Cassandra’s Purgatory (3)

Chapter 10

“I hate that woman,” Katia said through gritted teeth to Françoise as they both saw Cassandra through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She was strolling through the courtyard, chatting with one of the workers about the baron’s new pebble trail. “Ever since she arrived, he’s changed, everything is different.”

Françoise smiled and said, “Nothing lasts forever, isn’t it for that reason that we have to have men? None of us can follow a routine life.”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Catia took over impatiently, “of course I don’t wane because my family is going through the motions and having intercourse every Wednesday and Saturday night, but sometimes I think that Detective is just wasting away, and he’s got that same look in his eyes now that he had when he ran into Marietta. “

“She hasn’t gone far!” Francoise laughed out loud.

Ketia, endeavoring to remove that shadow, turned to her friend and said, “This is it, Francoise, she’s better at coaxing men than Marietta, and with no children to pester her, I can’t afford to pay for her to stay here.”

Françoise watched with interest as her own husband climbed the pebble path with Cassandra. She saw him put his skeletal arm around the woman’s waist and talk, noting that Cassandra had taken the excuse to look down to order some sort of field object, cleverly avoiding his playfulness.

“She’s definitely got something special about her, and I find her very appealing to me, unlike Clara, who, of course, is just a fabulous doll, and Cassandra is a challenge.”

Ketia frowned, once people called her a beauty, soon wrinkles crept up her forehead, “I don’t need you to praise her, what I want to know is what can I do with her? Dieter has never humiliated me like he did last night before she came.”

“For myself,” smiled Francoise, “I like enemas; they have a pleasant taste, the most pleasurable thing in modern times.”

“There was a little bit of unhappiness last night because I didn’t want to use it and he had no right to treat me that way.”

Francoise looked at Katia in amazement, “With you, he has the right to do whatever he likes, isn’t it time you persuaded him to marry you? You stayed here only because he wanted you to.”

Ketia moved closer to the Brazilian girl, “Help me, Francoise, how can I make sure she loses it?”

“Lost what?”

Ketia knew that that game could only be played in the dark, so she did her best to rephrase, “So that I can’t see her, of course Ro.”

“I think all you can do is wait, and eventually Detective will push her so far away that she’ll brake the flavor and piss him off. Robert always says that Detective has the lowest level of connubiality of any man he’s ever met, and, as a friend, I think I should give you a warning.”

“What is it?” She asked simply, she didn’t like persuasion, even if she needed it.

“Your penchant for inflicting pain is not something that Detective appreciates.”

“Of course he likes it, he always has fun fucking me from that direction.” Katya said complacently.

“Yes, because you’re willing. He’s very reluctant to create real pain because people don’t take it well, and he doesn’t like it when you hurt people.”

Katya knew her friend was right, but just a little bit out of her league, “What am I supposed to do? Just let him rut and have his fun? She’s here and the whole rule set for her is to teach her to exercise self-discipline.”

“There must be limits,” whispered Françoise, surprised to see Robert still following Cassandra around the garden.

“If anything, this is the first time.”

“I merely advise you,” said Francoise, deciding to go to the gardens himself, “it would be better to wait your turn, I don’t doubt that Detective will have plenty of ideas to test Cassandra’s true worth, and I’ve thought about how long it would take to get a cringing Englishwoman to attract his attention. It’s hard to imagine her becoming part of his terrific social circle.

“I think you’re right, but it’s not easy,” Katya breathed, wishing there weren’t so many camera trackers and microphone probes in the house.

“What fun would life be if it were easy? Compare it with my childhood, when Robert and I met and all our problems vanished. Now I shall go and talk to my husband, and play with Clara for a little carnal excitement; she has a passion for Dieter, and that is really moving. I must try to persuade him to fuck her one more time before we leave.

The conversation did not quell Kaitia’s anger. She recognized that she had to be wise; Francoise was almost certainly right when she said Cassandra wouldn’t stay long, yet there was always the specter of Marita within her. No one would have called Marita speculator if the Dieter wife hadn’t been so stubborn and debilitated, after giving birth to Krystyna. When she joined her husband’s social circle, it was always with great reluctance. He had accepted her in the past as a person taken only from appearance, and once she was dead, he had resumed, chasing the wind to engage in every possible challenge, but there had been a present crisis, and Katia had realized the possibility of the end of their relationship, this time again. Either way, she had to make sure that Cassandra was taken off, just her, Katia herself, without physically hurting him.

