Cassandra’s Purgatory (2)

Chapter V

It was not yet six o’clock, and the Baron stood quietly in a corner of Cassandra’s bedroom, watching her sleep. Her long dark hair fell over the pillow, and her bladder rested gracefully on the coverlet. His pulse quickened, and he took a step across to the bed, glancing hastily at the small red light glimmering faintly on the window  track. He knew Katya was watching. She could observe very well from there. He only wished he could stay in his room all day like her. But either way, it was nice to wait until late at night and be able to see Cassandra in the next act of her sex game. He knew he was too greedy for the pleasures she brought.

He went to scrape her cheek with his hand and Cassandra stirred slightly and grunted twice to herself. “Cassandra, wake up.” He whispered urgently into her ear. She reluctantly opened her eyes and he knew exactly how tired she should be after that scene in the pool. He shook her shoulder, “Come on, wake up!”

Struggling to brush away the thick sleep, Cassandra struggled to open her eyes and owed it to her, “Why, what’s wrong with the children?”

“The kids are fine. I have to go out and won’t be back until late. Before I go, I have to let you have one thing.” Cassandra rubbed her eyes in confusion, wondering how he could still be so refreshed and dashingly neat after hours of sex. The thought made her associate everything at once and realize that she was looking down the open collar of her robe. Her breath began to catch.

“What was that?” She asked, unable to think of anything else that Ketia might not have given her in a more emotional time.

Unexpectedly, he lifted the covers off of her with one hand, startling her with a backwards breath. “Lift your robe up to your waist,” he said with further instructions. Still seemingly awake, she automatically lifted her robe at his request anyway. Her hands moved around her waist, lifting the silken robe, and she felt it slip up her slender legs over her stomach, leaving her torso below the waist sprawled out in front of his eyes.

He twisted on the bedside lamp. That way he could look at her more clearly, “Now turn around and lie across the floor with your legs propped up,” he knew that would give the periscope the best angle.

Cassandra’s stomach had twisted with excitement, and the skin between her legs still ached from his draping last night. She couldn’t guarantee that she would be able to endure another flirtation so delayed and so enjoyable.

Without her bothering to guess, he knelt down to the floor between her legs and glanced at his watch; he too was worried about being late for a meeting. He lifted himself up between his legs and she heard a cackling sound, she lifted herself alertly and tried to figure out what he was doing. The Baron spread his hands and she saw that he held two small balls in his palms, held together by a thin band. She tried to keep her legs together but his hand jerked them apart, “Don’t be silly, these balls are called amusement balls and are intended to be used to keep arousing you in my absence.”

“I don’t want a constant sex drive,” she pleaded, “and I have to look after the kids.”

“I want you excited today, spread your legs and keep your mouth shut, and if you insist on giving me trouble, I’ll have Katia come and tweak you when I’m not home, and I don’t think you’re going to like it one bit.”

Cassandra knew full well that Katya would hate to gladly take advantage of this opportunity. She shook her head and lay back down, no longer resisting. In their bedroom, Katia bit her lower lip as Cassandra stopped defying Detroit, annoying her so much that all day she longed to take it out on her.

Again, in Cassandra’s bedroom, the Baron squeezed a little lubricating cream onto his finger and carefully rubbed it onto the opening of Cassandra’s vagina. He knew that with the skin sore, he couldn’t expect to make additional pressure on this area into the night. This cream was cool and slippery and Cassandra felt herself opening up, wanting him to fuck. He waited a few minutes, sliding his fingers gently over the delicate, delicate skin, grinding and dragging for a while, then spread her pussy lips from the side and shoved the two little balls in.

Cassandra couldn’t help but gasp and instinctively tighten her muscles as the cold metal balls slid inside her cunt. “My dear, these two balls will strengthen the muscles of your pelvis.” The Baron said softly, barely releasing her. “These two balls will widen your cervix and that tiny little susceptible bud will bloom.

I’m also going to have you wear some special underwear and tight shorts that will tighten around you as soon as you walk around and give you added pleasure. Sit up and let me see what you manage to dispose of.”

She crossed her legs from the bed and stood in front of him, and as soon as she was up, the robe fell back down, covering everything, and he shushed impatiently, reaching up and pulling off the tie of the neckline as soon as he could, ripping that robe from her.

“Okay, walk in circles around the room, Cassandra.” She did as she was told, feeling the two amusing balls crashing heavily against the opening of her cunt, and she was terrified they would fall off. “Bend over and touch your toes,” he said softly.

She did it again and immediately felt a tug on the skin between her feet, “Okay, finally, sit down on the floor and cross your legs and rock your body back and forth.” Her mouth went dry and her stomach swelled, so she did as he said, and almost immediately a pressure “pushed” through her body and her breath hit her throat.

The Baron saw the fine beads of sweat rising from her upper lip, “Enough, enough, stand up again. Good wow, you’ve experienced the effects, you’ve bent over, you’ve shaken, the effects are extraordinarily noticeable, however on the balls themselves, it’s not enough to turn you on, I don’t expect the greatest satisfaction from having them, that would spoil it for me.”

Cassandra looked at him pleadingly, “I’m standing like this and it seems to me that they are going to fall out, what if they do fall out?” “If they fall you will be punished, but there is no reason to be afraid, you will have to tighten your pelvis to hold them from time to time so that you will feel cozy and not let them fall out. These two balls are very light, and after a while we shall have to put in further weights. A word of warning, when emptying your bladder, be careful not to let them slide down so loosely, it takes a bit of finesse. I’m sure you’ll manage not to tell them to fall out.”

She stood in front of him, her skin pleasured and trembling at the same time. He handed her a pair of tight pants and skirts, which were tightly wrapped around her, and the amusement balls from which they worked to stir up her arousal made her feel that the opening of her vagina was already wet.

The Baron knew full well how agitated her flesh would be this whole day. He had anticipated her body’s reaction. Her sobbing red face and swollen breasts had secretly pleased him, and now he could imagine her orgasmic desires coming and going throughout the day, constantly rising and failing to satisfy the desires of her newly enlightened flesh.

“Enjoy your day, my dear. He said thoughtfully, and having said so, walked out. Poor Cassandra stayed behind, trembling, realizing there was no way she could get back to sleep, but still had to try to deflect the lust that burned inside her.

At seven o’clock she went into the children’s room to tend to them. In her mind she had thought they had planned to spend the day calmly. They could have a play area on the lawn with a climbing frame, a sliding ladder, and a swing to pass the morning, and in the afternoon she arranged for Peter to drive them to the store so the children could have a milkshake and pick out a birthday present for their grandmother in Austria. Next week the old lady turned seventy.

Everything was stirred up by what she saw when she walked into the children’s bedroom. Krystyna’s bed coverings were removed. She was sitting on the table by the window in her morning robe playing with her dolls. Helena sat up in bed, her eyes glowing with excitement.

“Krystina wet the bed!” She told Cassandra happily, “Daddy got really mad and Luz had to stay in her room all day.”

“Most two year olds wet the bed.” Cassandra said again to corroborate. But neither Helena nor Krystina seemed to care about this little matter. “Luz made her drink more water and that was her fault,” Helena explained, “Dad said Luz she was trained after all and she should know better, and she cried and cried and cried and cried uncontrollably, but he got very angry with her.”

“Were you the one who asked her for more water?” Cassandra inter Krystina.

Krystyna lifted her face, “Mommy gave me Dodo to drink,” she said with a bowed smile, “and Mommy kissed me Dodo.”

Helena’s eyes were fixed on Cassandra as she said, “Would you let her drink more?” She asked, calling for a hard answer.

“If she drinks, I might.”

“Then you’ll be confined to your room all day, too, and can’t fish for a ride, will you?”

“Riding?” Cassandra sat down on the edge of Helena’s bed, feeling the smooth, slick balls of amusement sliding inside her, stretching her womb and tugging at the nerves around her clitoris. She tensed her internal muscles and to her surprise a sudden burst of pleasure rose to the center of her belly, flickering up and down at the edge of her tiny arousal.

She folded her knees together and tried to fight off the feeling.

“Yes, riding,” Helena added, “Papa said that Krystyna and I could ride our ponies today, and has a horse for you, too. Peter was there to protect us from falling off, and he thought you would like to ride.”

The baron’s almost demonic cruelty had torn her heart to pieces, and he must have known exactly what horseback riding would do to her body. He’d made it clear to her: the certainty of not reaching an orgasm to dampen her arousal was unbearable, and for a while all she wanted to do was cry.

“Isn’t this fun?” Helena pursued stubbornly.

“Yes,” Cassandra replied aloud, “It’s been so much fun, I can’t wait. Now we’re so hungry wow, we don’t want to be late with breakfast.”

“It doesn’t matter today, Luz won’t snitch because she had to stay in her house. I think I’ll wear my work clothes.”

“I can’t be sure you’ll be able to wear them now, if we go riding in the afternoon then you’ll have to go shopping for Grandma’s birthday present in the morning, and your dads don’t want you going to the store in your work clothes.”

“We’re not going to the store this morning, we’re going to Imji’s house, she’s a friend of mine and her mom is friends with our mom. Dad told us to go to her house this morning, at her house we can wear denim clothes and play in the yard all the time, denim clothes are sturdy and wearable.”

Cassandra knew that Helena didn’t realize that a rearrangement had been made during the day because her father had other plans, and Cassandra was put in possibly the worst possible position. At precisely the same moment, she found herself bordering on hating the four-year-old’s sophistication, complete with her father’s look of absolute confidence.

“Your father must have gone to a lot of trouble for you all today,” she said, and Helena’s keen ears immediately picked up the sneer in the words.

“I’m going to tell him what you said.” She vocalized, as she was putting on her dark colored work clothes. “I sued Abigail.”

“It would surprise me that he would listen to you; lying is not a pretty thing for a young lady.”

“Oh, I got punished too, but it was worth it because she got punished too. I sued her and made her cry wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah. We both hate Abigail, not as much as we hate Katya, but close.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cassandra said. She was shocked by the strong emotional overtones in the little girl’s tone, “Hate is a very heavy word.”

“I get it, I get it, mom said it was wrong to hate anyone, but look what happened to her. I can hate me if I want to, that’s just the way dad is.”

“Yes, it’s different with men, besides he’s a grown man, come on, come on, Krystina, throw the doll aside and be a good girl.”

Krystina did as she was told. “Mommy’s been killed,” she said in a sweet voice, and that’s when she sat down on the uncovered bed and stuck out one foot for Cassandra to put her socks on.

Hearing this, Cassandra was taken aback and couldn’t help but stop her hand in mid-stride, “She wasn’t killed, she’s dead.”

“Come on, hurry up.” Helena exclaimed, “I’m going to have breakfast.”

As soon as breakfast was over, a driver who was a new face to Cassandra darted the children off to their friend’s house all at once, and within a few minutes Katia walked in, this morning wearing material-printed bell-bottoms that were tight at the top and loose at the bottom, and a bright-yellow, waist-slimming, collarless pullover over the top, which made her ample breasts stand out all the more.

“I’m afraid Luz is suffering.” She said in a sweet tone to Cassandra, “With one person absent, there is chaos, but Dieter insisted on it, and do you think you could remake Krystyna’s bed? I know that’s out of your hands, but…”

“Sure, no problem,” Cassandra agreed immediately.

“That’s nice, when you’ve made the bed we’ll take some food and drink to Luz, I hate to think of her lying alone in her room without even a glass of water.”

Cassandra was straight up amazed that Katya had normal human emotions, but she liked Luz and didn’t think any deeper than that, nodding her head in agreement : “That’s a good thing. I’m also sure the Baron didn’t mean to forbid her to eat or drink.”

“Is that really what you think? It’s weird.”

It wasn’t until Cassandra made Krystyna’s bed with clean sheets that it became clear how many times she had to bend and stretch for this job. Each time she bent, the two amusing balls slid inside her, amusing her nerves, causing her lower belly to vibrate and tense; the compression exerted by her tight pantyhose skirt becoming more pronounced. Even at the height of her sexual arousal, she was never able to reach the extreme pleasure of an orgasm arriving and then releasing. Until the bed was made, Cassandra had been almost snotty with difficulty.

From Cassandra’s trembling hands and tear-filled eyes, Katya understood how marvelously those two balls had secretly worked. She smiled sweetly at her and handed him a tray with a large jug of iced water and large-mouthed carved glass. “Here, take it to poor Luz, Peter, do you have the key?”

Peter, dressed in a close-fitting twill workman’s uniform with open arms, followed Caitia without a word. In his hand was a small key: “Yes, ma’am.”

“Great, then let’s go. She’ll hate being happy to see us.”

Cassandra felt that Katya was being overzealous with Luz. The house was, after all, large and comfortable, or at least it was the equivalent of a day’s vacation for Luz, but they climbed up to the top floor, which was much darker than where this Cassandra was staying, and Peter unlocked the door with a key, and they stepped into the dimly lit room, where Cassandra was beginning to feel even more jumpy, and where Katia’s agitation was worrying.

Closing the door, the house was isolated again. At first it was difficult to make out the outline of the bed, and gradually as Cassandra’s eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room. At last she could make out a long, narrow, high bed with iron bedposts under the window, and the person on all fours, face down, was Luz.

“Guess what we brought you, Luz?” Katya said, lowering her voice and toning that down to a thin whisper, “We brought you something to drink.”

Cassandra walked around the uncarpeted floor, the house was no match for hers, which was spacious, luxurious and cozy. Cassandra walked over and placed the tray carefully at the foot of her bed. A ray of light filtered through the crack in the thick wooden door, and with a yelp, Cassandra realized that not only was Luz naked, but that her wrists and ankles had been bound with handkerchiefs to the four bedposts, and tied at the waist under a thick leather strap that pinched her flesh mercilessly, and which was fastened to a small rounded tip on the side of the bedside cabinet. .

The young maid’s ass was pinched and prostrated by the belt. Peter finally turned on a dim light that hung high from the ceiling, the shadows being sucked up by the ceiling.

Cassandra got a good look at a small hard velvet chair cushion pressed under Luz’s belly, and Luz looked at Cassandra with unaccountable eyes, “I don’t want any water,” she said breathlessly, “please don’t ask her to give me any.”

“Come now, Luz, we’ve come to see you kindly,” said Ketia, her voice sweet.

She quickly moved over toward the bed and scowled down at the tightly roped female prisoner, “Here, let’s see how you are doing, shall we?” She added. Cassandra looked aside as the woman probed a slender hand to touch Luz’s abdomen, her hand plunging hard between the cushion and the maid’s huddled flesh, her fingers pressing deep into the soft belly above her pubic bone.

Luz let out an agonized cry of pain, but she couldn’t avoid it because the belt was squeezing her so hard that she couldn’t move at all.

“How bloated you should be,” murmured Ketia, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. She twisted Luz’s hair in one hand, “Here, drink the water, do as I say or the Lord will be angry,” Cassandra put the straw in the glass, poor Luz couldn’t lift her head, “Suck, take a big gulp, suck up the glass.”

At first the little maid refused, her eyes clouded by the pain. She just held the straw in her teeth and refused to swallow, but then Peter went to the other end of the house, he went to one of Luz’s morning wash basins, turned on a water cocksucker, and the sound of the water falling and flowing was like an electric shock that made the maid start sucking, and she sucked desperately, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked so fast she was almost dry. Katya also grabbed her by the hair, causing her neck to stiffen and tilt back, and they could both see the water being sucked in going all the way down to her already full bladder until the glass of water was finished and Peter turned off the faucet. Only then did the torturous sounds stop.

“She’s going to have to be taught a lesson,” Katya explained to a dumbfounded Cassandra, “because she made Krystina wet the bed, she’s going to have to be denied a bowel movement for a day, and the leash keeps her bladder pressed against the chair cushion so that she can’t find respite from calling for her to be uncomfortable all the time. Every time she drank water, her abdominal pressure increased, and she knew it well. By late afternoon, getting her to drink would be even more difficult. But we had to try. Until then it’s been Peter who’s been giving her water to drink.”

“That’s wicked.” Cassandra said, all uncomfortable, “It’s not Krystina’s fault she wet her bed, all children do, and how could you…”

“She’s got to learn to restrain herself so she can restrain others. You remember what Detective told you! Anyway, there are unspeakable pleasures to be gained from it. Luz knows, and I’m sure she’ll remember Abigail. Don’t you, dear?” The slender hand was once again tucked under the bound torso for a good long while, and Ketia let it rest, to pressurize, to embody the magnitude of the torture that had been inflicted on that condemned maid’s distended belly.

Luz screamed and pleaded to loosen the straps of her reverence. Cassandra knew that looking at the frantic, helpless girl was making her close to passing out from the excitement as well. Especially at the sight of those tightly bound legs, trembling as they tried to raise their bodies a little, the taut muscles at the back of their thighs quivering like bowstrings.

Cassandra’s own muscles tensed as the amusing balls squirmed and rolled together inside again making a slight pitter pattering sound, causing Katya to sweep her sharply, and the corners of her delicate mouth to ripple into a relieved smile, “See, I told you, right, it’s moving phew, isn’t it? You can experience it now, can’t you?” She said cheerfully.

Cassandra was nearly agitated by the pressure of the orb inside her vagina, and seeing the female prisoner before her eyes, she felt like a small snake in her own stomach, twisting and slithering inside her, moving the telltale pain from one side of her abdomen to the other.

“Touch her,” Ketia urged her, “feel what Luz feels like, feel how nervous she is ah, she’s already aroused. The wetness on the chair cushion is from her love juices, see for yourself.”

Cassandra hesitated. She saw the amusement in Katya’s eyes and knew the sorrow in the other woman’s heart. Ignoring the pleading gaze of poor Luz, she gently took her hand and probed beneath the maid. Luz’s flesh jumped and twisted Cassandra’s middle finger. The middle finger happened to be tweaking the maid’s swollen clit, which was squeezed by the pad.

Luz yelled instinctively.

“No, no, please don’t move there, I can’t stay up if you do.”

Katya’s eyes were blue with anger, but she couldn’t do anything, there was a camera following her. Her irritation could only be vented on the unfortunate Luz, so she poured in another half jug of water. She told Peter to dunk the maid before he left, then gave Cassandra a sign to follow her out of the room. The maid’s wild cries came from the rear as Peter carried out his orders.

Cassandra had trouble exorcising Luz’s shadow from her mind; she had never touched another woman so closely before, and the memory of her fingers smeared on the unfortunate maid’s protruding wet clit, and the exuberant hot reaction to touching that unseen spot, gave her the strangest sensation that was at once both intense and pleasurable. Each time she never forgot the two amusing balls that pressed against the sides of her spread cunt-neck, making it difficult for her to breathe, once her own subcutaneous muscles tensed.

Cassandra was able to make a sub-sinning trip to the hand room just before she and the little girls went for their afternoon ride. She couldn’t delay releasing her own bladder any longer. As soon as she sat down on the potty, the two balls rolled forward into one piece and reached the vestibule of her vagina, setting off a rush of pleasure that went straight upwards, making it almost impossible to relax her muscles to urinate, and she sat there, seemingly all but breathing slowly with her mouth open, until the rush in her vaginal area diminished a little and she was finally able to alleviate the vague ache that had been growing throughout the morning. As she felt her pee spurting out of her, she thought of Luz. Suddenly one day the Baron might punish her in a similar way, and shivers ran down her spine.

As she headed toward the small ranch with the excited ladies, she realized that Peter was staring at her dead in the face, and all she could think was horrible, that he too knew that the Baron had placed wickedly entertaining balls in her cunt, but, quickly, she dismissed the thought. “How is Luz?” She asked calmly.

Peter glanced back to see if Katya was anywhere near. “She’s almost on the verge of going crazy. I just dosed her with some coffee, she knows that stuff is more stimulating, and getting her to swallow it took more of my nine-tenths of a second.”

