tiny clitoris so he could finally push her to orgasm.

Katya was also very much with the endeavor. He Long could hear it in the way she gasped; could see it in her bulging breasts.

There was wet sweat seeping out between the peaks of her breasts. He signaled her with his eyes to be quiet while he delicately inserted a thin finger into Cassandra’s cunt, moving it from side to side almost imperceptibly, waiting for the damp slime to coat it.

Soon her mucus was oozing out, and eventually when Ketia tautly spread her outer labia, Cassandra’s clitoris was finally on display, and the Baron’s skillful tending of the area caused the otherwise visible, but not visible, clitoris to swell with excitement. He stroked her taut, jiggling lower abdomen with one hand, his hand stroking and admiring the area as the muscles around the clitoris tightened and the nub of flesh became erect with it. Cassandra’s ass began to wriggle, panting sharply.

“Touch yourself, Cassandra.” He told her gently, “Put your hands on your tits, hold your nipples hostage, rub them, just like you like me to do. Touch them, rub them, come on!”

His words provoked her to hesitate no longer. Her hands went to her swollen breasts, grasping them eagerly, like a child grasping a bottle. He was energized by her obedience, by the fact that she touched her breasts without the slightest bit of finesse, but by the obvious pleasure she got from touching them herself.

Carefully, he continued to skillfully and indirectly manipulate her center of arousal. Her hips wiggled more and more violently, and she almost “pranced” off the bed. Her belly was so taut that it stood out to him, and the taut flesh excited him as Katya teased him, and he felt her hand move toward his throbbing cock.

He snapped his face back, and seeing his face of anger, she had to quickly pull her hand out.

“Don’t move, Cassandra.” He spoke again. There was a warmth in that voice that Katya had never heard before in any of her previous disposable games up to this point. She “brushed” her eyes toward him. The little woman had been played with as much as she could, and both of them realized it, that the play was too much for her untried body. Her nerve endings couldn’t take it anymore.

The Baron smiled shallowly and relaxed the pressure on her pubic bone, quickly letting his hand slide down to poke right up to the constricted clitoris, riding out her seizure just by touching that flesh with delicate touches. She needed more of this teasing, and she moaned in a delightful sounding agonized voice.

“Shut up.” Katya shivered with excitement and couldn’t help but say it for him. It showed how much she enjoyed playing this sex game. Without waiting for him to open his mouth, she handed him a hateful, long, pointy, feathered tail that was the last item on the program. He twirled the feather carefully and quickly in the hot mucus of her vaginal opening, then he tweaked the quivering, tantalizing, over-excited flesh, causing Cassandra’s head to bob even more fervently, and after a moment of frenzy, she sank back into the blankets, without even a grunt of extreme arousal.

He hesitated instead when the feather touched his clitoris, and Caitia sighed deeply, watching and waiting. Though he couldn’t tell from his slow, careless hands, the baron was actually aroused to the point of collapse. He knew that the woman on the bed was fighting the urge to follow his routine, but was having trouble doing so: trying to discipline the flesh with newly consumed sensitivity.

In a few moments he was going to plunge her into an abyss of pain that she had never dreamed of even in her worst nightmares.

Ketia held open Cassandra’s outer labia even more, exposing more of her clit, just as he had hoped.

As soon as the orgasm passed, the clitoris began to contract. He bent down and said to the bed’s jade body, arms and legs wide open and trembling, “Hold back, Cassandra, let your body press down hard and get in position for me.”

All she could feel was that her muscles were tightening inward, even the nerve endings were contracting into clumps. These nerves were like ropes binding her tightly. She struggled to do as he said. He watched from the sidelines with no small amount of admiration. The result of her obedience caused her clitoris to swell out again. Completely exposed to the unforgiving feather.

Quickly, deftly, he brushed the feathered tail over Cassandra’s most sensitive parts, circling the kind of budding buds before covering them in their entirety. Her flesh bounced like an electric shock.

Katya knew what to do, falling head over heels across Cassandra’s lap, but the previously still drowsy woman’s upper body shook desperately, her ass bouncing up and down on the bed, her mouth open, unable to help herself, screaming shrilly with extreme arousal, almost as if overstressed with the onset of an extreme orgasm, nerves that had suffered from demonic torment could finally be given a cathartic release.

The Baron watched as her flesh continued to wriggle around, and he was reluctant for her to keep her thighs together to impede the relentless feathered thrusts. He kept teasing and inciting until her last cries faded and that pleasure began to turn to pain, and then, and only then, did he stop on.

Cassandra lay there sweating profusely, her eyes closed tightly, her hair wet against her scalp. Caitia whispered to him, “She moved.” Satisfaction dripped from the words. “Heh, what a moving punishment.”

He looked at her with slight amusement, “I would have preferred you to say that, my dear Katia. Unfortunately you seem to have forgotten that you promised to keep quiet. The penalty for your foul play is expulsion from the game, now go.”

Katia’s eyelids “flushed”, now would be the most appropriate time, now would be the time for him to let her begin to rekindle the jittery woman’s libido, soon she would be screaming, her helpless nerves would be really wanting it, Katia herself had loved them the second time around, reluctant orgasms on pins and needles often made them sob and sob. sobbing. How much pain an orgasm puts you through also makes it enjoyable.

“No, please don’t whisk me away.”

“Don’t beg, Katia, I hate that, right now!”

“Should I call Peter to help you?”

He raised an eyebrow, “You think I need a favor? What a doorstop, you underestimate me.”