About four o’clock in the afternoon, as they lay together in the yard enjoying the heat of the sun, the baron rose, clapped his hands, and said, “I’m bored,” he declared, “and I think it’s time for us to have a match.”

“What match?” Francoise asked, Clara was lying next to her, she was constantly kneading Clara’s big tits while making her eat the dried mushrooms in her mouth, each time their lips touched once, exciting Clara and making her shy.

“You will see,” said the Baron, showing his teeth again like a boy.

Sitting in a rocking chair, reading a book, Cassandra raised her eyes and glanced around, seeing the dimpled smile on his face that she could never help but be drawn to. She felt a sharp tremor on her physical side. She hated high with him staring right at her, “Cassandra, come with me. You’re in the lead in this game. Katia, take Françoise, Robert, Clara and Peter up to the penthouse in fifteen minutes.”

“Luz?” Robert asked, always enjoying having the little maid in attendance.

“Luz is the other main character, she’ll be with us, come on Cassandra,” he said as he reached over and pulled her to her feet. She stood up, but reluctantly, suddenly realizing that other people were looking at her, and she guessed that the match probably wouldn’t be to her liking.

The Baron snapped his tongue impatiently, “What’s the matter with you, are you tired of us already?”

She shook her head and tried to smile at him, reaching a hand out to him, his fingers tightening around hers, this time Kaitia looked as if she didn’t see it and smiled at her, making the small woman even more worried.

The house seemed darker than the sunny courtyard, and Cassandra practically groped her way up to the second floor as the Baron took her by the waist, visibly amused by her nervousness.

Cassandra was afraid he would lead her to the room where Luz had been cut down, but the one she entered was much larger than that, and almost as sumptuous as the first-floor parlor.

As if it were a bedroom, with two beds in the middle of the floor, not the usual style, but a Victorian parlor chaise lounge with a rounded backrest at one end.

Luz was already waiting there, standing in her uniform against the window, and she smiled sweetly at the Baron, who made no sign, but merely pointed to a chaise-bed and said, “Take off your clothes, put on your stockings and garters, and lie down on that. Cassandra, you lie on that same bed.”

“I’m not wearing stockings,” Cassandra said a little nervously.

He pointed to a stool beside him, “It’s got everything you want on it, hurry up, they’ll be here soon, you two need to be ready.”

“What happens then?” Cassandra asked.

“We will see how you have learned to control yourselves, see the clock on the wall?” The two women looked up and saw that there was indeed a large clock on the wall facing them. “As soon as the game begins, the large clock moves and goes on for an hour, during that hour we will take turns teasing you and see how many times we can get you excited. I will be extremely disappointed if it goes more than twice, I was hoping that one of the two of you would last the hour without getting horny even once,” he scanned their faces with a slight smile, “Maybe I’m being overly optimistic, huh?”

Cassandra began to feel hot, an awkward lust surging through her body, “What will happen if it happens more than twice?”

“That tells me how many more extra training sessions you need. Luz has been with us for almost a year, and now it’s time for me to license her. Her body has learned to look forward to ways to delay her pleasure.”

“Is there a prize for the winner?” Luz asked, owing up from her recliner.

“No, only the losers are punished.”

“What kind of punishment,” Cassandra’s eyes stayed glued to his, to find some kind of emotion running through them.

“I’ll have to think about it! Ah, here they are. I’ve been telling them about the contest, and now I’ll tell you the rules.” After he’d gone over them, Katya felt much happier. Luz was already well-trained!

She had had enough of it in the previous weeks. Her body was used to submitting to whatever kind of indignity either Katya or the Baron himself imposed on it. Cassandra was practically untrained, except during sex scenes, and her body was happy to rush and accept that quickly arousing sensitivity. Katia was fairly certain Luz would hate winning this fight easily.

“Can we do what we want to do, get them in heat?” Robert asked, his eyes already on Cassandra as he remembered the night before.

“No drugs,” his friend replied, “anything but cocaine and marijuana, the only rule is that you have to take it slow, we each spend ten minutes at a time on one of them.”

“Peter, Francoise and I will start messing with Luz, Robert, Katia and Clara will get Cassandra. Ten minutes and we’ll rotate again, all clear?”

They all got it, even Clara’s eyes lit up. All she knew was that it seemed like she could be in a constant state of excitement, here was finally a chance to tease someone. She hardly wanted to wait any longer. The Baron looked at their lids, lust filling them with a blush. He was glad to have come up with this little idea. He turned on the big clock quickly and the race was on.