“How much longer does she have to stay like that?”

“It’s not too long, ride through and we’ll go let her go.”

Cassandra took a deep breath, her mouth dry, and realized she was embarrassed that she wanted to be there to see Luz released, though she didn’t really know why she wanted to go.

Helena and Krystyna were obviously very good at riding, although Peter walked in front of Krystyna’s pony pulling the horse tightly , she really seemed to be safer in the saddle than Helena. Helena was lolling around in the saddle, going for the bridle head from time to time to keep from falling off.

Cassandra’s horse was a light corn color, with kind, quiet eyes and a calm demeanor. But as soon as she stepped into the saddle and the horse began to take off, the amatory ball weighed heavily upon her, so that she almost fell out of the saddle. It was only because of the thought of having Peter watching her that she sat dead in the saddle, and her taut, and somewhat aroused, flesh pressed hard against the leather saddle, bumping and bumping and rising and falling as the horse jogged around the pasture.

Cassandra’s cunt was gradually getting wet and open and she couldn’t contain her excitement no matter how hard she tried. The horse kept bouncing in and out of motion as the amusement balls pressed her outer labia against the tight skirt of her pants. The balls slid back and forth across her urethra and vaginal opening.

Those two balls were soon soaked with mucus from the arousal inside her, and she felt every centimeter of flesh between her thighs swell.

She didn’t know exactly how her face was changing, but Peter could see the slightest change in her: her pale cheeks flushed, her neck throbbed, her legs clenched hesitantly against the side of the horse, and her breasts shrugged and shifted with the horse’s movement in the snugly fitted pullover, in the midst of the baron’s grueling exercise in teasing. She was so aroused that the manservant could clearly see her protruding nipples through the sweat-soaked, translucent material.

Soon, Cassandra noticed a change in her body as many kinds of arousal began to merge into one. The snake that coiled around her swollen belly slowly began to move. She realized with horror that if she didn’t hurry to steady herself, she might reach orgasm, and no doubt the Baron, with her less than skillful technique, could know that he would have to punish her for it. The situation with Luz was so clear in her mind. She couldn’t afford to end up in this position, and she gave the horse a sharp tug , stopping it violently.

As the movement ceased and the snake settled, her abnormally aroused flesh had a brief rest and her misplaced nerves gradually stabilized. Ignoring Peter’s look of amazement and the shouts of the children, Cassandra sat firmly on her horse, only waiting until the movement wasn’t too much of a hindrance, then slowly dismounting from the horse. As she crossed the pasture, she came across Katya walking towards her.

“How clever you are,” said Ketia, who had been watching her for some time through the narrow interstices of the fence, and knew that she was desperately trying to repress herself. “I myself was so balked at being allowed to come and punish you, well, I’ll get my chance next time. Now I think it’s time for the children to go and have their refreshments, and we shall go and put out Luz. I think you’ll like it.”

Cassandra shivered with difficulty, but she felt a great sense of pride that she had managed to deflate another woman’s expectations.

As soon as the children had gone to the nursery for refreshments, she stepped up another flight of stairs to meet Katya and Peter on the top staircase.

The three of them walked into the still dimly lit room, Luz buried in her pillows, whimpering breathlessly to herself, and stopped when she heard the door open, “Turn on the faucet,” Katya said, and Peter tamely complied. Luz buried her face deep in the bed. Cassandra approached to see the girl yawning up so laboriously to avoid the chair cushion, the straps tied behind her back sinking deep into her soft flesh.

“It’s almost over, Luz,” Cassandra told her, but Luz just lifted her head and gave Cassandra a silent look, and tears fell down her face.

Caitia laughed even louder when she saw them like that, “Tears, how wonderful wow! Poor, poor Luz, didn’t you always say it felt good? Then there’s something wrong.”

“Yes, it’s great!” Luz immediately interjected.

“I’ll have to figure it out myself!” Katya said. She squatted down between the girl’s parted legs and shrewdly used the fingers of one hand first to smear the maid’s two plump ass-cheeks bit by bit, then slid the palm of her hand down from her uppermost abdomen, her fingers pressing into Luz’s soon-to-be-bloated belly.

Luz yelped and stomped her legs to break free, even as the bedposts binding her ankles cackled, but the restraints were too tight to break free.

“Yes, it’s dry,” Katya said, clearly pleased with it, “Come on, Luz, think how lucky you are, in a moment you’ll be untied, you’ll be able to empty your bladder, you’ll be able to feel that hot liquid flowing freely, how soothing, Luz, how wonderful it will be, and we’ll see the look of relief on your face as you take it all in. We’ll be here to see how you take this moment, we’ll see the look of relief on your face, we’ll see your swollen urethra unburdened. I hope it makes a sound like the water you hear flowing into the box now, yes?”

She kept talking, her fingers inwardly tracing the maid’s lower abdomen, gouging into her pubic bone and pulling down so that the overfilled bladder pressed against her hand, “How much longer can you wait, Luz? Five minutes? Fifteen minutes?” “I can’t wait, I can’t.” The girl exclaimed, her eyes “bristling” with tears. “Please turn off the faucet, oh God, help me!”

“Yet two more minutes, Luz, two more minutes and I will make you happy, that’s it, okay?”

“No!” Luz screamed shrilly, but Katya just smiled and looked at Cassandra, whose face burned and whose flesh trembled almost as much as the unfortunate maid’s. She watched as Katya used her hands to part both of Luz’s ass cheeks. Then again, she inserted one little finger into the urinary opening and very slightly wiped it back and forth, while her other hand went down to tweak the clitoris that had been pressed against the velvet chair cushion all day, and the bud of flesh shuddered and shook with Katia’s touch.

Ketia paused for a moment with both hands, and Luz wrenched her head up thinking that she was released, only to realize that those shrewd, skilled fingers were moving again. The clitoris was teased again, while Luz’s tight anus opened and closed with excitement, just as Katia had predicted she was going to have. Luz lost consciousness.

Cassandra’s mouth was dry as she watched from the side, the little woman’s body was suffering from sexual urges that were too violent to be remotely pleasurable. The tight straps were preventing her from enjoying her orgasm and increasing the pressure on her bladder. Like Abigail before her, after a long day of suffering, she was unable to control her bladder. Her urine leaked out of her body like a flood, and a river of flowing urine spread over the mattress, which had caused her so much physical pain throughout the day. The river of urine soaked the mattress again. She lay there whimpering, the intense pleasure mixed with the bitterness of her suffering.

“Turn her over,” Katya said loudly and gruffly. Cassandra took a step back. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She thought she should run away, escape the mansion, where such things probably happened every day, but she couldn’t move a step because her breasts were swollen, lust was wrapped around her, and she also knew that she was no different than the other two people present.

Peter quickly undid the strapping belt and turned the humbled and humiliated woman over on her back, face up.

She lay there without a word, her legs still splayed, her body limp after a devastating outburst, the kind of outburst that was literally tearing her apart.

“You didn’t make it, and for that you’ll have to be whipped.” Ketia said with enthusiasm. Luz sighed deeply, but made no attempt to move a muscle on the bed, and Peter handed the Baroness a tiny nine-section leather whip, which Katia braced herself to lash down at the little woman’s bare, uncovered breasts, and Cassandra saw the whip, going down into that flesh, and her own breasts suddenly constricted, and she couldn’t help but draw in a a mouthful of cool air.

Caitia kept whipping Luz, breasts, stomach, inner thighs, until she finally dropped the whip and crouched down towards the unfortunate woman, “There, that’s all the enjoyment you’re going to get, my sweet little Luz.” She whispered quietly in her ear, and to Cassandra’s surprise, a smile appeared on Luz’s lips. Kaytia lowered her head and let her blonde curls caress Luz’s pussy, her head bobbing back and forth until Luz began to moan and lift the area she was stroking towards her. Katya wrenched her thighs apart and slipped her tongue into Luz’s pussy, licking it around in fast, rhythmic strokes, and within seconds, the maid’s body stirred again, and another rush came, this time her body was free to arch and writhe, and with a shrill cry of pleasure she forgot all about the torment she’d suffered earlier.

“There, there,” Katya said with satisfaction, closing the maid’s pussy lips with her delicate hand and whispering delicately, “Is that good?”

“Good, so good!” Luz said eagerly.

“Want to do it again? Let Peter do it this time?” Luz nodded sheepishly. As Peter began to undress and come toward the bed, Cassandra turned and fled. She had seen enough. Inside her  lay unfulfilled desire. The dark, evil pleasure only seemed to increase her need for relief. Not only did she want to be released quickly: she wanted to be teased by the Baron, and he had to be the one to play with her. She couldn’t imagine lying there like Luz, unused and pathetic, at the mercy of Katya and Peter. There could be no fulfillment without the baron. With him there could be as much pleasure as she wanted, or so she thought, for in truth she could not yet understand how the likes of Dieter von Schwarzenegger could be so happy. Von Ritter. What a man like Dieter von Ritter meant to her.

Chapter VI

The Baron watched the screen closely, his eyes glaring at Cassandra, seeing that the moment Peter was ready to fuck Luz, she suddenly turned and jumped out of the way. “Look, she got away.” Katya had a triumphant look on her face.

“Yeah.”

“I admit I thought she would stay, but she eventually lost control.”

“She’s coming down to see you later.” The baronet hit the nail on the head, “I wonder why it was Peter who startled her away.”

Katya shrugged, the movie didn’t harass her, it just gave the results of the game : Cassandra finally made a mistake.

“Has she touched her own? That would be better!” He asked listlessly. Though he was asking casually without thinking, his eyes were glowing green, showing his interest in the question.

“No, we’ve been watching her, following her with our cameras, and she’s been stupid once or twice, but ultimately hasn’t moved.” Katya had to admit.

“How well restrained! Now she must be as hard as a cat’s scratch,” he said with satisfaction; “where is she?”

“Wait in her house, I told her you were going to see her as soon as you got back.”

He looked at his watch, “It’s midnight; the amusing ball has been in there for eighteen hours; she’s still riding, and seeing the agony and ecstasy that Luz has endured, she must be dying to have us. Come on, it’s time. Take Peter and wait outside until I call you.”

“I thought she’d never make another mistake,” Katya admitted, reaching out to pat the part of his baggy pants that had fluffed out. He was looking in the mirror, scrutinizing his appearance.

“Mistake, who says she made a mistake, maybe I don’t want her to stay there and watch Peter yet.”

“It’s a lesson in sex education for her,” Katia pleaded.

“No, this is a lesson for me!” The Baron corrected her, “Remember, the rules of the game are different this time, I’m looking for another winner, and it seems you’re on to something, that wouldn’t be fair to Cassandra, we’ve been with each other for a long time after all.” He smiled meekly at her, but she wasn’t moved by it. There was nothing particularly meaningful about Diété’s smile or his moving words, or his occasional warmth. The real Dieter was unfathomable to her, or to any woman for that matter. It was difficult to discover him, but that didn’t mean that he had to be abandoned. She was trying to figure out what man was the other winner he expected.

Cassandra was lying on her back, wearing only a bathrobe, when the Baron walked into her room and, to her surprise, she sat up quickly. Her still innocent eyes looked at him quizzically.

“Sit down, sit down, how about it, like that gadget?” He sat down close to her, opened her bathrobe, and reached down to touch her slightly trembling flesh.

“It’s something that I, almost unbearably,” she confessed truthfully, “I’ve always wanted to…”

“Relax…”

“No! I mean, yes, but not in the usual sense of relaxation, I want to…”

“Tell me,” he urged her, and suddenly he bent down to kiss her lightly on the lips.

“I want your hand on that spot.” She confessed again, her face flying red.

“My hand? Good! That’s quite a mouthful! But tonight I think we’ll have to let someone else’s hands play with you.

I told you that you’re part of this family, that the family doesn’t have to be divided between you and me, and no matter how much I want you, I still have to let them share you one at a time.”

He could see the pain and displeasure in her eyes. How deeply he had hurt her feelings, but she didn’t resist, she just continued to stare at him as if she wanted to find some kind of answer in his eyes.

“First, I’ll remove your amusement balls,” he convinced her again, “I think those two have tormented you long enough. Here, spread your legs, my baby,” he let her loose as soon as he said that.

She lay back down again, spreading her legs so that he could use one finger to hook the connecting ring and pull it outward. She pulled slowly and steadily so that she felt the two balls move from the inside out, past her hot, wet cunt, and as they moved, her arousal rose again, and she waited patiently for him to remove them quickly so that she wouldn’t have to show her good side and lose her face at the last minute.

The Baron watched carefully, seeing her nervousness. The way she opened her lips to steady her breathing really pleased him.

A second ball popped out, coated in the milky goo she was secreting. He brought the ball to his mouth and sucked on it greedily, thrilled by the aura of her body. He couldn’t believe it was possible to be so interested in a woman after all the women he’d played with.

“So, well, that’s it for today,” he said as he gently pressed her swollen breasts before retracting his hand in a hard line. It was up to the other two to tease her tonight, while he simply guided and watched from the sidelines.

He coughed and immediately Katya and Peter walked in. Cassandra sat up straight and watched them walk towards her. Peter was already naked, his cock slightly cocked and in a semi-aroused state. The Baron could guess that Katya had already given him the benefit of the doubt outside the door, and Peter knew that this was not the time for him to get aroused, and he didn’t dare look his master in the eye.

“Turn over, lids down,” the Baron instructed Cassandra in a smooth tone. She could be nervous, thinking of Luz, she didn’t understand what would be done to her, only that she was too fragile, too easily hurt. “Come on,” there was no more warmth in his voice, she just had to do it, “Okay, that’s it, prostrate your buttocks and let me put a pillow underneath, great.”

The three present looked down at Cassandra’s taut, prostrate ass. Peter had a quick erection and the Baron looked at him cheerfully, “Where did your self control go?” He asked huffily, giving Katya a wink.

Caitia stepped forward and pinched Peter’s testicles so hard and painfully that he quickly shriveled up and the Baron laughed out loud.

“Here, here’s some teju, I want you to put teju in her anus.”

Cassandra turned her head to look at the Baron, “What’s a teju wow?” She asked nervously. He held up a pole covered in plastic beads, “Look, they’re going to be smaller than amusement balls,” she sighed again in relief, and Kaitia almost laughed at Cassandra’s ignorance.

“I think we should tie up her legs,” Katya said, “she’ll struggle.”

The Baron leisurely rested a hand behind her left leg, “I don’t think that’s necessary, she’ll have to wiggle her foot to match, you won’t give us any trouble, Cassandra?”

Cassandra’s overly impulsive body was so eager to enjoy the silky feel of the pillows behind her that she didn’t bother to listen to what they had to say, “No, of course, it won’t,” she replied in an unspoken voice, hoping that whatever they were about to do next would finally acquit her of the ordeal she had endured today.

Peter opened the lid of a jar of Vaseline ointment to get all ten of his fingers in, the Baron studied Cassandra’s position for a moment, “I think we might have to have you lie on your side with a pillow under your waist, turn around, please!” She did as he said, and again felt him take a hand and push on her leg, “Curl up, knees against your chest, and hold on with your arms.” Shrinking the woman almost into a ball, “Good, great.”

She scrunched up both legs as the sexual excitement that had been curling up inside her for so long began to show its head, “Peter is about to poke the bead stick into you,” the Baron said in a steady voice, “I’m going to be standing in front of you and you’re going to have to keep your eyes open all the time and watch me, do you understand?” “Understood,” she replied in a low voice, in reality she didn’t understand a thing until Peter’s Vaseline-soaked fingers began to tickle her anus and she really did understand, she immediately panted and resisted.

“Don’t move,” the Baron murmured, “trust me, this will be enjoyable for you again, after having had the pleasure of entertaining the balls, you’ll have to enjoy enjoying the beads, a different and more complete orgasm will quell the torment you’ve been enduring for me, don’t move. “

She obeyed as best she could, but Peter’s fingers were mush and the skin around her anus refused to accommodate. No one had touched that area yet.

She thought with dread of that future pain.

“Cassandra, that won’t be good enough for you,” said the Baron, who was evidently a little impatient to let him proceed, “go down! Or we shall have to wait here.”

“Please, please don’t which!” She said.

A cloud of displeasure rose in his eyes as he looked at her as if he hadn’t known her before. “And how did your exams go? Come on, don’t be a child, I’m already doing my best to reward you. All you have to do is whimper, and if you can’t keep quiet, Katia will tie you up like a chicken, and I’ll be off.”

“No wow!”

He nodded in satisfaction. She knew she needed him, and it was working. Slowly, Peter’s finger traced a circle around her anal opening until her pelvis adjusted to the sensation, yet he pushed the beaded rod part way in again, and a cramping sensation arose in her lower abdomen, a fear of farting in front of him, a sensation so great it was all due to the pressure of that finger.

Though her body gradually adapted, her fingers retracted and repeated the process again, this time causing her eyes to fill with tears and she barely cried out.

“Look at me!” The Baron reminded, as he saw the tears of excitement in her eyes, only a wave of pride was forcing her to hold back.

“Is she happy about it?” He asked Peter again. Peter nodded, the bead stick in his hand, and slowly tried to poke it in, twisting it to go in one compartment.

“No wow, I need to go take a leak, I’m just not holding it well.” Cassandra said panting.

The Baron waved his hand and touched Ketia’s leaping, bulging breasts. “Of course, you have to, the pleasure is going to start in a few moments, relax and let the bead stick point in easily.”

She couldn’t relax, the bead stick was already in. Peter began to turn the bead stick slowly and methodically, and her flesh began to tense as arousal spread throughout her body. The Baron knew how sensitive the walls of her womb would be. Peter held the bead stick slightly, pushing and pulling back and forth like a saw. Cassandra’s eyes rounded in surprise as the pleasure came unannounced, so intense that all the pain disappeared.

As soon as the bead stick was in, the Baron had Cassandra roll over onto her back and curl up so that Peter could push, pull, and rotate the bead stick behind her, and then later, Cassandra was ordered to lower her upper body and arch her ass as Katia dove headfirst underneath her. Ketia lay on her back and went to touch Cassandra’s labia, which were deep in a thick bush of dark pubic hair.

The Baron moved to the head of the bed and could still observe Cassandra’s face. Her eyes were fixed on him. Ketia’s deft hand parted Cassandra’s vulva, the flesh already wet, showing what a marvelous teasing effect the beaded rod had had. Caitia’s little fingers twirled around, rubbing and caressing the opening of Cassandra’s cunt, then reaching down to suck the goo from her clit, which was especially prominent at the moment, having been wedged in the tight pantaloon skirt the Baron had put her in all day.

As soon as Katya’s fingers touched her clit, Cassandra spasmed with pleasure, and Peter turned the beaded rod quickly, making it twist and turn, causing her to become aroused. Cassandra opened her mouth and moaned, feeling a snake wriggling rapidly inside her. Her swollen, drum-like belly was like an over-ripe melon about to split.

“Not yet.” The Baron said calmly.

Cassandra groaned as she felt she couldn’t control it any longer, it was too much of a call for excitement, too much to contain.

She’d already exceeded her limit of patience and now he was telling her it wasn’t time and he wanted her to wait. Beneath her Katya looked upwards at her iron-barrel stomach, her wildly bouncing muscles, and knew Cassandra couldn’t hold back any longer. She darted out her other hand and inserted a small oscillator into Cassandra’s throbbing uterine opening.

It was a completely unexpected move, the oscillator twisting in her cunt and the rotating bead stick in her rectum. Cassandra was nearly out of her mind as she stared intently at the Baron, the snake swimming around her in waves of joy. “Wait a little longer.” He ordered her, and she did her best to hold down her excitement, but it didn’t help at all.

The Baron, finally looking at her pitifully, stepped forward so that her arms embraced him while he took both of her large, swollen, tantalizing, but never fondled tits in his hands and held them tightly, pinching the nipples between his fingers until she involuntarily screamed out in a shrill voice. It was both pleasurable and painful at the same time, great and extreme stimulation rocking her whole body from head to toe, making her enjoy yet another incredible thrill.