“But, Det…”

Cassandra on the bed squirmed and grunted as the Baron swept her with an approving glance. There was no doubt she couldn’t hold back any longer, and she would cater to him with all her heart. He was sure of it. He wasn’t going to let Ketia stay there to watch their next move. He reached out and gave Katia’s big hairy taut tits a hard squeeze. Her tits stiffened painfully.

“Get out of here,” he said without question. With a full belly, she wiped her tears and walked away from them.

Dieter K. K. Von Ritter slipped into bed. Ritter slipped onto the bed and pinned the frantic woman underneath him, who was looking at him with fixed eyes. “Lift your buttocks,” he ordered eagerly, dragging down a small pillow to rest under both her buttocks, “very well, cross your legs and rest them on my waist.” She found it hard to comply, her legs were too heavy to move at all, but to her own surprise she managed to do what he asked. Her small ankles crossed behind his back as he pressed down, hesitated a little, and then poked his long-swollen cock into her warm, tight cunt in one swift motion.

Cassandra’s driving body was bobbing on the crest of a wave, her nerves were coming back to life as a result of his penetration, and she felt the sparks of joy coming out of her navel. He waited a little, wiggling his hips to stimulate the inner walls of her vagina, where her arousal was, and by now he was too close to orgasm to wait any longer, and though he mumbled “open your eyes”, he closed his own, unable to stand it any longer, letting himself reach the height of his pleasure, poking heavier and heavier, feeling her body rise and fall with each thrust. The more he poked, the heavier he felt her body stretching and contracting with each thrust. He loved the gasps of pleasure she let out from the force of his thrusts. Eventually it was almost too much to bear as he felt his warm semen rushing out of him and into the excited, gasping woman pinned beneath him.

It was the most arousal he’d had in years, and it made him quiver with pleasure from head to toe. He was amazed that he actually relieved himself with pleasure as his own bodily fluids slid into her. This time he relaxed his body, which had been in a state of arousal and tension, just as he had let her relax a few minutes earlier. Beneath him, Cassandra pushed her hips against his, trying to hunt down the second descent of pleasure, a fervent desire that made his fingers and toes spasm, while for the moment he was limp against her, all but oblivious to what he was doing after his orgasm had receded.

She didn’t mind when his body sank, she just lay there enjoying being pressed against the man’s flesh.

When the Baron finally regained his senses he was surprised to find that he was still on top of the woman, he quickly rolled off of her and turned around, trying to clear his head, “Next time you will learn to share your pleasure.” He said.

His breathing was calm again.

Cassandra heard the words, but didn’t fully understand what they meant. “Share?” She asked.

“Of course. You’re naturally lustful, my sweet child. It is selfish in the extreme to deny others the opportunity to take pleasure from it. Also, we need to develop your self-control. You did well today. But you will still be punished if you do anything wrong again in the future.”

All Cassandra really heard were the words “my darling” and she couldn’t care less.

This love was more than enough for her. Those were the words she had heard him say to Katia, and it was the first time she had heard him say them to her during their soul-crushing sex games this evening. She was fairly certain there was special meaning in those words, which amounted to a certainty that she might also create a special relationship with him. She would have to learn to become his exclusive favorite because he loved to use aphrodisiacs, and she knew she couldn’t possibly get that pleasure from another man. She also knew that Katia must have felt the same way, and there couldn’t possibly be room for two women in his life.

“Why do you have to make your kids use the washroom the required number of times?” She asked sleepily. The change of subject made him pause.

“They must be able to control their bodies; if I lead them to the theater or ballet, I don’t want her fidgeting and spinning all over the place and asking me to lead them to the lavatory. Their bladder and anus must be controlled as early as possible.

It’s a matter of training.”

“Then I don’t think I can train them to meet that requirement anytime soon. Suppose you let them drink a little more?”

The Baron remembered Abigail and smiled slightly at her, “Wouldn’t that, my dear Cassandra, be an intolerable challenge, which in turn might have exciting effects, as you will have the opportunity to discover in the future.

“He turned his face toward her and pressed his hand hard against her stomach, “What do you think of this part today? Can you get excited twice, like twice in a row? You’ll find you can ride on instinct and have hysterical fits, Cassandra, teaching you to make love has been one of the greatest pleasures of my life so far.”

Cassandra shivered and sat up, she didn’t know that she could identify anything more intense than what she felt tonight.

He saw the cloud of doubt in her eyes, “We’ve only made a beginning, my dear, and there’s a long road of its pleasures before us-don’t you want to spend time with my daughters?”

Cassandra looked into his deep green eyes and felt her blood rushing through her veins once again. “Yes, I would like to spend time with your daughter.” She said calmly. He climbed out of bed and left her, watching her sit naked, her entire torso still glowing after her sexual fulfillment, and he appreciated her self-control.

“I am not mistaken,” he murmured approvingly, “you are an invaluable asset to our family. Good night. Cassandra, if you are hungry, dinner can be brought to your room. We will dine outside the house at some other time.”

Sitting alone in the middle of the bed, Cassandra felt the Baron’s semen sliding out from between her legs, and it took her a moment to realize what had just happened here, and she was no longer willing to leave him. In only two visits she had learned more about herself, once upon a time she would not have believed any of this was possible. Though she realized that the longer she stayed here, the more and more unacceptable truths she might find to face. But she didn’t care, she was eager to learn everything he had taught her, and as a child she had a strict upbringing. The Baron was the kind of man she truly needed, who could fulfill her, and she could never be away from him again.