Cassandra watched as Robert, Clara and Katya approached her, her insides curling into a ball of fear. They were skillful and fancy and knew quite well how to make her lash out, and she had to press on hopelessly now.

Remembering to do it slowly, Robert slowly undid the garter belt and wiped down her stockings, taking them off inch by inch down to the ball of her foot, where he tickled the padded flesh at the base of her toes with his fingers, causing her to hold her breath. He did it again on her other leg. This time she knew he was going to do it again, so she arched her little foot in advance, spreading her fingers even wider to touch the soft pad of flesh. This time he rubbed it with his fingers, and shivers of pleasure rose up her leg.

As soon as her socks were off, Robert sat at the foot of the reclining bed and let her foot go down to the crotch of his pants to rub the flap that was sticking out of the top of his pants so that she was aware of his excitement, and he began to take turns licking and sucking on her toes, and she moaned with pleasure as the delicious sensation ran up her leg right into the crotch of her thighs.

Robert was busy as Katya took a bolster and shoved it under Cassandra’s ass so that her stomach stood up and she wanted to watch her abs bounce wildly as Cassandra began to restrain her first arousal.

Clara at first felt she couldn’t bring herself to touch the pale, slender body in the recliner, and finally summoned up the courage to pick up a long, pointed feather from the bedside table. She used the feather to brush Cassandra’s small tits, watching the tight nipples begin to swell, and Clara’s little tactless touch caused Cassandra to moan and exhale through clenched teeth as waves of joy roiled over her breasts.

Her belly was elevated by the pillow, and Kaitia couldn’t help but reach out and scrape the sensitive flesh, rubbing it back and forth up and down from her belly to her waist. Cassandra’s body shuddered and Catia remembered seeing Detective’s hand pressed into her loin eye, she did the same thing, taking her fingers and rubbing her loin eye. This time Cassandra jumped, her breath catching in her throat.

Regretting just teasing her toes, Robert began to stick his tongue out and lick her legs, especially at the bend of the knee and then the inside of her thighs, and he couldn’t resist a gentle nibble with his teeth, all the while Clara was teasing her nipples, and Caitia was teasing the spreading flesh of Cassandra’s lower abdomen, and this made the crotch of Cassandra’s legs wet, and Robert saw the appearance of fine dewdrops of crystalline glistening on her thick pubic hairs.

Cassandra was going crazy with this wonderful torture. She knew it hadn’t even been ten minutes, her body was close to giving out, and she heard her own suppressed moans, while three feet away Lou  was silent.

She felt Robert’s hand warmly parting her outer labia. He parted them so slowly that her legs froze and she tried to tense herself against his touch. He lowered his head and let his long hair tease and brush her stomach and the roots of her legs, a new sensation, highly arousing her flesh with. He kept parting her labia with amazingly delicate movements until he could see her rapidly swelling clitoris and the moist slime around that fleshy bud, the undeniable proof of her arousal.

“Time for the exchange,” he called out forcefully. Robert was going to take another bite, but knew it wouldn’t be fair and reluctantly stood up as Katya grabbed the feather from Clara’s hand and pushed her towards Luz, whose shaking body was struggling to regain its composure.

As soon as Robert stood up, Cassandra let her knees drop apart and let out a breath that seemed to soothe the pleasure swirling in her breasts and belly.

The Baron looked at Cassandra’s shrugging belly, swollen flesh, and stiff nipples, and knew that she was already struggling to stabilize herself. He wasn’t surprised; it was a weakness that had long been reckoned with. Sexual recreation had become a part of her life, endurance was a new subject for her, and it was expected that she would lose the game. What he wanted to know was how far she would lose and how many more lessons she would have to take before he would be satisfied and accept her as a coach.

Francoise immediately went to Cassandra’s side of the bed and rolled Cassandra over so that her belly was pressed against the pillow, which rested on the edge of the bed, forcing her head, and breasts, to dangle towards the floor.

She felt the baron licking her toes, his tongue moving slowly, slower than Robert’s, teasing her toes right into spasms, and since it was a do-over, the pleasure actually seeped into bitterness, and instead of using her tongue, she used her mouth to suck on the belly of her calf, leaving tiny, moving red teeth marks there.