Finally, with a cry of impatience, she gave in to her body’s demands, and as if a mighty shock had thrown her body into the air, she tumbled violently, and Peter was so busy withdrawing his beaded rod that her anal walls immediately seized up in a ball, and an extreme orgasm rocked her torso. Waves of overwhelming joy split her chest and she heard herself screaming with maddening excitement. After nearly twenty hours of unfulfilled pleasure, it was finally time for relief.

The Baron had let go of Cassandra’s tits, and watching her roll back and forth on the bed, upside down, commissioned him to get such an erection that it hurt. He unbuttoned his pants and let the thing come up uncovered, the glans already purple and glistening with edema. He took three steps to get to Katia and pushed her down onto the bed, laying himself down next to the already-calm Cassandra right next to her, and as soon as he did, he pulled the familiar body up so that she was sheathing his cock, holding her body and pushing it back and forth so that her tits scraped against his chest like a sling for a moment. With each movement, Katya’s flesh pulled tighter. Her pubic bone pressed against the Baron’s thighs, and each time he pounded upward, she hooded downward, tossing her head back and letting out a satisfied grunt.

Once he had ejaculated, the Baron pushed Katya off the bed and she fell to the floor. With his cum still dripping down from his glans, he turned to the listless Cassandra beside him and carefully smeared the last few drops onto her shriveling nipples.

Cassandra throbbed in shock and opened her eyes to see what he was doing. He stared as if she had given him an unanswerable riddle. She smiled at him satisfied her.

Biting his lip thoughtfully, he turned away from the woman and got out of bed. Katya, agitated by his rude push off the bed, was waiting, hopeful, on the floor. He glanced at Peter, whose balls were bursting with a look of impatience. The Baron nodded at him, “Go fuck her, as much as you like, and try to get on from behind, I’ll be watching later.”

Peter collapsed happily onto the carpet and moved his hands to part Katia’s round ass. Cassandra was asleep. How strange! The Baron went to his room, where no woman had ever been.

The next morning, when Cassandra and the children went downstairs for breakfast, the Baron was already there. Normally, unless he was attending a business meeting, he would not be up until toward noon. This morning was special. He was unkempt, and one couldn’t help but think Cassandra was going to wonder what had gotten him up so early. He smiled at the children and kissed them. Although he did greet Cassandra politely, the expression that came out of his eyes was very cold. This disappointed Cassandra and she began to realize that he had been watching her closely, as if searching for something she was hiding.

“The children will go to Austria tomorrow.” He said to her abruptly. Both little girls squealed with excitement.

“My relatives want to see them again and again. They have to go for three weeks.”

Cassandra frowned, “Three weeks, that’s a lot of clothes for them to bring! I won’t have time to get ready!”

“They have clothes in Austria. You just stay, there’s nothing to get ready for.”

Helena looked a little disengaged, “Why isn’t Cassandra coming with us?” She asked her father.

“She’s only been here a few days and I don’t want to pay for her to go on vacation yet. Your aunt would hate it if I sent a nanny with you. Helena, your aunt wants her own full attention to look after you all.”

“But we like Cassandra, what does she do if she’s not with us?” The Baron’s mesmerizing eyes met Cassandra’s bemused face just in time, “Yes, what will she be allowed to do? I’m pretty sure Katya and I will have something to keep her occupied, don’t you agree, Cassandra?”

Cassandra’s insides flooded with pinpricks of excitement and she felt her mouth go dry, “It’s a big house, there’s going to be a lot to do.” That was all she had to say to the Baron’s words.

“But, you’re not a maid.” Helena retorted, “You can’t go and fix a bowl…” her words went out of tune as she saw Luz setting a bowl of porridge in front of her, “I don’t want porridge!” She shrieked, trailing off into tears.

“I love it!” Little Krystina said, picking up a spoon and going to scoop up the porridge and eat it. The Baron looked at his eldest daughter, still staring unhappily at the bowl of porridge.

“If you don’t eat it, you can’t go to Austria,” he said briskly.

Tears pooled in Helena’s eyes as she looked at Cassandra with pleading eyes, “Eating porridge makes me feel bad!

“I don’t know,” she whispered and giggled.

Cassandra glanced at the Baron, who was now staring at her, not her daughter. “It doesn’t seem fair to make her drink porridge if she doesn’t like it.” She voiced her own opinion.

“Fair, did anyone say life was fair?” He smiled suddenly, “My dear Cassandra, you are in charge of their care, surely you have a way of getting a four year old to drink a small bowl of porridge. Didn’t we discuss the pros and cons regarding disciplining in the old way when you visited first?”

“Here, try some, Helena,” Cassandra coaxed, but she already knew that the boy was dead set against eating it, and she also knew that the Baron recognized that as well. He knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as they walked into the restaurant. It had nothing to do with his daughter. But Cassandra couldn’t guess what was going to happen to her next.

She tried to persuade Helena, and after half an hour’s work the child became more obstinate, but by this time the porridge was too cold to eat. Finally Cassandra had to give up and advise, “Just let it sit there?” It was all she had to say.

“But I’m going to Austria; I’m going to see Aunt Margaret, and my cousins, and I’m going.”

Helena cried out shrilly.

The Baron’s face paled: “Be quiet, hey, your demeanor is not pleasant, Cassandra has clearly spoiled you. As for going to Austria, we can still negotiate. As long as Cassandra eats all the food she’s been given today, you can still go on vacation. Now go to your rooms and organize your toys, I don’t even want to see you again before I go to bed at night: misbehaving children call me a headache.” The two children slid out of their chairs and left their father jittery. Helena stopped beside Cassandra, “You’re willing to eat the whole thing, aren’t you?” She asked eagerly.

Cassandra saw the Baron’s eyes fall on her face, “Yes, of course,” was how she perfunctorily addressed the little girl. Though, she knew that if she was given a box of fried tripe with onions, there was a chance that Helena wouldn’t make it to Austria.

But more or less, she wasn’t sure that was what the Baron had in mind.

As soon as the children were gone he stared at her, “You have piqued my curiosity Cassandra, it is amazing that you have built such a strong protective shell already. I am curious to know if it is still possible to reach your central fortress. At the same time, you are as weak as a girl, which is an intoxicating drink that kept me awake last night.” When he said that, it was obvious that for him, it was a whole new feeling.

“I’m sorry,” she snapped mechanically.

He inclined his head to examine her exploratively, “Yes, you should say ‘I’m sorry’ because it was your fault.”

“My fault?”

“Last night, wait a while…” he paused, “It doesn’t matter, you liked it last night, didn’t you?”

She thought of the tazewelled rod, of the kung-fu that Katya had inserted into the oscillator. Her body shivered uncontrollably, her cheeks flushed, “Yes,” she whispered.

He laughed out loud, the repression he had so obviously expressed earlier gone. “Yes, for sure, we’re having a formal lunch today, one o’clock in the dining room and the kids in the nursery.”

It was a busy morning though, with the kids organizing their toys and debating which one to take on the plane.

Cassandra herself, however, looked at her watch from time to time. She knew this lunch was going to be special, and she had someone counting on her right next to her.

Fear and excitement always kept her in a state of both fear and leaping.

At exactly one o’clock, she walked into the restaurant. Katya was already there, sipping a glass of chenille in her hand and smiling at Cassandra from afar. She laughed at Cassandra’s laid back look. “Isn’t this fun la?” She sighed, pouring a glass and handing it to Cassandra, “I hope you’re hungry.”

Cassandra finished the glass in one gulp, sending it over for her to pour more. No matter what was put in front of her, she figured the alcohol would fortify her.

“One cup is enough.” The Baron came in quickly from the back of the house and took the glass from her, “We want you to control yourself entirely on your own, for Peter’s sake.”

Cassandra saw Katya’s sparkling eyes again from the Baron’s smiling face. She took a deep breath, “For Peter?”

“Of course, by him giving you this lesson, my dear, how would a blowjob feel?”

Cassandra’s eyes widened as she felt a little dizzy, Paul had tried his best to put her through it once or twice, but it always ended with her violently vomiting for a while. Seeing her expression, the Baron sighed and said, “Goodness, I do hope Helena will not be disappointed in the end. Ah, Peter, come in and close the door behind you.”

Cassandra watched as Peter came their way. He was tall, had blonde hair, and was considered quite strong for his age of nineteen. The thought of making her go oral with him made her back away from him, but he walked towards her.

The Baron pointed to an armchair, “Sit there, Peter.” The lad obediently sat down. The Baron turned to Cassandra again, “Take off your dress, my dear, and your bra, I think it should come off, it is much more exciting to see your tits untied.”

“I don’t want to do that.” Cassandra said involuntarily.

“Of course you don’t want to, and it wouldn’t mean much if you’d done the full set of exercises. You’re being punished in Helena’s place! Since you can’t get her to keep the porridge down, you’re going to have to eat Peter’s sausage, and that’s what’s known as ‘wanting to be punished for something you don’t want to be punished for?'” Katya burst out laughing, looking at her lover with a smile on her face.

“Kneel down between his legs.” The Baron gave the order, and Cassandra, thinking of Helena, had no choice but to do as she was told. She knelt on the carpet, her legs shaking straight and bending her body.

Peter’s hands tightened on the arms of his chair and his eyes looked straight ahead. He didn’t dare get too excited at this stage. He was still in his work clothes, but Cassandra could see that the crotch of his pants had visibly pushed out, indicating that his penis was erect.

“Let go of it,” the Baron said impatiently. She fumbled clumsily with her trembling hand for the pull-tab, and with nothing in her overalls, the pull-tab popped open and her erect penis popped out. It almost poked him in the belly.

“You need to kneel higher.” Katya said, laughing at Cassandra’s expression. “Poor Peter doesn’t want you to pull his manhood down, it would ruin his pleasure.”

The Baron looked at Peter, “Be careful,” he warned the lad, “it’s up to you to control yourself.

I know that you’ve learned enough from Katya.”

“I think he was more excited to find out about Cassandra than he was,” Katya interjected. She had noticed the beads of sweat seeping from Peter’s upper lip.

Cassandra raised herself a little to her knees. Her eyes were fixed straight on the thick, blood-tinged pillar of flesh before her, the swollen, purple glans gaping a small opening that was already clear of beads of mucus. She didn’t know how to start or what to do.

At that moment, the Baron came up from behind her and put one hand on her bare shoulder, tracing gentle circles with his fingers while ruffling her long hair forward so that the tips of his hair teased the cock on his stand, making him breathless with excitement.

“Learn well, Cassandra,” he murmured, “I’ll be happy once you find out that you can titillate and cause pleasure that way, too. I can hardly wait until I feel your warm, wet cunt open for me, and can’t wait to see you suck my cum and learn it well for me.”

She shivered all over. He ran his hand down her protruding spine, pausing from time to time, yet then proceeding to grope, section by section, all over the vertebrae. By this time her nipples were so hard that they pushed out at the top. “Lean forward,” he said calmly, “and run your tongue over his slime. Stick your tongue in the gaping hole.” Katya stood back in her chair so she could look down and see Peter’s cock cock cocked up and the slender brunette’s first unskillful attempt to copulate with a man with her mouth.

Cassandra knew she had to obey. She slowly stuck her tongue out and licked at the beads of slime. The slime was a little salty. She was about to retract her tongue when she felt the Baron’s hand pressing on her head and remembered that she still had to reach into the glans opening. Peter sighed softly as his glans swelled even more.

“Turn and lick the outer foreskin.” The Baron said serenely, “Lick it like a popsicle, holding the balls in your hand so he can feel you.”

Cassandra tamely complied. Katya also squatted down and loosened the belt of Peter’s overalls so that they were open to expose his belly for gentle teasing by Cassandra’s hair. As soon as the pants belt was loosened, the Baron ordered Peter, “Raise your ass a little.” He pulled down the leg of his pants for him. Thus, Peter’s thighs were clamped around Cassandra. The Baron then told Cassandra to lick the inside of Peter’s thighs. Although she didn’t like the taste of his skin, she was thrilled by the way those legs were taut and spread, and by Peter’s gasping breath.

After a while, the Baron asserted that she must take the bucking pillar of flesh into her mouth. This time he ran into a stronger refusal on her part. She pushed away his hand that had reached out to guide her and panicked. Katya smiled at her and it was obvious that Cassandra wasn’t getting enough pleasure out of it. This would be a part of her life from now on. She would gradually lose her grip. Privately, Katia couldn’t understand why not all women were thrilled by oral sex with a man. Oral sex was a fascination of hers, and she often wiled away entire afternoons with Peter in this way, causing him to cum several times an afternoon.

Cassandra’s refusal thrilled the Baron and he wanted to make this lesson a success, so he let her rest for a while and walked away. He went and brought a bottle of yogurt, which he handed to Katya, and the woman quickly pushed Cassandra away and carefully used the yogurt to wipe the throbbing cock. She longed to be allowed to suck on the smeared milk, but she didn’t dare without Deathe being there and ordering her to do so, so she was content to use her fingers instead of her tongue to anoint the lad.

Peter sighed softly as his cock bucked again, but he saw his master’s eyes and had to manage to hold himself down. As the other Lord waited to see his erection slowly subside, he pushed Cassandra towards Peter again, “Go on, you won’t be as stupid this time! Take his cock into your mouth and suck the milk off of it.”

Cassandra opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, clasped her hands, raised her courage, and lowered her head, her lips touching the cool, icy yogurt. The Baron proceeded to give unceasing instruction, and she sucked tamely at the dripping milk, scarcely realizing what effect her sucking had produced on the big lad in the armchair.

The Baron and Katya watched as Cassandra rushed unknowingly, her fingers meticulously gripping Peter’s root handle, her head rhythmically sucking violently up and down, all the while licking his glans with her tongue.

Peter’s barely controlled excitement affected Cassandra. The flesh of his cock jumped and touched her mouth, and she rose up on her knees a little more, her head lowering even more so that her hair brushed his belly, exciting him even more.

He felt that she came down on him a little too hard as well, causing him a little pain. He looked toward his master and begged to be allowed to cum, but his master still shook his head.

Peter’s balls swelled and hung like balls, his belly taut as a drum. He forced himself not to shoot his semen into that ripe, ignorant and savage mouth. “Let your idle hand hold his balls!” The Baron whispered a hint in her ear, “Take your fingers and tease his ass, tease his ass-crack.”

Peter heard it, and he knew that once she did, he was done for. Cassandra heard it too, and after only a slight pause, she did as she was told. All of her original fear was gone. She had experienced such power that had once attracted Katya like this, and now all she could feel was Peter’s cock twitching in her mouth, and her whole body felt as excited as if she were being fucked by a man.

Her slender hand groped between Peter’s flesh and his overalls, a slight unskilled touch that was even more demoralizing than Katya’s skilled technique. Cassandra’s mouth continued to suck hard, swirling her tongue in circles to lick his glans. Finally one of her fingers poked at the sensitive skin of his glans, and now he couldn’t be bothered to ask his Master’s permission any longer, and all at once he was jetting his cum into Cassandra’s mouth.

At that moment she fell to trying to escape. But the Baron’s hand pressed on her head, and he told her to keep sucking, and swallowing, until the lad in the chair finally stopped vibrating. Because Cassandra had sucked him dry of his semen, her head was released, and she felt a pang of emptiness instead. She tried to lick him beautifully again, but he squealed almost unpleasantly. The Baron laughed out loud, the laughter coming from his throat. He moved Cassandra warmly away from the softened brat.

“If you don’t let him rest, you’re screwing him. It’s unfortunate that unlike women, men can only ejaculate once in our excitement. What a good job you’ve done, my dear. Isn’t she smart, Katia, I’ve rarely seen Peter so excited.”

“She did better than I expected!” Katya had to admit, “Well done, Cathy!” She added with a smile.

Cassandra tossed her hair behind her bare shoulders, an unconscious gesture that greatly agitated the Baron. “Please don’t call me Cathy, I’m sure I told you that once.” Katya’s eyes sparked, “We hired you, Cathy, I thought you’d remember.”

“I hired her,” the Baron said flatly, “and if she wants people to call her Cassandra, then that’s what she should be called. Stand up, baby, and let me look at you.”

Cassandra stood up in front of her, her cheeks flushed, her nipples bulging with excitement, a look of celebration in her eyes. Now that Helena could go to Austria, she could be left alone with this man who was leading her to climb one peak of joy after another. She wasn’t afraid of Ketia, who had little authority unless given permission by the Baron.

The Baron saw the celebration in her eyes and thought it was something else. Still an unconquerable challenge, but she hadn’t experienced them all yet. With each new step, she caused him to broaden the scope of this sexual game. Since she had such a good foundation, he could increase the advanced level of the game, which was why he had sent the child away.

Tomorrow, after the two children have left, Robert and Françoise Picard will come. Picard is coming. The game of sex was about to change dramatically. He was always happy to have them visit. He and Robert had grown up together, had their first sexual experiences at the same time, and knew each other’s deepest, darkest secrets.

Cassandra remained standing in front of the Baron, casually, as he reached across and took his hands and ran them down against her sides, tightening them around her waist and bringing them forward so that her belly stood out. He lowered his head and stuck his tongue out to lick her bellybutton, letting it curl around inside as if she were wrapping her tongue around Peter’s swollen glans. She sighed softly. He stroked back and forth in the crotch of her leg with his free hand again, his stroking fingers snapping into the cloth-like tights, and from there it was immediately obvious to him that she was rushing again.

He let his fingers play with her wet cloth panty skirt for a while, scraping her cunt again with his fingers, feeling her labia swell apart. As she struggled to wriggle as if rubbing an itch in his hand, his stroking hands stopped again, and he stood up straight, hooking his hands on either side of his waist and pulling down the skirt of her pants.

“I’m sure you’ve made Katia’s mouth dry with excitement again,” he said absently, “Come on, get up here to Cassandra and get some nourishment, dear. Peter, get dressed and go and get us some lunch.”

Kaitia quickly walked over to her and knelt in front of Cassandra, leaning in toward the woman’s thigh crotch. Cassandra parted the crotch of her legs a little to make it easier for Kaitia. Caitia carefully parted her outer pussy lips to lick the wet cunt. Again and again her tongue reached into the womb, finding the labia minora along the wet cunt, but then bypassing the slowly bulging bud of flesh, just wrapping the tip of her tongue around it so that the clitoral cover faded and shriveled, leaving the bud hard and vibrantly aroused, quivering eagerly for caresses.

Cassandra was quivering with excitement, and she did her best to wiggle her ass so that where Katya’s tongue touched, there was a swelling and aching sensation there, while the hot tongue continued to tease relentlessly.

“Stay calm and look at me,” the Baron ordered, and Cassandra could only do as she was told. His eyes almost pulled her out of her bones and into his body. This made her feel that she didn’t exist unless she became part of him. He was reshaping her life.

Katya ran her tongue over her wet labia and licked the flesh up against the walls of her cunt, so hard that it was as if she had hit a switch of arousal. Cassandra’s toes bucked as well. She sobbed, not feeling it at all, for her eyes were fixed only on the Baron, almost dissolving into his warm gaze.

She opened her lips, her breasts heaving together, her two untouched nipples bulging like blossoming dark roses. Just like that the Baron didn’t let Cassandra’s eyes avoid him. He made a small gesture with his hand toward Ketia. Ketia moved her tongue swiftly, from top to bottom first the labia, then the clitoris, then the vaginal opening, winding up with three pecks, suddenly like flashes of lightning, light as a feather.

The light touch acted like a trigger to unleash Cassandra’s libido, and she moaned, crossed her toes, and almost fell over. The Baron stepped forward to wrap his arms around her naked body. She shivered and trembled in his arms, still aroused even though Katya was no longer in that part of her. Eventually she calmed down and the Baron bent over and laid her down on the carpet. Yes, it was time for the next class to begin. “Peter, why aren’t you dressed?” Katya and the Baron looked toward the boy at the same time, it was obvious he was in a semi-aroused state again. “Not enough wow, I guess,” the Baron said bluntly, “Katia seems to have tamed you too greedily, maybe you should starve yourself for a few days.”

Katya made a face, “I only used him because you were away or too busy.”

“You sound like a whiny, bad wife.” He shot back, “Cassandra, get dressed and fix your hair. You’re lying there like a worthless bitch, and I can’t take you for the same girl I saw not days ago.”

Despite his unpleasant spoken words, he smiled knowingly at Katya, who was smiling back at him. They both still remembered the videotape that had been taken of Cassandra when she first came to the door. Poor Cassandra, having played with Peter once, was still quivering with excitement. When she heard the Baron’s command, she just had to quickly get up from the floor and put on her clothes.

Suddenly she was feeling like a bitch. It wasn’t that long ago that she thought she had an unusual relationship with the Baron.

There was something the Baron couldn’t get from Katya, something that would keep him and her, Cassandra, sustained for a while.

Now it seemed that was just a figment of her imagination. Only pride made her sad. But as she passed the baron to get fixed up, he stepped forward again to wrap his arms around her thin waist and give her a rare, tantalizing smile. Katya didn’t see it. That smile meant : what an unusual taste you two women should have for lunch!

As to what the Baron really felt, only he knew, and he never revealed his thoughts plainly to anyone.

Chapter VII

“You will like Robert,” said the Baron, “I can’t be sure about Francoise; Catia and Francoise are very close friends.” He shrugged his shoulders as if to indicate that he did not expect Cassandra to gain Françoise’s friendship as well.

“I’ve heard of him,” Cassandra interjected, “Paul used to love to watch skating on Sunday afternoons. He was world champion once, wasn’t he?”

“Not bad, but the training was hard, you had to keep the restraints all year round, and Robert liked to enjoy the pleasures of life, so he hung up his shoes and retired, marrying Francoise.”

“Is she French?”

The Baron shook his head, “Brazilian, I think it seems. She’s a model. She came from humble beginnings, and you know what people think of that sort of thing; you can take a child out of an ugly alley, you can’t remove the bad habits from the child. François  was a living proof of that, and at the time, she was charming to look at, but not what Robert would have liked very much, unless she had been an exception.”

There were voices in the front hall aisle and the sound of babies crying, “They had twin boys, not a week old as I recall.”

“Want me to babysit them?” Cassandra asked.

“Of course you don’t have to, you’ll be taking care of us in the future. No, they’re bringing their nanny and probably a pediatrician. Robert’s most afraid of losing his heir’s, come and get acquainted, I think we could have fun doing that in the next few days.”

His eyes burned, her face more vivid than he had ever seen it before. Cassandra felt uncomfortable; she had only been planning to try to cope with the Baron, Katya and Peter, and then all of a sudden she had to deal with so many people. But she knew that if she wanted to stay at the Baron’s house, and she did, she would have to learn to cope with his friends, whatever they were like.

Like most women, her initial impression of Robert was that he was handsome. He had fairly long, dark, shiny hair, beady blue eyes, thick eyelashes, a tanned face, white teeth, and a slight inward curve, a little bit of beauty that added to the character. If it were too perfect, it would seem as if it were not quite real. He was two inches taller than the Baron. This Cassandra expected more slenderness, and she thought perhaps it was because the last time was in a thick ski shirt. Robert had a bowable smile and seemed a little surprised when the Baron introduced him to Cassandra, “I thought you said she was a redhead, Detective.”

“That’s Abigail, she’s not here anymore, she let me down.”

“Right right! I see, good, Cassandra doesn’t look like she’ll disappoint you at all, naive Englishwomen are so wonderful, I can understand why you like to stay here, Detective, let Cassandra meet my wife.”

Françoise was whispering to Katia, and when she heard her husband say that, she turned and slanted a glance at Cassandra with her dark eyes. She was tall, at least five feet nine inches, slim, bronze-skinned, with curly hair falling naturally over her shoulders, and wearing a tight, colorful silk dress, not very prominent on her hips knotted at the waist, like a curiously styled exotic horse.

Cassandra held out her hand again, knowing that Françoise wouldn’t like her as much as Katya. They both shook hands just until they touched, smiles disappearing without reaching each other’s eyes. She mumbled out a greeting, her voice sounding astringent.

The Baron watched all this from the shadows and couldn’t help but smile secretly. He had expected Ketia to quickly pull Francoise over to her side, just as he had expected Robert to find Cassandra as much of a creature as himself, and just like that everything was still fine.

Behind the two women stood a short, slightly overweight girl with thick eyelashes and a round mouth, holding a baby in one hand and letting them wave their little hands, waiting to be fed.

Finally the voice poured into her head and she turned to address the developing girl, “Clara, why don’t you let them be quiet?” Her voice was gruff and overbearing, “If I had known how benumbed you were, I would not have agreed to let you come to our house, and your stepfather would have been too unfortunate.”

The helpless Clara was red in the face and made no attempt to defend herself, just then a much older nurse in nursery clothes came through the front door and took the baby from the girl, she asked Robert, “Which room is the nursery?” Her words sounded brittle, and Cassandra realized to her surprise: the woman was a Scot.

“On the second floor, you can have three rooms adjoining.” The Baron answered on Robert’s behalf. His eyes surveyed the somewhat overweight young girl standing there in a tight dress that clung to her large breasts and rounded thighs.

“Look at her!” Robert laughed out loud, “I mentioned her in my letter, didn’t I, Detective? She is the stepdaughter of Claude Branzwick. Brunswick’s stepdaughter, whose own father died last year. Apparently, before that, she had never been out of the house at all. Discipline, private tutors for dance, but total isolation from the outside world. Clotte felt that Françoise and I could broaden her horizons. He’s off on his honeymoon with her mother. We’ll do our best. In fact, Françoise had trouble leaving her alone on the trip. We keep her intact for you.”

He laughed out loud, as did Katya and Francoise. Cassandra, on the other hand, looked at her sympathetically.

She was probably only eighteen. If she had lost a few pounds of flab, she would have been very pretty. But her pained silence, her unfortunate puffed-up expression, made her appear ridiculous in the midst of all these luxuriously dressed and skirted people.

Francois  stepped forward and took Clara’s large breasts in one hand, they poking out clearly underneath her dress. She squeezed and fiddled with them for a while, however before relaxing, “I admire her tits,” she confessed to Katya, “Sometimes I go into her room at night, wake her up, and just lay there, licking them and biting them for hours on end, how I would love to have tits as big as that. “

“You look ridiculous!” Robert asserted with a loud laugh. The Baron was still staring intently at the girl to see how she would react to Françoise’s teasing and offhand conversation.

Françoise approached the Baron, “How are you? Dear Dieter, you always look so refreshed.

Isn’t he in good spirits?” She asked Cassandra.

“I don’t know.” Cassandra replied flatly, “I just tend to the children.”

“In that case, why aren’t you in Austria?”

“Perhaps, I think some of our visitors are still children.” The Baron said with a half-smile.

Françoise seemed to be at a loss as to how to cope. She looked over toward her husband for support.

But Robert just burst out laughing. “Well said, Dieter, you are of course completely right, Francoise has not grown up at all, that’s why she always thinks of Clara as one of her dolls.”

“She looks excited.” Ketia said softly, and Francoise nodded divinely, “Yes, it is, let me show you, Clara, come with us, are we still staying in the same house we usually stay in, Dieuette?”

“Sure.”

“Well, come on, Clara. Caitia, come on too, you men just talk about tedious sports!” She hesitated, “What about her?” She asked Katia, pointing to Cassandra.

“Cassandra works for me.” The Baron said coldly, “I decide where Cassandra goes, not Katia.”

Françoise pulled her face down: “Dieuette, where did your humor run to.”

“Stored with your brain, Françoise.”

Françoise glared at him and turned sharply and fluttered up the stairs, pushing the titted Clara ahead of her. It took Cassandra a moment to realize that she was with two men… Staying together. “Maybe you can get me some coffee, Cassandra.” The Baron reminded her. She was happy to actually be left alone.

After serving coffee to the two men, Cassandra went upstairs to her room to change for dinner. On the stairs she paused to hear a soft sob coming from one of the guest rooms, but she quickened her pace; what happened to Clara was none of her business. Since her stepfather knew Robert, nothing terrible could have happened.

She reassured herself thus. At the same time, however, the fat girl’s stony gaze and somber meekness stirred her.

She had bathed and was putting on her stockings when a short knock sounded at the door. The Baron entered, “I hope I’m just in time my dear, I want you to take these balls with you tonight,” he held out his hand and spread it out with several Japanese amusement balls in his palm. These balls were larger than the ones she had first put in. She could still clearly visualize the effect they were having on her.

“Lie down on the bed,” he said softly, “and let me put them in your cunt.” “Why tonight?” She asked.

“Add passion to make the evening even more exciting, and wear tight pants, I want you to create pressure and provoke your arousal every time you sit or bend over, but of course no slack.” He grinned, as if the idea was funny.

“Why a bigger kind.”

“Because you’ve grown, you can handle greater passions.”

He pressed her down on the bedspread and she spread her legs apart and he put in a hand to the crotch of her leg, which was dry. He quickly lifted the tight shirt she wore over her body and went to suck on her nipple. He sucked slowly, gradually increasing the pressure, lifting one head and tugging the nipple a little longer as it began to thrill and both small breasts began to swell. He stepped forward again to stroke her belly, his palms spread out and pressed against the taut belly, pressing quite hard. She felt a fire ignite in her belly, a delightful warmth, and he kept on sucking on her nipples, dragging both of them like a child sucking on milk.

The extreme pleasure lasted for several minutes, but she felt the urge to pee and wished he’d hurry up and stuff the amusing balls so she could relax. The Baron saw the expression in her eyes change and wished it would give him time to capitalize on her lust, but he didn’t.

“Stay calm.” He murmured, then left her, relaxing her breasts and belly. He took note for a moment that she was already wet between her thighs. She’d already found it hard with the first ball. He coaxed and encouraged her until he had put all three balls in before he stood her up and told her to walk around the room in circles. The head of the rope swung between her outer cunt and pressed against the walls of her vagina, and finally he pulled her over so that she was sitting on his knee, rocking back and forth, the balls sliding inside her, the cover of her clitoris lifting slightly, the pressure beginning to widen, and mucus oozing out in rivulets from her two open labia, soaking the thick, dark, curly pubic hair.

The Baron laughed out loud and gently pushed her away, “Excellent, good start to the evening, now go on, go and get handy, freshen up and come and join us in the study with the food order. Wear the sheer silk dress I bought you, and by the way, don’t wear stockings, you’ll feel better in this silk dress on bare legs!”

He walked out and the door closed. Cassandra felt a wild desire to rush after him and beg him to let her have an orgasm just before dinner. A certain release from this lingering desire kicked in from within her, and she knew that it would intensify throughout the night, but it wasn’t time for that yet, and she had to press on.

When she was finally freshened up and about to leave the room, Francoise came down the stairs. “There you are, Dieter told me to come and see if you were done, told me to intercept you before you went downstairs, you have to come and see Clara, she’s in my room at the moment.”

Cassandra followed Francoise into the spacious bedroom and stopped in amazement; in the middle of the wide ginormous bed lay a completely naked Clara. Katia was teasing her large, unencumbered tits. Ketia had indistinguishable finger gloves on both hands, and the glove strokes had obviously demoralized Clara. Her nipples were so hard, like they were about to strain. Cassandra walked through the door and saw Katya take off her gloves and flick one nipple heavily with her middle finger, Clara screamed, the nipple deepened in color, Katya struck it twice in a row, then put the gloves back on and teased the unforgiving flesh again.

It was obvious that this trick had been going on for a long time. Clara’s hands were chained above her head, which made her breasts stand up straighter and easier to hit. Meanwhile Luz crouched at the foot of the bed and pressed on the girl’s ankle bones to keep them apart.

Francoise looked back at Cassandra: “Clara is extremely fond of it, see, it’s one of the least things I ever taught her. I don’t think she’s ever touched herself below the waist until then.” From the foot of the bed, Francoise picked up a small feather flick broom and she used her hand to flick the brush girl’s thighs as she made the feather flick broom move in small circles. Having Luz arch Clara’s leg so she could flick her heel and rise back up to the crook of her foot.

Poor Clara gasped and squealed from time to time, visibly helpless. Because she hadn’t been allowed to orgasm yet, her belly seemed to be bulging, and the more attention the two women paid to the area, the higher it rumbled, excited by this new toy. Eventually the bullet broom moved to her belly and Clara screamed in pleasure, visibly tensing her skin, her nerves exciting her brain as if sending out pleasure signals.

“She’s going to have an orgasm soon.” Cassandra said, looking at Clara’s head bobbing violently back and forth from side to side.

“Here we go, no, not yet, Clara has never had an orgasm, she’ll have to wait until tonight, she’s our one gift to Detective, he’ll give her her first sexual satisfaction after dinner. “Not bad, is it, Clara?” She added, letting the feathered bullet broom slide between her thighs for a short while, then suddenly moving quickly again as the throbbing writings of over-excited flesh responded.

“You mean, you treat her like this all the time and never satisfy her?” Cassandra asked, unable to even take her eyes off that voluptuous, uncivilized body, so expertly trained and yet so unfortunately unable to be satisfied.

“Of course, Robert is with me sometimes, but, he only uses his tongue, doesn’t he, Clara? She likes that, though she knows she shouldn’t because her mother made her grow up to be a silly rule girl. Come, we’ve got to tie her feet before we have supper, Luz, and you’ve got to keep her excited all the time, a little that way, and not discouraged by going too far, or else Detective is going to blame all of us.”

Luz smiled and nodded, and Cassandra wondered in amazement that the girl had not cared a bit to participate in humiliating Clara, even though she herself had been doubly humiliated. But then she realized that if Luz felt unhappy, she would leave the house. It seemed that she liked this house in Hampstead as much as all the people who lived in it.

Clara’s feet were quickly tied. The three women departed. Only Luz was left. Luz licked the sweat off Clara’s breasts and out of her armpits, an exercise that in turn made her even more sweaty in those areas.

Inside Cassandra, the amusing ball squirmed heavily. All she could do was tense her muscles. Immediately, there was an unsettling pulling sensation in her lower abdomen. She opened her mouth and had to breathe faster to avoid over-excitement. Descending the stairs, the three balls acted more noticeably, and the shiver of joy spread rapidly across her belly, so that it was hard to get next to the downstairs and the safety of the flat ground.

Dinner was served by a fresh-faced maid whom Cassandra had never seen before. She moved quickly and efficiently, and not a word of what was said around her went to her ears.

Robert tells Dieter about a display of bestiality he and Françoise saw in Germany: a girl and a snake, letting the snake get inside. “I can’t think how the snake got in there,” he added, “I know snakes can be coiled very small, but I still don’t think it’s possible, it’s possible they made it look like a snake to fool people. I’d like to buy a boa constrictor and try it on Francoise, but she wouldn’t once.”

“Only because they’ll do you harm!” Francoise shot back, “I think I’d rather have a snake in my stomach, but not a python.”

Ketia laughed, “Dieter once spared a little beetle to Abigail’s hole, she was completely out of her mind, and would have gone through the window if she hadn’t been tied up, perchance.”

Francoise licked her lips, “A little beetle? How exciting.”

Cassandra tried her best not to listen to them. None of the things they said compared to what the Baron had done to her. Snakes, beetles, bestiality, none of it was the reason why she couldn’t leave the mansion. She wished Robert and Françoise hadn’t come, and that included Clara, and as she thought of Clara upstairs, having Luz there teasing her and exciting all parts of her, her own belly tightened for a moment, entertaining the balls of sex pressing against the walls of her womb such that she had to struggle to lift her body weight and not call for her entire body to fall into a chair to relieve the pressure.

Throughout dinner, the Baron watched Cassandra, silk dress translucent and fidgety, the cruelly amusing balls in revolt. He knew that by the time he finally watched him go upstairs to plunder Clara’s virginity, her libido would overwhelm her. What amazed him was that having such thoughts drew that pillar of flesh of his into a frenzy as well. He decided to distract himself.

“Cassandra used a couple of Japanese amusement balls to-night,” he announced to them, “and I found the stuff very moving, and I want you to do the same, Katia, my dear, it will give me double the pleasure.”

Ketia was dismayed, she couldn’t figure out what else would be good, because she’d already been delayed in playing with the chubby little virgin that Francoise had spent weeks conditioning. So easily distracted? She had to get her head straight. She smiled apologetically at Dieter: “I’m sorry dear, but I don’t need to entertain the balls, I’m thrilled whenever you’re home.”

The Baron snorted contemptuously, “Wonderful excuse, but useless. Robert, don’t you want to feel the weight of the amusement balls? They are new to me. Cassandra, come over to this side of the table, sweetheart, and stand next to Robert so he can feel you.”

Cassandra skilfully walked around the table towards Robert. She knew that Katya was furious and hidden, while Françoise seemed curious about it all, her eyes glancing over each face one by one. Her upper teeth rested against her lower lip when she saw the young Englishwoman approaching her husband.

Robert slid an inside hand down to rest at the base of that bare leg. Letting his fingers absently stroke that fine crotch of the thigh only until his hand touched her pussy area. He used the palm of his hand to feel the taut crotch.

The Baron leaned forward, skeletal shoulders and elbows braced against the table. Cassandra’s eyes widened and her outer cunt lips did their best to open wide to accept Robert’s insider’s teasing. But if the vulva opened too wide, the entertaining balls that ended up inside would fall out, and that would be a problem. So she clenched her pubic muscles to increase the pressure of the balls against the uterine wall, which nearly touched off an orgasm.

Robert realized what had happened and sympathized with her embarrassment, stopping his hand abruptly. Her clitoris had just begun to erect and subside, as if all the sensations would not bother her again, and Cassandra breathed a long sigh of relief, her breathing returning to normal. Robert moved his hand carefully, this time only letting his fingers roam her inner knees, causing her to shake with life again. He couldn’t wait to fuck her just once.

“They’re dang light,” he said with a grin.

As the Baron watched Cassandra return to her sitting place, he raised his glass toward her, “Cheers, my dear! You are progressing so quickly.”

“We have to have fun in one piece tonight.” . Francoise said eagerly, “My girl is already well trained, and the three of us had a marvelous tryst.”

“I decide where Cassandra goes,” the Baron reminded her pointedly.

Francoise glanced at Ketia. Katia had been a concubine of Dieter for a long time. Robert said it was because she was very clever, cold on the outside, but burning with the same passionate desire as her lover. But now Francoise guessed that if Diehlt had grown tired of cold women, as men often did, he had even grown tired of those Diehlt had originally favored, who were little better than machines. This subterfuge would have balanced out the two kinds of women, and she had always thought that Catia’s evolving, sadistic sexuality was not quite to Diété’s liking. He liked to soothe pain with pleasure, but Katia suffered enough pain alone, either she hurt others or they hurt her. Cassandra didn’t look as if she was capable of going to that particular place, and she had this feeling that there was a fight going on here, and it was remarkable that anyone could see the end of it.

Dinner over, Francoise stood up, “I don’t think poor Clara should be bloated if we don’t go up to see her again. Are you interested, or will Robert do her?”

He laughed aloud, “Of course I’m interested, there won’t be many virgins sent to my door and a fat one at that.”

“I thought you wouldn’t like virgins.” Katya said in a nonchalant manner.

Dieter shrugged, “We’re all changing, honey, and besides, you know how hard it is to find virgins these days wow, how could I let Robert pick that lottery to go!”