Cassandra twisted on the pillow in excitement, but soon stopped as the pressure increased the arousal and the blood that passed through her dangling breasts even rushed faster. It was breasts like that that aroused Peter’s interest, and he took a length of thin cotton rope, and with a lick of his tongue, looped it into a sheath around the already swollen nipple, and did the same with the other nipple, so that Cassandra bolted about both nipples, and then began to suck until the bolted, tight, wet threads embedded themselves into the incredibly sensitive flesh, and it was impossible to swell them open any further. Cassandra sighed as the pain of the skin mingled with the sensations of pleasure, rising in a hot, fiery, vaguely aching flame, just like Katya and Francoise had shown him, reminding her that her body’s thirst for eruption was like a flood, unstoppable and instantaneous.

Cassandra’s breathing quickened and she raised her head, hoping to survey the clock to see how long the second ten minutes had passed. But Peter was in her line of sight, and Françoise was busy pushing and pulling her body so that she lay flat on her back, pressing pillows against her breasts so that the Baron’s and Françoise’s attention was focused on her lower half.

The Baron parted her thighs and reached underneath to hold them up, seeing the crotch of her thigh dripping with slime.

He inserted the tip of his thumb into her uterus and the other fingers tapped rhythmically on the surrounding skin.

Cotton cords were bolted tightly around her fire-like nipples, swollen against the plush pillows. Cassandra’s ass twisted hard, that rotten hand of the Baron’s still accompanying the bouncing muscle strokes as if something was sending electricity through her body, a sensation like sawed lightning that rose from her thighs to her breasts.

Cassandra’s legs tensed as she felt Francoise’s tongue licking her sensitive groin, the Baron aroused such a high level of passion in that particular spot that she thought she was going to let it out immediately, the pleasure was simply too much to contain.

“No, not yet!” The Baron roared gruffly, his words ripping through the thick curtain of lust and reminding her that she would pay the price if she lost to Lulutz. She wailed commiseratingly and tried to push her breasts out of the pillows to quell the pleasure, but Peter pushed her back onto the bed while reaching down and grabbing a handful of her nipples, making them hard and toppling out again.

Suddenly she heard Luz scream up, “No, please, no, not yet, please!” The fact that she sounded so desperate gave Cassandra a handful of confidence that at least Luz was finding it hard to hold back as well.

“Time!” Robert repeated, decisively releasing his fingers as Cassandra’s body went limp.

Katia and Robert came over to manipulate her for a second time, although their hands were still warm and tide-lakey with Luz’s slime, which had just made Luz bitterly happy. Cassandra was flipped over again, and the pillow was made to cushion under her ass again, once again placing her in the position where she would be most likely to get aroused and rut.

Robert carefully peeled back the outer labia that were trembling and so sticky that they barely separated. Once separated, Robert propped them up wide enough for Katya to put in a thin, long plastic stick so that just a light pressure on the little meaty boner with the tip of the stick was sure to provoke an erection in Cassandra’s most delicate parts.

Cassandra let out a long ragged sigh as she felt the taste of the cool little plastic stick and had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. She felt Robert pinch into her labia again, such constant unavoidable pressure added to her entire cleft, yet he made her rest one leg on the other so that the pressure of the stick wedged in her labia was even more forceful, causing constant arousal in her body, making her enough to eat her whole pain-making parts alive, knowing that such arousal was just the right thing to utilize if she wanted to have a seizure.

Clara began to twirl her favorite feather again, only this time she was teasing Cassandra’s armpits, the side of her neck where the pulsating shoulder strings seemed to throb, and then the underside of her breasts.

Peter’s string, which was still tied around her nipples, twirled around to her bellybutton, which made the unbearable belly bounce, and the hated little plastic stick twitch due to her movements.

Katya looked into the eyes of her hated rival, “How was it, Cassandra? Wasn’t it wonderful? Aren’t you looking forward to the final blow that will bring joy? How much longer can you hold back? Luz is still in good control, but you are getting close. Look at her, Robert, don’t give much more than that.”

Robert knew Katya was right, Cassandra’s belly was so taut it looked painful, her breasts swelled even more enthusiastically, and as soon as he saw her, the little plastic stick wedged in her suffering thighs made it hard for her to bear the excitement, so he said softly, “Let him get a rise out of it.”

“No, not yet!” Cassandra pleaded, “It’s too soon.”

“Sure, it’s too fast,” Katya laughed out loud, “but you’re a novice, you’ve got a lot to learn about your body.”

It was almost too much to bear, and Cassandra knew she couldn’t beat these experts. Robert told her to lower her legs and she knew they were going to change to something more exciting to tease her. As expected, Robert pressed his two strong hands against the sides of her thighs and rubbed and rubbed, knowing that her clitoris would follow suit, and the pressure of the plastic stick combined with the pressure of his hands forced Cassandra to her first orgasm.