They all left the restaurant. The Baron grabbed Cassandra by the scruff of her neck and made her turn her face to him, “Entertaining balls are nice, aren’t they? Did you like Robert touching you?” He asked eagerly.

Cassandra wanted to say that she would rather he touched her, but she didn’t, instead she fixed her eyes on him and smiled slightly, “Yes, it feels pretty good, I like it when he touches me, even though I almost…”

“Yeah! That’s for sure! That’s why I told him to touch it, however, you controlled it well and I’m proud of you. Did that girl upstairs tell you to look excited?”

Cassandra hesitated how to say it, “It wasn’t the girl, it was the sight I saw before dinner that excited me.”

The second half of her sentence was so low that it was barely audible because she felt ashamed.

“Very well!” The Baron told her, “You’ve finally discovered where the fun is. Of course it’s very moving to see someone in a state of sexual arousal, enjoy enjoy enjoying all that will happen in the next few days, don’t be embarrassed, besides, you’ve all worked up the courage after all.”

Cassandra stared straight at him, “What? What’s going to happen?”

Cynthia turned back to see what had tripped up her lover: “Dieter, they’re waiting for you,” she whispered, hooking her arm around him and dragging him away from Cassandra, who cocked her head and gave her a quick nip on the wheel of her ear, and she gave a muffled “Ooohhhh! She let out a muffled “ooooh”, an excited blush escaping her cheekbones, and he spun her around, lowering his head to gag her savagely and kiss her furiously. He bit her lower lip, making a bloodstain, and slipped his tongue into her palate, leaving her breathless, yet suddenly he let her go and hurried upstairs.

Ketia turned to look at Cassandra. Cassandra’s eyes rounded and she didn’t say a word, “You don’t want him,” she said in a soft voice, he’s only infatuated for a moment, it can’t last, you’re not brave enough for Deathe.”

Courage, that was what the Baron had said to her to take courage, and now Cassandra’s resolve was set. Obviously that was important, if she wanted to stay here, and she knew she had to, her life would have to be tied to the Baron’s, and she would have to hold on to her ground in this house with every weapon she had.

By the time Katya and Cassandra walked into the bedroom, Clara’s feet were untied and a bolster pillow was under her buttocks, making her stomach more prominent and her belly taut to enhance the various sensations.

Her skeletal shoulders were still tied upside down above her head, mainly to make her breasts shrug out, Cassandra thought, looking at it this way, as if the Baron wanted to get started at this point. He sat beside the fat girl, squeezing and rubbing one of her big nipples with two fingers, very quietly, at first, but then increasing the pressure so that she began to duck and flinch, and when she ducked once, the pressure loosened a little, and then squeezed and rubbed again and again and again; pressure, pain, relaxation. However, he bowed down and sucked the loose undercarriage of the breast, licking from the root-plate area straight upwards to the nipple, and after a long time of teasing in this way, he just licked her nipple, and Clara sank deeper and deeper into the bed in a frenzy.

After that he went back to curling his tongue around and licking her cleavage, and from there down to her spreading belly, which he was now licking with his tongue, striking it gently, and her body shivered so much that Robert asked Françoise to catch her ankles more tightly.

Cassandra was mesmerized by the way the fat girl’s belly continued to swell at his mercy, even though it seemed impossible that it was being held up against the bolster. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter between her legs. The combination of entertaining sex balls and watching the Baron manipulate that little girl made her belly ache. Her pussy began to vibrate, not having the slightest way to relieve this deadly pressure.

The Baron flicked his tongue against Clara’s pelvic bone and she shivered again as he carefully parted her soft pubic hairs, pulling the skin up underneath them so that the clitoral cover moved, exposing Clara’s desperate need to be satisfied, but it was still too soon.

With a gesture from Detroit, Robert sat down next to the girl and fondled her big tits while Detroit made Ketia part Clara’s vulva and then he went to work on scraping her cunt with one finger. Wrapping a circle around her pussy until her legs were so stiff that they wanted to give out, he still bypassed the most sensitive points so as not to trigger an orgasm to come. Then he slowly poked a finger in and she stiffened in shock, “No!” She yelled.

Detective’s hand stopped. “Why, isn’t it good? The next step will be even better.”

“No,” the humiliated girl panted, “we’re not married, and if I wasn’t a virgin I wouldn’t be able to find a husband, please, please make sure you don’t do that.”

All the women laughed out loud, except Cassandra. “Is your governess a nun?” Dieter asked nonchalantly.

“Mom told me that fucking is sinful, but it’s so pleasurable,” she added, his fingers causing another rush of lust, “I’m bad, I know I’m bad, and I have to like it.”

The Baron looked at Cassandra, “Look, how can one say in good conscience that this is not the ultimate joy of life? What’s the point of rambling on about a girl in this year and age?” His hand continued to stroke while he poked a finger into his other hand so that Clara couldn’t figure out what he was doing until his finger was grinding back and forth inside.

Katia was scrutinizing the taut belly and bursting clit, “Soon,” she reminded her lover.

“Yeah,” murmured Dieter, adding another finger as he stopped the full movement of his fingers so that he could prevent an orgasm from coming as much as possible. He was twirling his finger around the opening of her womb, Robert was sucking hard on her nipple, when Françoise suddenly untied Clara’s wrists. She felt so sudden that for a moment she didn’t know what was happening as the two men, with the help of Françoise and Katia, turned her face down, Luz pressing the girl’s heels, her ass pushed out by the pillows, her face buried in the mattress.

Standing there, Cassandra could see how the pillows under her ass and stomach were being pressed and kneaded, and how the kicking of her legs was exposing Clara’s pussy so that Detective could easily cut in against that area.

Once inside he waited far slightly for a few seconds, then quickly, viciously pounded into the depths.

No doubt it hurt, and Clara screamed, but she was pressed face down and had nowhere to run. The Baron withdrew a little from that newly opened uterine opening, then poked in again, this time harder, making the glans pound right into her bottom.

He stopped there and reached under her with one hand for the clitoris, which was now shrinking and hiding straight into the cover, and he tugged the flesh out with his fingers, Robert’s hand adding to it so that he could ruffle up the clitoral cover. Dieter dampened his fingers with his own saliva, gently teasing the erect bud of flesh, yet moving down to touch the bud, he heard a pressed gasp escape her throat, he increased his pressure all at once, rhythmically moving in and out, weeks of repression, Clara’s body was almost torn apart by the passion, a convulsion was so violent that the Baron’s own orgasm was triggered, and his semen shot into her inside. Her body shuddered as the blissful feelings of her sexual fulfillment marred her.

Eventually the twitching of her muscles passed and the Baron drew out, and Clara sobbed gratefully as she turned back to meet the Baron, who, with a look of disgust, pushed her away, and she collapsed on her back, her thighs open and her big tits splayed out on her chest again.

“She’s too fat,” he said to Robert, without a trace of enthusiasm, “and I don’t think one can be too troubled by virgins yet.”

The men laughed, but Cassandra couldn’t help but flinch at the sight of such cruelty to the little virgin. The Baron turned to look at her, the impulse that flowed from his twinkling eyes surprised her, “Satisfy her one more time.

“I’m sorry,” he said gruffly.

Cassandra’s eyes widened, “Me?”

“Yes, get under her, fuck her like you did Peter Katia is willing to help you find her clit if you bother. Go on, do it now, I’ll wait and see.”

Remembering what he had said to her downstairs, she moved her body towards the bed, and it was too late, even though the Baron’s cum was still dribbling and hanging from Clara’s cunt opening, and Cassandra crouched between two quivering, shaking thighs, waiting for the other woman to straighten up the freshly-broken girl, pumped up and ready for another tease.

Cassandra was on the bed, entertaining the balls of sex as they moved lumberingly inside her, rolling towards her vaginal opening and reinforcing the pre-existing pain in her pubic bone. It was the ache of desire, she needed to stimulate and relax herself, yet she also had to restrain herself from teasing an already exhausted girl who wouldn’t be the least bit eager for further teasing just yet. However, this was the effect the Baron wanted, and Cassandra did her best to forget her own body’s thirst as she set about her task.

Clara, still in shock, but with her body gradually stopping shaking, had been desperately trying to resist the stimulation being imposed on her, and Robert and Katia had finally had to bind her wrists and ankles again so that Cassandra could feel the right places. Trying, Cassandra plunged her fingers into the crotch of her leg, squeezing the already closed outer lips of her pussy while stimulating her entire pussy. Clara moaned, a desperate moan this time, and tried her best to clench her legs, but they were tied separately with ropes, and Cassandra used the back of her hand to tease her pubic hair, which was wet with the Baron’s cum, before she scraped her pubic bone in the opposite direction. Then she softly inserted her middle finger into both layers of her labia so that her fingers felt the heat of her warm hand below.

Clara’s rounded belly throbbed, “Open your knees outward,” Francoise bestowed, and much to Cassandra’s surprise, Clara obeyed. This would further rub her belly while forcing the recalcitrant outer labia to spread, the little girl was clearly not physically comfortable, her ankles were bound while her knees were coiled, which was what Cassandra had hoped would make it easy to deal with that part of her body.

Caitia shivered with excitement, for she knew that at a time like this, Clara wanted nothing more than to be allowed to sleep, and she walked over to the girl, carefully pulling back the swollen outer labia, as Cassandra’s tongue finally began to explore the moist furrow and the inner labia of this already listless girl.

She knew her audience well enough to know that the Baron was watching her intently from the shadows, as were Robert and his wife. But she also knew, after all, that Catia was watching her, hoping to find her guilty of some sort of disobedience or, even better, some sort of dislike. This was something Cassandra had decided underhandedly not to show. She was also surprised to discover that in fact slipping her tongue around the sensitive conduit of the eddying powder was not without its pleasures. She found that every time Clara moaned in an attempt to avoid it, her heart pounded in her ears, her hands unconsciously groped for her swollen belly, pressing solidly against the taut belly, and she found that as she painfully tormented the flesh, it spread like a drum skin over the plump, youthful torso.

Clara’s body slowly became aroused again, she had been thrilled, having been on the verge of erotic fulfillment for so many days down the line, and finally the shocking release had stirred her to exhaustion. But Cassandra’s relentless teasing forced the girl to respond, somehow Cassandra remembered the lesson she had taken with Peter, she had lifted the slack body so that her long hair swept over those breasts, stomach and crotch of her legs, so much so that Clara was truly turned on. She begged her not to do that, not to let her get aroused again, but Cassandra wouldn’t listen, she knew that if she had this second orgasm, it would be something.

She licked and nibbled and stroked her fingers and scraped her hair, waiting until the reluctant, happy little center began to swell and the clitoral cover receded inward, giving Cassandra access to the fountainhead of Clara’s extreme satisfaction.

Even then she was still waiting, remembering what she had seen the Baron do when he fucked the girl, and she curled her tongue around the flesh without touching her clit. Clara’s nipples hardened again, so hard at last that they looked like two pebbles, her breasts swollen like a pair of snow-white marble balls, and Clara was still pleading with Cassandra to let her go.

Finally, Cassandra knew that moment was coming and she moved her head so that she could flick her tongue against that protruding, crimson flower of flesh. Clara realized the movement, and fearing that she would once again experience the spasms that rocked her organs with a lifeless seeming of pleasure, her clitoris began to once again resist that shrewd organ Cassandra’s tongue. Fortunately, Katya quickly pinched the skin of the upper part of the flesh bloom with two slender fingers, keeping the clitoral cover back as she pinched that skin so that Clara could no longer resist the invasion of Cassandra’s tongue.

Not intending to be cruel, Cassandra hesitated for a moment, and Clara began to sob as she kept trying to get out of it.

Françoise, mesmerized by Cassandra’s unskilled skill at sex play, tapped the girl’s belly, almost mistakenly accelerating the pleasure, but then she used both of her pointed nails to pinch one of Clara’s swollen nipples, and the pain shut the humble girl up.

Katya looked at Cassandra and knew that she was undecided in her mind. Not wanting to prolong the torture of Clara any longer, though she longed for Cassandra to stop halfway through, she had no hope of that outcome any longer, for Cassandra’s own hopeless carnal, physical needs were so powerful that nothing could stop her from going through with her task.

Immediately Cassandra struck again, this time wrapping her tongue around the underside of the clitoris, as her bonds wouldn’t let her curve her body. Immediately Cassandra struck again, this time wrapping her tongue around the underside of the clitoris, as her bonds wouldn’t let her curve her body. The clit was as swollen as it was going to get, and this second impulse lasted even longer than the first. All the men in the room watched without a word, thrilled with excitement at her screams and the throbbing of her muscles. Clara struggled desperately to free herself from her bonds, her head bobbing violently back and forth, her screams echoing through the house for a long time.

This made it difficult for Robert to restrain himself. He suddenly pivoted away from Cassandra, stomped off his pants, fell back on the fat girl, and thrust in with unexpected force so that he felt her tangled up with him inside.

His thrusts almost knocked her out of her soul as he lay firmly on top of her body bowing and bowing, each time working on her clitoris, so that before her second orgasm could subside, a third overwhelmed her. This time it was more pain than pleasure, and her eyes reddened with the realization that these extremely vicious people with their ever-changing tactics were going to keep toying with her, and her body actually kept responding with teardrops.

Fortunately, her tension and the power of her orgasm caused Robert to ejaculate a moment later, and within moments he was paralyzed on top of her, causing the weight to further increase the discomfort of her padded abdomen. Robert pulled out and straddled the bed, and Clara closed her eyes in front of all the spectators, but her tear-stained face, her exhausted body, so thrilled Katya that Katya couldn’t stay on the edge of the bed for another few minutes. She grabbed and pinched the huge, violently quivering nipple, her breath coming faster and faster, her nipple barely hardened, and she didn’t care if it deepened in color.

“Don’t touch her, that’s enough, she’s my gift, not yours,” snapped the Baron.

Katya’s eyes shone brightly as she looked at her lover, “Now what do we do?” She asked eagerly.

He shrugged, and there was an indication of excitement in his eyes. Katya was sure he had something else marvelous to hide from her. Childlike enthusiasm was usually a prelude to the most lurid suggestions, and she found she was almost breathless with excitement.

“You like being abused, don’t you, honey?” He said softly. The words could not have been more clear to him. She nodded hungrily. “Then I’m going to do my best to bitch you out for once, or maybe I should say bitch you out in the most vicious way possible, yes?” Katya nodded again, meanwhile the rest of the house waited without a word for him to move on, “Very well, you may lie down in your own bed. No one will visit you, and we’ll see you at breakfast. Luz, you look after Clara, she is not going to sleep well tonight.”

Kaydia’s vision was blurred by tears and it looked like she was about to rush up and fight the Baron, “You can’t treat me like that!” She screamed in a hoarse frenzy of anger, “I need you, I need…”

“By depriving you of what you need, I can cheapen you immensely and make you enjoy great pain, surely that’s what you need, isn’t it? We’ve all heard you tell us how much you enjoy being hurt, so it’s better to go to bed and enjoy your pain!”

Cassandra happened to be standing just across the way from Ketia, so she could see how the woman was trembling with suppressed irritation and anger, and even to her greater amazement, Ketia suddenly rushed at her lover, reaching out to claw at his lids with her fingers, when the baron merely caught her wrist and pushed her away! The slap was so heavy that it pushed her to the ground at once, but not enough to hurt her. “Mind your own business, Catia, you call me a bore.”

These words indicated extreme displeasure, and Katya knew it. Without another word, she stood up and walked out of the room without looking at the others.

Instantly the Baron turned to Cassandra, “Come, follow me, Cassandra, I’ll stay in your room tonight.”

She stared straight at him, half-expecting him to burst out laughing if she showed the slightest bit of pleasure, telling her that it was just a joke with her. Her stoic stare clearly took him by surprise, and he raised an eyebrow with a slight smile, “So enthusiastic! Come on, a spring night is worth a thousand dollars. I’ll see you in the morning, and good night, Robert, and thank you for the gift you gave me, it’s made a good night.”

“You’re too kind!” Robert replied, hiding his surprise. He hadn’t expected the evening to end with Katia in such a state. After a moment’s deliberation, he took Luz to accompany him and Françoise to bed for their pleasure, but he also felt sorry for Katia.

Chapter VIII

As soon as they entered her bedroom, Cassandra was at a loss for words. She hadn’t expected the Baron to come to her room for the night, nor could she have imagined that he was counting on her for anything, but she had this feeling∶that he had done it out of impulse, and if that was the case, she knew that everything started with having to claim his heart so that he wouldn’t regret it. The trouble was, it was almost impossible to know what was right and wrong with him.

He sat on the edge of her bed, not saying a word, just observing the change of expression on her face, and through the sheer silk skirt her slender figure drew him hungrily. He could imagine how swollen and tight her belly would be, and could hours of entertaining sex balls sitting inside not turn her on? Besides, there was that great play with Clara. It was a whole new sensation for her, and as he had said, “let the children see life with new eyes,” so he found that through Cassandra he had rediscovered his earlier love of sexual pleasure, a love that was now long lost to him.

There was something special about her that he didn’t want to get to the bottom of just yet. Naivety wouldn’t be the only explanation. He and Katya had discredited naivety and ignorance countless times, would it still be influencing her now? No, affecting her would be something more. Sometimes he thought that what attracted him was a combination of what seemed to be skillful and peaceful, but was flirtatious and hard to resist. For many years he had lived his life at a perpetually accelerating pace, living in a circle of people who were just as good as he was at meeting people and indulging in drink. He needed that kind of companionship, but Cassandra needed diversion tonight, obviously, but she still managed to keep an integrity within her. He wondered if it was possible to destroy that mastery, to make her transgress her nature, to be absolutely mortified and embarrassed in the future, to have a quiet heart. He knew he would be glad to try, but could not be sure of the result. He knew, too, what she wanted to-night; it was so rare a desire, so very worldly and moving to him. He was going to make love to Cassandra as he normally would.

Suddenly realizing that Cassandra was still standing in the midst of it full of suspicion, he stood up quickly and made his way over to her, turning her around and unbuttoning the small buttons of his skirt from behind her back, letting it fall down her body to the floor, and as soon as the garment slipped from her, he took her hand and made her step out of the pile of garments, so that she was face-to-face with him.

At this point all that was left of her body was a tight, cicada-thin pants skirt. The panty skirt matched the amusing balls tormenting her mind.

His eyes grew firmly on her and he reached down to feel the object in the skirt of her leg, it was moist. He rested his hand upward while she pressed downward, trying to increase the pressure. “Wait!” He commanded softly, leading her over toward the bed, laying her down on her back and removing her little panty skirt to get to the little thread of the ball, which was now glued to her vagina and hidden in its folds. He finally found it and began to slowly tug it outward, her eyes went wide when he stopped and didn’t move, and it was only when he started again that she was able to release it.

For Cassandra, it felt so wonderful, the soft tugging of the thread, the gentle movement of the ball intermittently sinking through her sensitive cunt, and even the way he stopped and moved at a moment’s notice, were all drastic, tantalizing experiences.

The Baron continued this drill for as long as possible, and each time he pulled a ball, Cassandra held her breath, her body shivering and trembling like a leaf in the wind.

All the balls pulled out, he stripped off his own clothes and lay down on his side next to her, supporting himself with one of his skeletal arms so he could lift his body a little so he could see her face. “Tell me, how do you feel tonight?”

He said calmly, “Describe how the recreational ball works for you, I want to know, I want to share your experience.”

She didn’t know what to say. How could she tell him how wonderful the heaviness felt filling her belly and thighs?

How could she make him understand the slightly pleasurable excitement that had torn her by surprise? She could not, and was compelled to answer him.

“The whole night was like being on top of a big wave.” She smiled, “I felt as if everything was expected, but I couldn’t do anything to let loose.”

He nodded, “When you saw Clara, how did you treat her?”

Cassandra recalled her first glimpse of Clara as the two women were teasing her, “At first I felt sorry for her, I thought it was cruel of them to do that, even if she wasn’t really in pain, but then I started to get excited.

They went to touch her breasts, and they literally swelled up in front of my eyes, and I felt that my breasts swelled up too, and…” She stopped there.

“Go on,” said the Baron, urging her on, reaching out a hand to touch the crook of her bones.

“I felt the crotch of my thighs heat up as I clenched the crotch of my leg and the amusing balls worked more obviously. I know I can’t clamp my legs, but I can’t help it.”

His fingers traced her skeleton to her armpits, playing with the dark, soft curls inside, following up by flicking the taut flesh at the base of her breasts, “What about after dinner?” He asked.

Cassandra swallowed hard, “I’m afraid,” she admitted.

“Afraid of what?”

“Afraid of what I will see, afraid of how I won’t know how I will react, I don’t want to lose face in front of you.”

His fingers tweaked her breasts hate, disk teasing her nipples to hardness. He buried his head and stuck out his tongue, licking it all along her side. Her legs twisted up and she tried to turn her side lids toward him, but he set her back on her feet, “How can you not be ashamed? Cassandra?”

“Run away, or don’t do what you commanded me to do.”

“You should be more afraid of Katya.”

“Why? What can she do to me?” Cassandra asked, and it was hard for him to talk because he was so wrapped up in licking his tongue in circles all over her waist, her pelvis.

“She hates you, and she is very likely to hurt you very badly physically, and at this point I can’t save you, you know, you have to protect yourself.”

“She doesn’t scare me. I know she hates me, but surely you already know either she, or you don’t want me, would you?” Cassandra said serenely.

The Baron laughed out loud, “What a clever girl you are! No, of course, I won’t not want you, I’ll have someone for Katia to hate.”

His hand slowly rubbed the crotch of her leg, the sight of that night had gotten her so worked up that she seemed to be having an orgasm at any moment. “No! Wait, breathe slower, it’s just for fun and pleasure, you should take your time. Only amateurs act hastily, O Cassandra!”

A blush flew across her face, “I can’t hold it in, everything is so sensitive and exciting there.”

He played with her pubic hair for a while, putting his fingers in and tugging from time to time, which made her whole pussy softly thrill, and she squirmed, wanting to reach out and touch him, but not sure she’d be allowed to.

He seemed to read her mind, and after a little while he arched his body and let his erect cock tease her pussy. “Touch me, Cassandra, but carefully . Gradually get to know me as I know you.”

She let her fingers grip the thick pile of flesh. She hadn’t faded and rolled Paul’s foreskin, but had screwed the Baron’s, and Peter’s, and she liked that. It made everything much easier, and she could take her hand up and down and stroke the fleshy stub, if she wasn’t already permitted to use her fingertips on the swollen, plum-red glans, by way of detoxification.

The baron smiled as she cared for him, and as she pressed up against him, he inserted three fingers into her sex eye, he pressed the upper part of her vaginal wall, and then stroked it meticulously, waiting until he saw her belly begin to bulge, and found her legs trembling, he increased the pressure, but her fingers stopped, no longer touching him in that area, and she began to tense up, and he was teased to the point of impatience. Not all women were so sensitive, but he had found that it was the sexual outbursts of the most flirtatious women that could give a man extreme pleasure. It was also possible that after hours of filling her balls with sex, Cassandra’s vaginal walls had responded quickly and positively to his touch in an unusual way, and it wasn’t long before he let her have her first orgasm of the night.

For Cassandra this was another different feeling. A deeper, but somewhat intermittent release, and the pleasure was wonderful. Later, the baron played with her again with his tongue, spreading her thighs apart with his hands to keep them together, teasing her with his tongue, stimulating her, making her body ripple and thrash until she begged him to stop.

He obliged and lay back down beside her, his mouth, which was so greedy, now wrapped around her tits, was relentless on that area, he rolled her face down and licked all over her spine, from top to bottom, his tongue lingering in the hollows of her tailbone, a sensation so wonderful that it made Cassandra cry out. Her whole body seemed to burn, but she also realized the added pressure above her bladder and tried to turn over.

This time the Baron not only knew what was going on, he caught the opportunity. “No, don’t move,” he commanded in a low voice, quickly grabbing a chair cushion just like the one Katya had placed underneath Luz. He shoved the chair cushion under Cassandra’s ass and peeled back her outer labia, just to keep her bulging clit against the chair cushion rubbing, aroused, and excited.

“That’s the best way to get an orgasm, Cassandra,” he promised her this, licking the small spinal beads on her back, “all the parts are hyperactive as hell.” His tongue gave her the sensation of wanting to pee, and she could still feel her flesh buds fluffing up and topping out, her whole body heaving and swelling.

His smart, nimble hands padded her abdomen as he slightly increased the pressure on her lower abdominal muscles, which made her feel a tingling sensation as her bladder filled extra full.

Unlike poor Luz, however, it was pure pleasure tonight, so the Baron didn’t delay, sparing her as soon as he made her feel pain. His fingers moved to her clitoris, which was hard from the stimulation of the chair cushion. He moistened one finger with saliva and went to tease the clitoris, his wrist still maintaining pressure on the nerves of her bladder, and Cassandra felt her belly distend and mucus ooze out of the closely guarded hole. She was too aroused to stand it, and she lurched up and down wildly, trying to trigger the extreme pleasure he had promised her.

The Baron continued to increase his pressure on her various sensitive areas with agility, and at the last moment he tangled his tongue around her tailbone. This unrelenting stimulation was the signal to bring everything crashing down. Cassandra’s slender body bounced off the cushions of the chair, intoxicated, reaching peaks of marvelous and unparalleled sensation.

As soon as her buttocks kicked up, the Baron grabbed her ass flesh, pressed that wide-open, quivering body close to her, and plunged straight in from behind, his cock sliding into her quivering, warm cunt with a long, satisfied sigh. His greedy fingers still kept teasing her clit until she desperately tried to resist. He began his second ejaculation of the night. Only this time, his body was undergoing the ultimate head-to-toe eruption. He heard himself let out an impatient sigh, and finally the two of them marred into a pile of flesh and collapsed on the bed.

After a few minutes the Baron got down from Cassandra, righted her body, and thus looked at her lids, at her eyes smiling at him with satisfaction, at the glistening beads of perspiration on her parted lips, temples, and upper lip.

He gently bent down to kiss her on the mouth, licking her upper lip with his tongue from left to right as he cupped her face in his hands, a rare and intimate gesture for him to seal, “Isn’t it, isn’t it fun to be with me Promise?”

“Yes,” Cassandra gasped, she was almost breathless. “Unbelievable, I’ve never felt so…” she was at a loss for words, just grinning at him with a gratitude that was so overwhelming to him.

“Why are you so untamed?” He asked curiously. Cassandra told him about Luz and he nodded: “Aha, Luz may have enjoyed that day’s experience more than you think. People have strange whims, Cassandra, but Katya’s whims are sometimes laced with too much pain for other participants to enjoy. That’s what I want you to understand.”

Cassandra sighed softly and stretched her limbs, “I understand.” She convinced him.

“To-morrow,” added the Baron, strangely finding himself unable to leave the bedroom of this contented little woman, “we shall know each other better.” He felt her body stiffen as if she were slipping away from him, but there was no place to avoid his heartfelt feeling that making love to her tonight was just a unilateral whim on his part, and that she should not be allowed to misunderstand him.

“You mean we’re just having a sexual relationship.” She finally said, her voice carefully disguised.

“Yes, with different arrangements, some you’ll like better than others, and of course, I believe it’s important to play each at least once.”

“Each?”

He heard the inquiry tinged with alarm, “Is there anything in particular you’d rather not try?”

Cassandra hesitated; if she told him, she was placing herself under his charity; if she did not tell him, she could not possibly complain, and if he placed her in such a position as to be dispensable to him, and she refused, he did not want her. Determined to trust him, she opened her mouth, and he quickly spread his hand to cover it, and her words slurred. “The walls have ears, Cassandra, always remember that too. Maybe I can keep a secret, maybe I can’t again, but that doesn’t matter, some things are best kept within yourself.”

“Then why are you asking me?” She wanted him to answer.

“Of course I wanted to know if you were really willing to spill the beans.”

She looked deeply into his face, studying the complexity of his character, which made him extraordinary; the round face, oddly enough, with its high, sharp, resolute skull, its arched eyebrows, its childlike smile against the eyes that had seen so much. And his voice, so soft, so implausibly calm, once raised, hardened and intimidating. He was as confusing on the outside as he was on the inside. But it was nothing; Cassandra knew she was fatally attracted to him, and if she ever had to leave his home, there would be no other suitable man for her. Once the sea was hard, but once the mountain was not a cloud.

“What are you thinking?” He asked, as he sat up and fumbled with his watch.

“I was wondering what Robert and Francoise were doing.” She lied.

He laughed out loud, “Drives Luz crazy, I can imagine. She won’t come in handy tomorrow. No doubt going to sleep until her bones fall apart. They always do when they’re here.”

“What happens to Clara now?”

The Baron put on his shirt, frowning. “Clara?”

“Yes, the girl you broke her tonight.”

“‘Break her,’ what a wonderful word, yes, of course, now that I remember her name. As for what else happens to her? Robert’s little dolls are all in the same condition. She’ll be played with for a few weeks yet, and when he has a new prey in his eye, he’ll discard her.”

“You don’t think that’s cruel?”

His eyes sparkled. “Yes, probably, but there is no shortage of victims in this world. Clara is a born victim, and no doubt her stepfather will take over her education when he returns from his honeymoon once. The old, conniving Kraut has peculiar tastes, and that mother must have been nothing more than a passport to that daughter, but he didn’t want to leave him all but inexperienced, and rent him out to Robert that way.” Cassandra felt speechless.

“Not much more?” He asked, “Then I have to get some sleep, and so do you. Sleep well, little fool.”

With this simple, unanticipated intimacy, Jean left, her satisfied flesh but deeply stirred within her.

The next day all the family rose late. It was after ten o’clock when Cassandra awoke, but she was still the first to go downstairs to breakfast, and, as the baronet guessed, Luz, pale and with puffy eyes, was serving it, yet she still smiled happily at Cassandra, with her pretty, bright smile, which had not the semblance of a melancholy suggestion.

Cassandra was eating toast and marmalade when Françoise walked in, wearing a pair of tight white shorts that made her slender, tanned legs even more conspicuous, and a bright red bikini cover-up so small that it only covered her nipples, and she gave Cassandra a strange look but didn’t greet her.

“Did you sleep well?” Cassandra asked politely.

The girl who had previously come from the ugly alleys of Brazil shrugged her shoulders as wonderfully as a French dame, “I suppose so, perhaps not as good as you, but undoubtedly better than Katia.” This time there was no doubt, and the expression in her eyes screamed Don Woodward. It was clear that, as Francoise had expected, Cassandra had only to open her mouth, and it looked as if the remark had more to do with harassing her than deriding her.

“I don’t want to know.”

Françoise smiled slightly, “Of course you know that. Katia had expected that Detective would go with her to while away the rest of the night. She was probably also hoping that the four of us would be going to the gym together to play on the exercise machines. You’ve ruined all her plans. She’s going to be furious today.”

“I think the Baron decides what he himself will do.” Cassandra replied, her voice far more calm than she felt it sounded.

Just then, Katia entered, her summer dress short and tight, like another piece of skin clinging to her body, dimpled where it should be, convex where it should be, emphasizing every curve of her body. Her hair was carefully brushed and combed into a kind of fluffy, bedraggled hairstyle. She kissed Francoise on both cheeks, deliberately not glancing toward Cassandra.

“Detroit agreed that we could work out at the gym this afternoon.” She told Francoise. “He and Robert will be hitting the range this afternoon, so I thought all three of us women could use the time to get some exercise.

He told us to be careful not to tire ourselves too much, and that to-night would be hatefully busy, but that a light fitness exercise should make us fresh and new, and get rid of the night’s filth.”

Francoise nodded, “That hits the spot, doesn’t it, Cassandra?”

“I’d like that,” Cassandra said, knowing full well that she wouldn’t like it, but having to face it that she’d rather go sooner rather than later.

“Great!” Katia shook her mood, and after she’d treated herself to who knows how many cups of coffee, lay naked across the sunbed as Peter gave the usual sunscreen and massaged her already taut limbs.

The Baron and Robert appeared nearly noon, saying they would be back by 6 p.m. Then went off shooting. When the Baron walked past Cassandra and darted a shuttered glance at her, whether it was in fear of her telling their story of the night before, or to warn her of the dangers of the gym, she didn’t know. She did know, however, that whatever trick Katya planned to play in the gym, that close watch would help her get by.

The gym was spacious, equipped with air conditioning, wall rails,  boat machines, bicycles, scales, and a good deal of fitness equipment that Cassandra knew nothing about, having only ever attended group fitness classes at the country club. After jumping lightly with the two women, Cassandra tried her hand at the treadmill, which she privately felt was no more effective than a walk in the fresh air.

“And I’m letting this machine work me out,” Katya claimed, no longer jumping. “Knot it for me, Francoise, and then you can go work on the walker.”

Francoise helped Ketia onto a raised flat couch covered with loose cushions, securing his arms and legs so that he could just frame the buttons placed on the side, and the flat couch began to rock very gently, back and forth causing Ketia’s spine to carefully unfurl and all of the tense joints to relax.

“It’s a wonderful feeling,” Francoise said to Cassandra, who was watching from the side, “You should try it sometime. You look so nervous today!”

“I think it’s pretty loose, but I wouldn’t mind practicing the walker a little longer.”

Francoise peeled off her let’s-look-at-her fishy red covering cloth and sat in the  ship’s vessel, not feeling shy at all. “I feel too hot in that thing.” She excused herself. Cassandra couldn’t help but notice the Brazilian woman’s breasts, which were surprisingly large for her lean bone structure, with startlingly coffee-colored, round-vertebral nipples.

Françoise saw her looking at her and laughed out loud. “Do you like them? They cost Robert a fortune, but he thought the tits were worth some of those coppers he spent. Touchy-feely, you wouldn’t know it, they’re not real.”

On the moving flat couch, Ketia lifted her head. “She won’t have to touch them, wait for me to do it, Françoise. You know how I envy your breasts.”

Françoise ignored her, “Touch them!” She encouraged Cassandra, “If you really like them, Detective will probably get you a pair too.”

Slowly Cassandra reached out and held the soft fibrous tissue in her fingers. Françoise was right, she would never have guessed they were camouflage. The fake tits were moderately soft and hard and her fingers explored the nipples more carefully. Françoise smiled lazily, “I think they look like you, you’ve had a very sensual touch, I’m sure Detective told you that.”

Ketia made an impatient shushing sound, Cassandra knew well enough that Francoise was storing up to annoy her friend, she retracted its hand, Francoise began  to think that her slender skeleton shoulders were quite strong.

“Did your size change much when you had the baby?” Cassandra asked, sitting down on one of the cyclists, steadying herself and enjoying the coziness of the sheepskin cushions.

“Well yes, I’m fat and scared, I don’t want any more children, Robert needs an heir and luckily I’m giving him two at once. Know what your nobles say that is? One heir, and an extra one?”

“I don’t want to know!” Cassandra laughed.

“I don’t want any children, thank God.” Catia made herself known. “Margaret turned into a sullen, make that boring woman after she had Krystyna, and Dieter was so cold to her that he had a male ligation. I think he regrets it now, man most men want boys after all, but at least I don’t have to worry about having to use birth control.”

Francoise looked over toward where Cassandra was practicing her stomper, “You know about that one?”

She asked without malice.

“I don’t know, why should this matter interest me?”

“I thought maybe you were hoping you’d give him a baby.”

“She’s just an employee!” Katia said pointedly, “I’ve had enough, let me out, Françoise.”

Francoise obliged, exchanging places with her friend so that it was Ketia  s turn in the boat, and she, too, stripped off her corset, with obvious ostentation, leaving his small, elegant, rounded torso on display for Cassandra to see. “Why don’t you undress?” She asked, “You can’t bear the challenge, or are you embarrassed?”

“No, I just didn’t think of that.”

“Then take it off,” Katya admonished her.

Realizing that this was some form of challenge, Cassandra got off the bike, removed her leotard and climbed back on, this time she practically felt the sheepskin gripping her uncovered pussy, that light touch began to rise high, she felt her neck, her breasts begin to heat up with excitement, the other woman’s eyes were far too well seasoned to miss these signs she had been counting on.

“I think Cassandra deserves a turn at the relaxer for once, Françoise,” she suggested. Cassandra was glad for the chance to get off the car seat cushion. Françoise smiled to herself as Cassandra climbed onto the flat couch, ignorantly flattening her arms and spreading her legs so that her wrists and ankles could be bound.

The machine began to run, and she felt relaxed, thinking that if this was a workout she might take it as a hobby, but after only a few minutes she found the other two women, one on each side, standing beside her, and she watched as Ketia reached for the stop button, and Francoise swiftly and insidiously jerked the thick protective padding away from underneath Cassandra.

She gasped as her bare body met the cold metal countertop, and to make matters worse, she realized that it wasn’t a solid tabletop, there were two round holes in the top half, and just as she was trying to figure out what they were for, Katya drew a heavy leather strap across the side of her shoulder, forcing her breasts to sink down and rest heavily against the holes, and Francoise burrowed down under the countertop so as to reach out through both holes and tease Cassandra’s Nipples.

“Don’t do that!” Cassandra shouted in an annoyed voice, “I’m going down.”

“We’ll get you down there!” Catia laughed rudely, “That’s the whole plan for this afternoon. Detroit has obviously taught your body how to have fun. So I think it’s about time we joined in on that lesson together.”

Francoise was touching the nipples very gently, licking them with the tip of her tongue, which made both nipples erect quickly, then she grabbed them by the chin and the skin around them and pulled hard, causing Cassandra a lot of pain, forcing her towards the lower part of the table so that her breasts were as far away from the holes as possible.

She knew that whatever those two women were trying to do now, she could not escape it all. She began to panic, her fear grew even greater as she heard Francoise move under the table and suddenly a long brown finger came up from a little way under the table, at the same time Katya pulled out the last of the straps with such force that they pinched Cassandra’s buttocks so tightly that it hurt her so much that she flinched downwards, which in turn caused the Brazilian woman to poke her hand out and look for a breach between the lips of Cassandra’s outer pussy.

Her fingers were no longer soft and hurt. Cassandra tried desperately to dodge, but the belt was so wide and strong that she couldn’t move a bit. There was a harrumph and Cassandra was out of sight of Katya. After a few seconds, her tiny teeth were already busy devouring Cassandra’s breasts, and Francoise’s fingers were still digging underneath, until at last she finally plunged two of them inside their helpless prey.

Fear and nervousness had drained the emotional jam that was rubbed out of the sheepskin car seat, and Cassandra’s eyes were now brimming with tears. The fingers swirled brutally upward and back again. There was not the slightest possibility that thrusting straight in through the opening of her vagina would bring her pleasure.

“She’s still tight,” Francoise finally said, “maybe that’s what Dete likes.”

“Her tits are too small,” Katya commented, her fingers retracting as the two women sat at the table whispering quietly, Cassandra shivering with fear, desperately wanting to know what the two of them planned to do to her before the men returned. She recognized that the Baron must have known something of the sort would happen, and that he was probably out to make it happen. For a moment she really hated him.

Suddenly the two women reappeared beside her, “We had to go get some things,” Katya said, her voice sweet and silky, “We’re going to go, and we’re going to make you a little more relaxed.” Before Cassandra could figure out what that meant, the start button was pressed and the machine was in motion again. This time her breasts were cruelly jammed into the metal eyelets, a jiggle trampled them, the sharp pain burned her breasts like bright red hot embers, the tugging sensation was very palpable, further down Cassandra was really afraid that her breasts were going to be yanked off, her nipples scraping the edges of the metal holes, but the two women were familiar with the equipment, and there was not going to be a moment’s peace for either of her tits. All Cassandra could do was lie there and feel her soft flesh move in a limited range, the constant motion rubbing against her sex tunnel, and down below forcing her other lips apart, and it was impossible not to raise her ass and wait for the two women to return, and she hooked her head up to watch as they both came through the door. Both of them were holding something in their arms, she didn’t know what, wrapped tightly in towels.