Katya laughed out loud as the stick twirled one last time, touching the sensitive clitoris, Clara’s feather poking into her navel, and a white light flashed through Cassandra’s mind as her entire body bounced off the bed, and she cried out shrilly, the release of orgasm and the agony of defeat.

Beside her, Luz heard Cassandra’s screams and tightly balled her sweaty body against the effects. The Baron was using his tongue shrewdly. Francoise was working between her parted ass cheeks, and Luz, who could hardly resist the teasing, managed to slow her breathing when she heard Cassandra give out at the critical moment, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see the slender body of the bed still trembling with “squeals”.

“Time’s up,” the Baron shouted, clearly ignoring Cassandra’s screams of defeat, though he paused for a moment, just long enough to make a note in the column below the clock that belonged to her.

Since she really had reached orgasm, Cassandra thought it should be easier to endure another passion coming a little longer; half an hour had already passed, and she figured it was unlikely that she would be forced to fail once more. Luz’s breathing was now quite noticeable. If they each had an orgasmic outburst within the hour, neither of them would be considered a failure. She could then show the Baron that she was more in control than he had hoped.

However, the Baron knew that after one complete arousal, Cassandra would be likely to be more prone to further emotional peaks, although a different approach was necessary. First he and Francoise had her lie on her back and watched as Peter carefully sat between her unceremoniously parted thighs and filled her womb opening with a few small Japanese amusement balls, Cassandra was still sliding down from her crater, and rather than thrill her, the amusement balls enraged her, and the Baron knew that she would soon have to find out the pressure that would be generated by a much more aggressive approach.

After the ball was put in, she began to be moved up her legs and bent over her belly, but Francoise unlocked her now faded nipples before tweaking them with her teeth, her saliva covering them as her skin began to swell, cooled by the moisture in the air, I guess.

This time the pillow moved under Cassandra’s buttocks, and she was so surprised that Francoise came to the head of the bed and let her fingers play with her long black hair so that Cassandra’s body relaxed even more.

As she relaxed, the Baron and Peter got busy on her bottom. At first, the Baron ran his hands over her ass, enjoying the feeling the smooth skin gave him. He was careful not to startle her. His hand stroked back and forth up and down her spine, and later, when she was completely relaxed and alert, he let Peter gently shove a pointed nozzle into her tight black hole, which was immediately resisted. He kissed her caudal dorsal bone quickly, which was her weak point, and automatically her body opened up to him, but she still felt uncomfortable with the sensation the plug gave her. As soon as the nozzle was in he pressed the button and a thick stream of foam sprayed into her anus. Françoise was still stroking her hair and Cassandra tamed it, partly because she was fairly sure that what he was doing there wasn’t trying to get a rise out of her.

The Baron waited for her to accept the froth, Peter was seeing Cassandra’s naked body for the first time and his erection had been causing him pain, he climbed onto the reclining bed and slowly slid his cock into the opening which was now so lubricated his penetration didn’t cause her any pain at all, as soon as he had put it in he felt a froth wrap around him that he had never been exposed to before. He saw the annoyance in the Baron’s eyes and was so frightened that the orgasm he had been on the verge of rising quickly decimated him, and all he could do was rotate his hips and wriggle his throbbing glans inside Cassandra, bringing the foam to touch the thin walls of her womb.

Francoise moved Cassandra so that he was supported on his skeletal elbows and knees, the Baron stood up in front of her and unzipped his pants so that his own cock was sticking out, he reached out and held her already open lips, he could already see the avarice in her eyes, he thrust forward and she hungrily took a bite in her mouth, licking the head of his glans with her tongue and sucking it carefully and relentlessly.

Cassandra saw the excitement and pleasure in the Baron’s eyes, and she herself became even more excited, Peter’s skillful movements in her ass-crack had been far more effective than she felt herself, and the deep pain was dangerously increasing, but Cassandra was too busy licking the Baron’s cock and sucking on his glans to really appreciate it. When Peter’s cock touched a particularly sensitive spot, those Japanese amusement balls, which she had completely forgotten about, wriggled up inside her, while the Baron pushed forward with such force that the initial beads of semen oozed out of the tiny eyelet of the glans, which she could see clearly, moaning softly, almost frantic with excitement, causing so much wariness of her arousal to seep into Peter’s unexpected impulses in the forbidden areas of her body. She had thought that the rolling of the balls of amusement would stop her from getting excited a second time, but this mental defense also collapsed “suddenly”. Her body swelled to its fullest and the Baron happily retreated to safety. Peter was so tightly ensnared by her second orgasmic release that he couldn’t pull out and couldn’t control himself, letting his semen spill out.