“I wish I could help you calm down,” Katia said sweetly, turning off the machine, “Here, have a euphoria.” Cassandra tensed, breathing heavily, causing her breasts to jiggle titillatingly in front of Katia and Francoise’s eyes. They smiled at each other as they saw the little round pink flaps on her nipples. Katya opened the lid of a round tin, and as a rush of hot air came out, she quickly pinched a piece of facecloth and put it into the tin, and with a quick flick of her wrist, she wrapped the hot fabric around Cassandra’s right nipple, dragging the end of the cloth carefully around the extremely sensitive nipple and then continuing to circle it down around the small, floppy tit.

Completely unprepared and appalled, Cassandra couldn’t move a muscle, her susceptible breasts felt like they were being cauterized and she couldn’t help but bite her lip to stifle this initial pain. Katya waited a moment, observing how the other breast retracted in fear, admiring her rival’s tender sexual curves twisting under her blows.

The cloth cooled, Cassandra calmed her breathing slightly, Katya took the cloth away quickly, and Francoise grabbed a handful of ice from the ice bucket she’d brought and pressed it, with both hands, over the reddish, purple breast.

This time it shook Cassandra even more, and she couldn’t catch her breath, and it was hard to exhale. The sharply contrasting temperature difference actually stimulated her sensitive, doubly tortured flesh, and her nipples actually hardened dramatically as Françoise let go of her hand and fell to the ground by the dissolving ice. She had seen with her own eyes the way she had transformed what had been a pink bud into a rock-hard, blood-red spot. She stuck out her tongue to lick away the water that had melted from the ice on her nipple, and she knew from Cassandra’s increasingly rapid breathing what her body was reacting to.

The two women sat down to chat again while Cassandra waited nervously above them. She knew she wouldn’t be spared her other breast in the end, and she dreaded the horrible hot cloth, but longed for the coolness of the ice, and the attentive tongue that followed.

The hot cloth came again, seemingly hotter than before, and she knew it was because the first breast was cold and cowering as a counterpoint, and this ball of flesh swelled as if burned, and this time the pain was less noticeable. Because her mind was counting on the next step, and this time it was Katya pressing the ice, her movements heavier than Francoise’s, tightening over the flaming skin as if a joyful electric current had struck the nipple, and Katya had taken her tongue to the nipple as well, and Cassandra had sighed gratefully. She was mistaken, and Katia took her teeth sharply and suddenly on the tiny, doubly abused flesh-bone, and it hurt as if she had been stabbed with needles. Tears filled the frames of her eyes again, but the pain and suffering was followed by pleasure, pleasure that made her feel humiliated.

The two women leaned toward her lower body, and Francoise’s fingers were easily placed inside the opening of her cunt, tweaking it back and forth. It didn’t hurt or induce pleasure, and then the motion caused her pussy to spread wider and ooze mucus so that Ketia’s next little toy could do its job.

Katya wanted Cassandra to get a good look as Francoise, still with one hand fiddling uncontrollably with Cassandra’s cunt while owing up, put her other hand to Cassandra’s chin and held her head up so that he could see what her abuser was holding in his hand. It was a large penis made of marble talc, smooth and cold and incredibly thick, so thick that the thought of having this fake penis shoved up her cunt gave Cassandra the creeps.

“Maybe after you’ve used this, you won’t be so tight and pleasing to Diegette.” Katya laughed grimly. She touched Cassandra’s rolling cheeks with the cool marble and saw the tear tracks imprinted on her cheeks, “I hope you won’t cry this time, there’s no crying allowed in this house, you know.”

Cassandra didn’t answer, she was too busy fighting off the thought of being penetrated. “Almost there.” Katya let the marble cock roll up to her neck, smiled weakly at her again, and left her sight. Cassandra’s ass hopelessly tried to move away from the counter to keep the woman from touching her pussy.

“She’s already prepared,” Francoise said, stretching her neck out to let her tongue reach out and tweak her pussy instead of her fingers, and Cassandra’s muscles quivered, causing her to chuckle, “When she really likes the tongue, Detroit’s got the most insider’s tongue for there, doesn’t she? “

Hearing this, Katya was on fire. She pushed her friend out of the way and dragged the head of the dildo over to Cassandra’s open pussy, she stroked the dark pubic hairs that crinkled her labia and took her cool hand and pressed it against the nerve-engorged pussy, “Ready, Cathy?”

Above her, Cassandra was too terrified to move, her belly not daring to let go at all, knowing that she had made this worse for herself, and that if Caitia found out that the thick tool was already exciting her, Caitia would be unlikely to help her flesh take it. Grinding slowly, Kaitia leaned up with that round head and pushed in a little, knowing full well that Sisandra’s cunt was gradually stretching out. Not only physically, but mentally stirring up her counterpart Cassandra.

As she expected, at first the look in Cassandra’s eyes deceived her that the marble cock wasn’t as thick as she had feared, but she immediately convinced herself that that was the case, and she slammed a bunch of times as the thick glans poked in another inch. This time Cassandra screamed out because she hadn’t been aroused, that width was more than enough for her. She felt sure she would cry out if the thrusting continued any longer.

However, Katya knew that it was best to strike Cassandra how she wanted to from the physical side, though she calculated that in the mental side as well it would surely limit her reaction to any degree of penetration from that man that night, she would physically feel slightly more pain, and mentally she would fear being fucked and humiliated by a man again so soon.

She skillfully rotated the marble cock in Cassandra’s cunt, constantly pressing against Cassandra’s loosened cunt. This went in another half inch deep, giving Cassandra a little rest so that she thought she was done, but then she started all over again.

The cock was about six inches long, and it took Caitia half an hour to poke it all the way in, and all the while, Francoise had been continually busy playing with the two cowering, defenseless little titties, warming them up with a flannel cloth, then switching to ice for the cold assault, sucking on the ice water, then on the nipples, and occasionally patting the backwardly-feeding titties, and watching them tremble, no matter how Caitia was No matter what Katya was doing to Cassandra elsewhere, the way the two tits were fluffed up and excited really pleased her.

For Cassandra, all she could do was dodge. Françoise’s attention distracted her from her discomfort with the thick marble cock, but from time to time, she wished she’d urinate out and wash away Ketia’s charade.

However, Katia was really smart about this, and finally, after the whole dildo was inserted, Katia told Francoise to hold it steady as she stood up herself and pressed the relaxation button on the machine, which caused the lower half of the table to drop. Cassandra let out a yelp of surprise as her lower body moved, her arms were pulled wide open and nearly broke, she was now almost foot pointing, her legs tied at the ankles, her upper legs spread out and parallel to the floor again, her breasts still resting in their holes hanging downwards.

Katya was almost finished with her little game as she walked to the gym end and came back to bring a thick leather strap as she showed her terrified, trembling, distraught victim, “You’re going to love it Kath, I don’t think you would have appreciated the pleasure a strap-on can bring in the old days. But most girls find it irresistible, especially when their cunts are plugged, and yours is pretty full, isn’t it?” Just then, Francoise lightly squeezed the marble handle. Cassandra sighed. “Yes, I think so,” Katya murmured, one of her hands sliding down to the intervals between her vertebrae, “What a moving spine you have, the deets love it don’t they?”

Cassandra remembered the tenderness with which the Baron had licked her there the night before, and hot tears filled her eye sockets, “Remember, no crying,” Caitia warned, and she moved away and stood behind the girl with the large font, amusing herself with the way she looked, and with Cassandra’s body bent stiffly at the waist, her ass cheeks parted slightly, and the furrow was all exposed out.

She stood for a moment, studying the folded body as she lifted her skeleton shoulders and pinched the strap up the back of Cassandra’s thighs.

Cassandra screamed, her head thrown back and her ass pressing against the table without success. Caitia could wear her down at will as she bound Cassandra’s legs and stomach one by one, each circle fiery and painful, making her want to scream. The bound areas rolled and were unusually sensitive. Slowly, the muscles of her anus began to react as well. This reaction was an automatic tensing, an amplification of the pressure caused by the marble penis being held tightly and not allowed to stretch by Francoise.

Cassandra had never felt anything like it. Every part of her seemed either to be burning like fire, or heavy and swollen. Slowly she forgot about the pain, it wasn’t pain anymore, it was a strange, wicked kind of pleasure that couldn’t help but cause her to change her tone and moan, she wasn’t begging for mercy, she was begging for sexual venting. Katya heard the change in the screams and she immediately went to call Luz, who had been waiting outside the gym. She quickly rushed over. Katia gestured toward her and she peeled back Cassandra’s tiny hard vibrant pussy eye so that the dark, ghostly trail showed.

After a wait, Katia turned the side of the strap-on and received it over the gaping hole the maid had peeled open, Cassandra exhaled sharply, and both Katia and Luz saw the tight cunt-eyes throb with excitement. Offstage, Francoise heard a gasp as she pressed even tighter against the marble cock, the fingers of her other hand reaching up through the hole in the upper part of the flat couch and along the now wide open pussy groove between the two inner labia to probe the clitoris that had been left untouched earlier.

The last moment finally arrived and she swung her arm up so that the strap embedded in her groin gave the black hole a burning mark, and with this last burst of pain, Cassandra’s abused throbbing body swelled so much that she thought she would crack like an overripe persimmon if she didn’t manage to relax again. Francoise knew the situation and quickly flicked her long fingernails against the exposed clitoris and rotated the cock.

Cassandra let out a piercing scream as she finally erupted, every part of her body seemed to be rolling in hot blood and flames, pain accompanied by pleasure like she had never felt before. Finally released, her wildly inverted body went limp on the upper part of the flat couch as she sobbed at the release that had disgraced her, knowing that it would be more and more uncontrollable after this point. Katia and Françoise had led her down a rough path, one she would never have chosen, and along with the pain and humiliation, she had found perfect pleasure, a bitter-sweet blend of inner feelings she would savor later.

Without a word, Caitia Francoise picked up all their belongings and disappeared, leaving Luz to untie Cassandra. She handed her a toweled bathrobe and directed her to the shower, under the rosette head she could wash away all the dirt of the afternoon, but some things wouldn’t wash away, and she learned a lot more about herself, the fear that Ketia had hoped for, remained in her memory, Cassandra hadn’t yet known that the fear wouldn’t be shown until the evening, right in the middle of what the Baron had set up as possibly the worst game ever.

Chapter 9

The Baron lay on the narrow single bed in the room he alone occupied, watching the whole proceedings in the gym without a word. He had no intention of going shooting. Robert had a date with his former lover, and the Baron was curious to see how Katya would punish Cassandra for his spending the night with her.

Punishment over, Cassandra finally leaves the shower and walks to her own room with her head down. He turned off the television and stared off into the distance. Katya was sophisticated enough to have both pain and punishment without pissing him off, and it wasn’t a bad pleasure for Cassandra, a new pleasure that would get her addicted. But he was also well aware that the effects of the afternoon game would show again in the evening, the evening when she would be toyed with by the four of them. She would be afraid of the men, afraid that they would hurt her, in that delicate secret place now still sore from Ketia’s marble lewdness.

His eyes crossed the window and landed on the patio, where Francoise was already lying in the sun, letting Luz massage her and apply sunscreen. She was sucking Coca-Cola from a long glass, but there was no sign of Ketia, and Robert wouldn’t be back for an hour or two. The Baron knew he must be in their room fucking his mistress.

He’d never found Robert’s wife particularly moving, her underfed libido always calling to him for excitement though.

And Katia had attracted him, he admired the obvious, fabulous curves of her form. He’d also loved the insane passion she harbored for him. Now she was beginning to bore him. He would have been most disappointed if she had won the game, but he accepted that fact, or else he couldn’t play. On the other hand, he made the rules. This might be better, that is, occasionally he played the Cassandra card. When playing bridge he always set up cheats, which is no different as long as it doesn’t happen on a regular basis.

With that decision, his heart settled a little, and he closed his bedroom door quietly and walked to the room he shared with Katia. She was coming out of the triple-heated bathroom, a towel wrapped around her hair like an Arabian headscarf, suddenly displaying its cat’s eyes, which looked special and important on her triangular face. She smiled with satisfaction when she saw him enter.

“You still went in time to watch a wonderful videotape, darling, Francoise and I had such a great time at the gym this afternoon, but I’m afraid Cassandra didn’t do so well, she cried a couple of times.”

He hadn’t told her that he’d been watching what was happening there, knowing that she might be checking the tapes, interested in what she’d omitted.

“How interesting wow,” he shuffled over to him, stripped off his jacket, and slumped lid down onto the bed.

“Shooting for fun? Did you win?” Katya wasn’t interested in shooting, but she knew that Detective always liked to win.

“We didn’t go shooting, Robert ran into an old friend and I wandered around London looking at all the pretty girls in super short summer dresses.” He grinned at her.

Katya’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t believe him, if he hadn’t gone shooting, then chances were he was with another woman, though it was very much like an old flame, or thank goodness a friend of the late Margaret’s, and she was still jealous, “You’re not so old that you can only take your eyes off the girls in the park!” She said pointedly.

He glanced at her, “Men don’t age as fast as women,” he said curtly. Her face flew red, “Ah, how about this, where’s the tape,” he interjected, “I’m interested in watching Cassandra cry.”

Katya inserted a tape, however made to go away and look for dinner outfits. When she turned back around, she saw that he was still lying as he was, his arm resting on the bed, his chin enthusiastically on the back of his hand.

“Has she cried yet?” Katya asked eagerly, leaning close to him to experience the feeling of relaxation and ease as he wrapped his arm warmly around her bare waist.

“Yes, for the first time, that hot cloth seemed to startle her!”

“Her tits are so small,” Katya said.

The Baron laughed out loud and moved one hand over to touch hers, “I don’t think these two are just huge, my dear!”

“At least it’s a woman’s breast, and her elephant is a child’s tit.”

“I know,” he said, his voice melodious, but his fingers were busy pinching Katya’s nipples as she squirmed her body to get closer to him, and she pressed herself against one side of his body as he turned, running his hands from his upper body to his lower belly and the side of his waist, while his eyes still didn’t leave the screen, knowing that she was only a half-hearted plaything for him.

The marble penis appeared, and Katia decided to remove the shot of her showing the thing to Cassandra, thinking that she being a man might not be happy with how thick it was, and put out a shot of it being inserted, with Cassandra snotty, while the insertion was blocked by the counter and not visible on the screen.

“Look at that, she’s crying again!” Katia muttered, “Is it rare for a governess to behave like this, unlike us, and really hurt her?”

“What you’re using,” asked Deathe Commission lazily, his hand still stroking her bare body over and over.

“O blue oscillator,”

“She doesn’t seem like she’s shocked very much!”

Ketia cursed her stupidity, “No, not the oscillator, the blue penis, I think she’s too tight in that area, women don’t seem to be to her taste, she undoubtedly prefers men.”

“I hope so. So you like women lo?” He turned with a sudden jerk, glaring at her with his eyes, his brown ones decidedly less than friendly.

“Of course not!” Katia said, “I just like to change things up, or when you’re not home.”

“You expect them to be young and inexperienced, and you like to hurt them, and that’s something you don’t get from men. I should soon feel redundant,” said the Baron.

Before Katia could answer, the video reached the bottom half of the stage and folded down, bending Cassandra around the waist, and she let out a frightened scream that drew the Baron’s eyes back to the screen, where he watched the footage from below without saying a word, but Katia could see the veins in his neck “popping” and knew that he was agitated by it.

“See, isn’t that a plate of appetizers before dinner?” She asked teasingly.

“To me, or to Cassandra?”

“I don’t have any appetizers for the maids,”

He laughed out loud, “No you have, you always pay too much attention to Luz, isn’t she a servant too?”

“But she’s not a participant in the game,” Katya said in a hard tone, “and I’m not stupid enough to give my opponent a gift.”

“But I thought a blue penis would be a suitable gift,” the Baron said dryly, staring intently at his mistress’s face to let him know that he knew she was lying.

“I’m going to wear that red pantsuit tonight!” She exclaimed, jumping out of bed and sitting down at the dresser, “I’ll have to have Luz flow my hair higher to make me look taller, and I think bell-bottoms look better on taller women.”

The Baron clicked off the VCR and turned the tracking camera to aim it at Cassandra’s room, she was lying lid down on the bed, obviously resting, but he had the sense that she was silent she was crying. He gave another signal and aimed it at Robert’s room, his friend hadn’t come back yet, Francoise was crouched in front of a chair, Clara was sitting topless in a chair and her master was using a hot flannel and cold ice cubes as demonstrated on the videotape on the little girl’s tits as it were.

Clara’s eyes widened as if she didn’t like both the pain and the coolness, and several times she tried to get up from the chair and run away as Françoise pushed her back into the chair while gently patting those naturally large tits.

When she was tired of this trick, she took two pieces of thin tape out of her needle and thread box, knotted them into a collar, and put them around Clara’s tits, like trumpet-dogs being put on a collar so that they could be held in the hood, the result of which was the pinching of two red and swollen belt loops, which Françoise could more readily align with the two circle marks to pinch and jiggle her target.

The Baron could see that Françoise began to rub the fallen Clara’s nipples elaborately with a sable brush, the tits swelled up even more, the straps pinched tightly, Clara did her best to lunge her head forward to loosen it up a bit, Françoise snapped at her to sit up straight and still kept on brushing, and Clara began to moan with pleasure. At that very moment, Robert crossed the room and immediately, Francoise dropped the brush and pounced on her husband, kissing him deeply on the lips and ramming her ass against his cock, Clara’s tits perched high, waiting for further teasing.

It seemed they weren’t going to toy with her anymore. For Robert had reached under his wife’s skirt and begun to undo his own belt, and Detective turned off the machine. He wondered how much Clara would enjoy watching the pair’s impatient, vulgar coitus. There was no doubt that she was going to be there to witness it, probably not as much of a spectacle as if she were aroused. He smiled.

By eight-thirty they were all down for supper, and Clara was there, looking so depressed that the Baron dared to say that her tits had not been teased subsequently. Françoise really wasn’t as cruel as Katia. She had only a slight teasing gap alone, and if Robert had been more interested in that gap, she would have forgotten about Clara, and the couple making love almost didn’t have time to freshen up for dinner.

The young girl’s clothes were really bad, no vision at all, he thought, they were too tight and fancy for her kind of body type, but at least he was able to see that her big tits obviously didn’t have a bra or anything. He remembered the sable brush and couldn’t help but smile at her. Clara’s nipples were still vibrantly protruding, unsatisfied, and she looked up at him with glee in her eyes. He had made her so happy the night before that she couldn’t help but wish she could let him fuck her like that again tonight, but the Baron just smiled at her, and she had no part in tonight.

Cassandra looked serene and calm in a dress with large red poppies on a cream background. Her dark hair was slicked back and held in place by a single barrette, he couldn’t help but reach up and pull out her barrette, letting her hair fall over her shoulders, she was intentionally groomed but a little overdone. Yet Katya was really made up tonight, ringlets and skirts, covered in gold and jewels, bright red bell-bottoms reigning over the table and shining brightly, for even Francoise wasn’t wearing that colorful tunic tonight, but a coffee-colored tunic with open buttons down the side to her thighs.

“How did you pass the afternoon, Cassandra?” The Baron asked, no one at the table said anything. Cassandra glanced up at him, “I work out in the gym with Katia and Francoise.”

“Like it?”

“Like, that’s…” she paused, and he waited, as did the other two women: “It’s a new rule for me,” she concluded, “and I think, to be honest, I’d rather swim. I think, to be honest, I’d rather swim.”

The Baron smiled at her as he remembered the night he and Katia had toyed with her in the pool, that was a smart answer, “Then you’ll swim more often, I think Katia would rather use the gym, but take it from myself, the pool will always have an appeal.”

Robert grasped that there was something in the words and made up his mind to join in, “I like to swim too, when are we going to have a three man race. Francoise will only doggy style in shallow water, Cherry, right?”

“I don’t like water,” replied Francoise, “so cold and damp.”

“Of course it’s damp, water!” Her husband laughed, and even Clara laughed.

After coffee and white two places, Clara was sent to the third floor to watch the kids and replace the Scottish nanny for the rest of the day. The five adults went off to listen to talk for a while about celebrity anecdotes Cassandra had never heard before.

Finally, the Baron glanced at his watch, “I think it’s time we all went upstairs, tonight happens to be a friendly gathering, and tomorrow night I’ve decided to have a match, but haven’t settled on what.”

“I knew you had plans, I can hardly wait to hear you go on.” Françoise laughed out loud and slipped a skeletal shoulder over his. “Either way, a friendly gathering sounds wonderful, doesn’t it, Robert?”

Robert didn’t object a bit; he was craving the slim, shirking girl, and it was obvious that Detective had called her on it, too. “I’m a sociable person by nature!” He laughed out loud, and Catia giggled along with him.

“He did,” she said to the unspoken Cassandra, “once we spent the night at Lorraine’s villa and he had seven girls in one night, but of course he was young then!”

“I can’t think of anything like that,” Francoise said.

“We don’t know each other yet, Cherry, or how could I be so energized?” Robert smiled through his teeth, “That was the biggest party we’ve ever had at our villa in Detroit.”

“Is it for Marita’s birthday?” Katya asked.

Cassandra was surprised to see shadows rise in the Baron’s eyes as if he was pulling out a bit too painful back billion, “I’m sure it is, let’s go, Luz is coming to clean up.”

They walked briskly up the stairs to Ketia and Diété’s large suite, and they walked through Diété’s changing room to enter, Cassandra hesitating in the doorway. The Baron gave her a firm shove in the back, wordlessly urging her to go in.

Francoise looked at her, “You got a new bed! Is it even bigger than the last one, and does it have ringing bells on it?” She looked around and expressed her happiness that she could live with the bell in one piece, “Yes, how moving, you remember the maid–Suzanne? –We kept her locked up for three days, only letting Robert come and see what she wanted to eat and drink, do you still have that videotape? That was the best weekend we ever had here.”

“Perhaps tonight’s will be better,” the Baron said, beginning to undress and signaling Cassandra to do the same. She automatically complied, although she was still scared from the copious amounts of wine and brandy she had consumed at dinner.

The crotch of her leg still ached with excitement. But as she undressed, the outline of her body pinched out by the belt remained clear enough for the other four people in the room to see. Françoise was so busy undressing that Catia smiled faintly at her when she saw it, and Robert noticed it too, wondering if it was a mark made by Dieter the night before. Whether he would be able to kiss those marks this night, too, and get extra pleasure, would be a perfect counterpoint to his friend’s cruel teasing.

Katia pulled off her silk pants, her bottom naked, and she reached down to touch her pubic bone, then her ass, making a tease.

Robert always admired Katia’s body, her rounded curves were beautiful and so incredible from the side, and her character was not a little tender, making her feminine physical features even more prominent. Another good thing is that you don’t hurt her too much. Françoise didn’t like to be touched and marked and hurt too badly, though she was happy to do that to people, and with Katia he could give vent to all his desires and leave pain behind, just don’t hurt her feelings.

Pain wasn’t the first thing that came to mind tonight, tonight he was going to get to know Cassandra gradually, let her enjoy a body that was relatively inexperienced to her, give him some new experiences so she would remember him.

As soon as they were all stripped, they collapsed on the bed, Cassandra being pushed up by the other two women, her instincts still flinching, which aroused Robert all the more, and the Baron’s cunning eyes watched, appraised, and made their judgment of them.

It was a horrible time for Cassandra, she’d managed to get through the experiment of being watched for sexual pleasure and once being played with by a couple of people, but this was the second time she’d had to actively participate in group intercourse, it was so hard!

The Baron didn’t reach out to help, he let the two women start teasing her, watching their hands and mouths work their evil on Cassandra as Robert started kneading Cassandra’s ass, stopping from time to time to reach in and twitch a finger up her anus. When she wasn’t looking, she thrust up all at once, but she always felt what he was doing, while parting a little to allow easier access. It wasn’t easy to take advantage of those old, worldly women, he thought, they knew all the tricks.

After tangling for a while, the three women parted, the Baron and Robert being more aggressive and proactive than they usually were in making love. The Baron knew that Françoise liked to be bitten, and he soon got busy attacking her earlobes and the lower part of her neck, mostly with meticulous light carving, occasionally taking a big, sudden, hard bite that left teeth marks on her flesh, and, like Robert, he knew that she didn’t like to leave marks, and her body shivered pleasantly, which told him she just hated to play such tricks in the morning, making it take a long time to wear off during the day.

Eventually, Robert found he was able to get his hands on Cassandra. Dieter was straddling Francoise and Katia was sucking on her man’s cock and balls, taking turns taking them into her mouth, making that cock stand up straight and swollen. It was up to Robert and Cassandra to do as they pleased. He quickly pulled her over and before she could figure out what was going on, he sprinkled some powder onto her nipples.

She didn’t know what the white powder was, but it made her nipples erect, so vigorously that the hot blood began to rise to the tops of those two peaks, so that there was an unendurable rush there, more exciting than if Robert had touched them with his hands. He watched the tiny buds of flesh blossom, the fibers of the breast skin taut, the nipples becoming stiff lumps of flesh, and then scraped and touched them with the inner wrist of his hand, the nipples so hard that they seemed to meet his flesh tenaciously. Cassandra moaned with an indescribable rush, all triggered by his touch.

Robert saw a pleasant gleam in her eyes, her mouth gaping open, and he lowered his head and covered it with his own, moving his tongue gently inside her lips, gently working her upper lip before sliding it up to her teeth and plunging it more eagerly into the cavity, her tongue meeting him with the same enthusiasm.

Her bulging, burning nipples were still too eager, and she was conscious of the sound of them “crashing” inside her. Knowing how far her nipples should swell, Robert reluctantly moved his mouth to her tits, licking them greedily, doing his preferred tugging and sucking, and she was so over-excited that she felt he was giving it his all. Her moans increased and her tits swelled further; more impulsive, too called for her to feel sudden, her whole body thirsting for release, mucus staining her pubic hair.

Robert was still sucking on the cocoa-solid powder, admiring the taste of her quivering tongue, and later he wound his tongue under her breasts, and even then she was still trembling with the arrival of her arousal. Her flesh smelled warm and feminine to him.

Cassandra floated in the lake of pleasure and lust, the sounds of waves and lewdness all around her body. Françoise’s voice was particularly loud. The sounds weren’t exactly harassing her, they were adding to her own excitement, and she was wondering why she was so jumpy. Robert’s hand began to probe her leg, flinched, and she regained her senses, her body recalling the marble penis that had forced itself upon her just that afternoon, and she scrambled her legs together, not wanting him to enter.

Robert was surprised, at first he thought she was being coy with him, resistance made the captive extra valuable, but her thighs refused to part, allowing him to push and pull roughly. His cock was already hard as hell and he went hard to break her legs.

Cassandra knew she couldn’t afford to piss him off, and certainly couldn’t refuse him doing what everyone else in the room was doing, she’d done it herself with the Baron, but her body refused to obey her intention to open her legs, and his hand was already forcing its way into the crotch of her tight thighs and beginning to explore the lips of her pulsating cunt, and she heard her own little screams of resistance to him.

The Baron heard it too, and he quickly and carefully rolled off of Françoise while prying Ketia’s head away from the crotch of his leg as he rounded the circular bed and came toward Cassandra, “It’s all changed!” He stated bluntly, though Françoise declared that Robert was not offended.

“She wouldn’t have been joking then,” he muttered naively, pushing her back to his friend.

“Try again,” whispered the Baron, pleasantly seeing Ketia’s head burrow into the crotch of Francoise’s leg, “you may need this,” and he handed over a small cooler.

“It sure wouldn’t fit on this pair of asses!” Robert laughed out loud, his good natured humor reducing some of the awkwardness, after which he busied himself with Katya. Spreading her knees, she rode down on top of Francoise, and while she wasn’t looking, slipped in an oscillator, which made her body jiggle in surprise.

Cassandra felt the baron’s long arms circle her and wished to stop on shaking. She knew he was angry, and that wasn’t the way it had been intended to come across, yet she couldn’t tell her about the afternoon because Katya would reprimand her.

“Be quiet,” he said softly, letting his strong hand run down her spine, and he felt her tits rubbing against his thick chest hair, and she was still shaking, and his hand went over the side, back and forth, stroking and caressing the lower part of her waist, his fingers wrapping around one hated pelvic bone to the other, and in this way pressing her bare upper body against his chest, so that he could feel the pinch of the the full extent of her erect penis between their two abdomens.

She finally calmed down and he had her lay on her back on the bed and pulled a large box out from under the pillow. Cassandra looked toward him, her eyes fluttering shut in curiosity as she let his fingers dip in the box, yet held it up in front of her eyes for her to see, “You know what, it’s just a little cold cream to make it easier for you.”

She knew he was about to come and touch the place Robert had just touched. Though still cringing inside, she didn’t dare to keep her legs together any longer; more or less, he seemed surprisingly aware of her fear, anyway, as his fingers carefully parted the lips of her outer cunt, the cold frosty coolness marvelously soothing her flesh, which had been burning like a fever ever since the women had gotten her off the table.

His right hand meticulously applied the cold cream, deep into the entrance, all the tiny folds, and the area that still hid the clitoris, his fingers at work and his tongue not to be left idle, wrapping around her navel, wearing her zebra stripes to reach her waistline, where he knew it was also highly sensitive.

It wasn’t until he felt the little bud of flesh begin to swell and peek out from under the cover of her pussy that he allowed his finger to continue down, he dipped his finger in the box of cold cream again and then touched the opening of her cunt with his pinky finger so easily that she immediately attempted to flinch and he had to use his mouth to quell her screams before the next person knew that there was a big fuss going on.

“Let me fuck you, Cassandra,” he whispered in her ear, “hold back and point your opening at me so I can poke in easily.”

She gulped deeply and he could see the veins popping in her neck as if she were a collared animal, and he was amazed at the stubborn resistance, especially as she fought to obey him, his hand finding her womb and her obediently prostrate buttocks, thrilled that he could now apply the cold cream to her more easily.

Now that his little finger was free to move in and out of her womb, she didn’t even feel it as he started kissing her mouth again.

Normally he didn’t care for this type of kissing, but though he started kissing her, not wanting to call her to know what he was doing, he couldn’t help but continue. Her mouth was sweet, their saliva mixing together as he nipped her bottom lip with his teeth, his own arousal rising and he had to lift his body a little to make the pressure lessen.

After he finished kissing her, he managed to insert three fingers, the cold cream coating them inside and out, and he quickly climbed on top of her, placing his legs in hers, and slid his cock into the soft, impressionable channel where it had been ravaged that afternoon. The cold frost had benefited her, and he found it particularly cool there this time, in as marked a contrast as he had usually found it particularly warm. Cassandra ended up realizing that his was already inside her, and he held his breath in case the orgasm came too quickly for him to enjoy it.

“Wrap your legs around my ass,” he instructed her, and Cassandra circled her legs, but there was no pain, just a strange coolness that accompanied his throbbing root handle, and she poked him a little deeper into her fresh, arousal-inducing, hot and cool, loose and tight complexity, and after just a few pokes, he felt his balls sizzle, and he couldn’t hold back his pleasure, and he “shuddered” as he erupted inside her. Unable to hold back, he erupted inside her, his hands squeezing her shoulders as he “shuddered” in his pleasure.

He knew she hadn’t reached her sacrificial climax yet, but at least she’d passed the barrier Katya had put up for her in the gym, and he wilted, sliding off of her, and he saw Robert ready to pick up where he’d left off, and Robert was clearly determined that he had to tease her until she got it out of her system.

A constricting ring was attached to his cock. All at once Robert slid his full cock into her hole. The cock like a bulging ball would stir the libido and tease Cassandra’s clitoris.

Francoise liked the apparatus herself, helping the surprised Cassandra sit up, waiting for Robert to lie down on his back, and then letting the clueless girl get on top of him.

“You’re better up there,” Francoise explained, “so you can be as excited as you want to be, and if Robert finishes too fast, it’s going to be as hard as it’s going to be.”

Cassandra didn’t like the look on the sex helper’s face, but the Baron’s attention had turned to Katia and she couldn’t find a replacement and had to be directed by Robert and his wife, and for the first time, she found herself on top of a man, and to Francoise’s amusement she was in trouble; the position wasn’t right. In the end the Brazilian woman just had to crouch down and help her husband put his cock in the girl’s opening. The sensation of her fingers touching Cassandra’s belly was thrilling. The belly tensed up and Francoise smiled, waiting to help.

Robert began to jack him up, poking upward hard, twisting his hips so that the constriction ring bulge squirmed over the clitoral area, the clitoris itself being rasped and pulled out, the slight rise and contraction hitting the highly sensitive flesh making Cassandra’s nerves come alive with excitement.

The cold frost inside surprised Robert, although at first he couldn’t figure out if he liked it or not, which meant that Cassandra’s pussy wasn’t as tight as he’d hoped it would be, which would give him better control over his own orgasms.

For a long time he toyed with the woman on top of him, making her raise her ass so that he had only a little of the head of his cock in the mouth of the uterus, and then lowering her ass and pressing her clitoris and inner labia hard against his “spigot handle”. Her breathing began to quicken and a red cloud rose on her eyelids. He told her to lift her hips again, ordering her to remain calm and let the intense, accelerating excitement subside. Only then did he tell her to lower her ass. Sometimes she had to sit motionless on him, waiting for him to move her ass, and he stalled until she couldn’t help but scream out in excitement.

Since he had nothing else better to do with his hands, he played with her tits and also pressed his hands firmly against her stomach, squeezing the taut muscles and admiring the initial pleasant throbbing, so that the circle of arousal he had lassoed bounced along with it.

As he continued to play “cat and mouse” with her, Françoise joined in, ruffling Cassandra’s back with her hair, waving her own head back and forth from one side to the other like a brush, letting the ends of her hair touch Cassandra’s asshole, gently spreading the two rounded ass cheeks and flicking them with her tongue, making Robert order Cassandra to sit quietly from time to time. Robert ordering Cassandra to sit quietly from time to time.

Cassandra was having a hard time complying, her body shaking “soooo” so that he reached up and yanked her against him, the rubberized constricting ring embedded in the twitching flesh almost pushing her over the edge into an early seizure.

Finally Robert knew he couldn’t control himself either, he jammed his hands around Cassandra’s waist and like a horseback rider got her to press up and down on his sharp edge, increasing the speed so that her pussy lips pushed and pulled and her clitoris was erect with excitement, Francoise turned and snapped four of her fingers into Cassandra’s abdomen just above the pubic bone, rubbing it in a circle to increase the intensity, and Cassandra suddenly fell back, her back vertebrae arched with Extremely aroused, it was hard to escape the wonderful, unparalleled release of this taut body being held by a sexually experienced husband and wife, and her eruption pushed Robert to the edge of joy. He cried out and let his semen shoot straight into the attractive girl for the first time.

Exhausted, Cassandra found herself leaving him, but, they didn’t want to let her go just yet. Katya, who had now been enjoying the Baron’s difficult teasing, suddenly sat up and pushed back against her rival as she lowered her head and began to run her tongue into the crotch of Cassandra’s leg, licking up bit by bit to clean the cold cream that the Baron had put on it, and then later letting her tongue snake upwards like a snake so that she licked up Robert’s cum again as it seeped out of the mouth of Cassandra’s uterus.

This was more than Cassandra’s body could handle. They all wished to continue, her body still throbbing from the experience she had just had, Katya peeled back her vulva so the others could see the still vibrantly throbbing flesh, which brought the receding clitoris back into view.

Katya looked toward Francoise and asked her to help. Françoise wrapped her fingers around Cassandra’s pubic hair, pulling up the skin in such a way that the clitoral cover automatically receded back. The two men watched without saying a word, but kept their distance without coming closer.

Cassandra’s tired eyes closed. Katya nodded toward Francoise, her hand movements unchanged, but her fingers pressed downward more forcefully, making sure that this time the stubborn clitoral cover retreated back.

It only took a moment for Katya to see the joy button, now yearning to recover from the day’s excitement. She lowered her head and bunched her tongue around this sensitive nerve center, the lump of flesh trying to flinch but with nowhere to hide.

The Baron went over to her, a glass amine bubble in his hand, which he brought up to her nose. She gasped, and immediately all the pain disappeared, and her whole body overcame the wave of excitement that washed over her, not waiting for the effects of the drug to begin to wane, as her heartbeat gradually slowed down and returned to normal.

Katya looked at her longtime sex partner, hatred merging in her eyes, “You made her like it, you spoiled it for me, it’s my pleasure, not hers.”

“I’m tired of your cruelty,” he said lazily, ruffling the hair from her wet forehead, and Cassandra moaned pleasantly, the medicine still working, putting her overworked sensitivities in their place.

He didn’t want a scene of tragedy, this day was as good as he had originally envisioned, so he walked over to Ketia and turned her around on her stomach so she was on her knees with her head against a pillow and Francoise could go suck on her tits while he brought in a simulated large penis with artificial large bubbles behind it, sort of testicles, and he filled the bubbles with mild soapy water. He knew that Ketia liked to take this big cock and ring it in through her anus, especially if there was a woman playing with her clit and tits at the same time, but he wanted to see how much she would like the soapy water in there, the water that would be pushed in through her anus.

Francoise was busy doing what she and Katia both loved to do, and soon Katia was urging the Baron to use his fake penis quickly, “Patience, my dear, the longer you take it the more pleasurable it will be.” He reminded her. Robert watched the preparations with interest, wondering just how long Katia could be patient.

The head of the dildo was carefully poked into her ass as she prodded her hips to make the penetration come easier, and then she clenched it tightly, and the sensation was marvelous, along with Francoise’s clever teasing of her clit.

At first she rather enjoyed it, extremely much as if a man were fucking her to cum, though in somewhat greater quantities. But then the soap kicked in and made her shiver straight away, her tub was foaming horribly and she was going to lose control and embarrass herself in front of all of you if she didn’t get out and relieve herself, but the Baron still held his cock and wouldn’t let her go as he continued to push the last of the soapy liquid into her anus and intestines.

“Hold it in, honey,” his voice was silky smooth, “show your self-control and let the venting come a little later,”

Francoise, unaware of what was happening, continued to come and rotate Katia’s suds-filled stomach in her fingers, when suddenly Katia avoided her hand and rolled sideways off the bed straight down the lavatory, screaming out before the Baron pulled out his cock, fearing that her own rectal muscles could not control the catastrophe.

She sat down on the toilet and sobbed silently, and Katya knew that the Baron had designed this game much differently than before.

This time, it was clear that she was being used as a sacrifice, and she didn’t want to be, next time she would have to be careful, she couldn’t plan on hurting Cassandra again, she would have to defend her territory with every other weapon she could possibly utilize, and this intruder, the moment she arrived, spoiled everything.

Just as Ketia cried and conspired, and the other three showered, dressed, and exchanged goodnights, Cassandra slept through her nightmares. It was thought that the Baron had carried her to her room and pulled the down comforter over her so that the warmth would wrap around her.

He is looking forward to tomorrow’s game.