Eventually both Peter and Cassandra were quiet, Peter, more than a little embarrassed, withdrew his cock and took a towel to wipe away the lather that had been mixed with his cum, Cassandra, paralyzed by her utter defeat, collapsed onto her arms.

“Twice.” The Baron said flatly, “I hope not again. You have twenty minutes to go.”

“I couldn’t help it,” Cassandra said, coming up for air, “I didn’t realize…” he turned away, not at all interested in her explanation, and made a second notation in her column.

“Ten minutes,” he shouted, and almost simultaneously, Luz let out a shrill yelp and tumbled up in despair, her legs pounding into the air. “Luz once,” the Baron added, but that wasn’t exactly good news for Cassandra.

Though Caitia, Robert, and Clara dealt with her equally skillfully for the next ten minutes, they were not able to provoke another orgasmic exhalation. After the exchange, they made up their minds to eventually force Luz to vent one more time as well, and Cassandra herself was struggling to fend off the Baron and his associates one last time.

At first, there didn’t seem to be much danger of her failing again, the Baron and Françoise just caressed her body, they manipulated her in a flirtatious way while Peter concentrated on teasing her breasts, then they stopped on teasing at the same time and Cassandra glanced at the clock, thinking that it might be an hour past the hour. In the brief moments of silence she could hear Luz breathing rapidly and knew that the woman was very close to her second orgasm and she came.

“Sit up, Cassandra.” The Baron said calmly, and she obediently raised her upper body to sit up, and Peter pulled the pillow away and threw it on the floor. “Here, lick your middle finger,” the Baron then added, her mouth suddenly felt dry, she tried her best to get some saliva out but was unable to, the Baron laughed as he motioned for Francoise to go and lick it for her.

He was sure Cassandra couldn’t have done it less than three times, and now there was even less doubt: “Touch your nipples with your fingers, a little heavier, dear! Francoise, lick her fingers again, they seem too dry.” Cassandra’s legs twisted, this time touching the nipples with a little more vigor, and the two caps began to bloom and swell.

The Baron laughed, “Good, go touch the crotch of your own leg, did the others get your amusing balls off?” She nodded. “Excellent, hurry up, we’re waiting.” Shy and wanting to have fun, Cassandra shuddered and probed her crotch. Peter quickly parted her vulva so that she could access the vaginal groove at once. The Baron was sure she would stimulate herself now. She wanted to scream but didn’t dare. Once again he saw the wonderfully infatuated indulgence in her eyes.

“Here, slide your fingers, darling! Let me watch while you amuse yourself. Tweaking the labia minora, poking the vaginal opening, poking in and letting the mucus ooze out will feel wonderful. Cassandra, I can see the thirst growing in your eyes. Do it, Cassandra, you know you will do it for me.”

She wanted nothing more than to please him, but she didn’t want to fail. She stared at him, her eyes were responding to obedience, it was a fatal mistake and he took advantage of it, she obeyed his commands one by one, getting to the point where her clitoris was finally revealed from its protective cover, proudly looming out, waiting for a finger to touch it, but this Cassandra noticed anyway, she didn’t touch it, instead she bypassed it, going to the labia minora, snapping it into the mouth of the uterus and even letting her finger enhance rubbing it out in the opening. Just not touching the living, vibrant flesh and bone at all, where it had given her body such a thrill.

The Baron watched their glistening, pink-tipped flesh, which deepened in color and breathed faster as the teasing of his fingers accelerated the blood flow. He moved away to see what Françoise was up to. She was licking Cassandra’s ear, letting the tip of her tongue lick in and out of the sensitive earhole, adding to the level of excitement caused by Cassandra’s own fingers.

Cassandra glanced at the clock with her eyes, realizing that she only had three minutes left, and it was over if she endured it. Within three minutes, Luz was sure to be aroused again, and she never would be.

“Now touch your core,” urged the Baron. “Touch where you want to touch; I have seen that place shiver with want; touch, Cassandra! Very slightly, as if passing by and accidentally next to it.”

Cassandra gulped hard and touched as he asked, thinking her body must be betraying her, but no, her breasts and stomach tensed, the flames of passion swept through her body without venting.

It was the Baron’s turn to be surprised, his eyebrows raised, “Once more, my love,” he said in a small voice, glancing at the clock, only two minutes left. Cassandra wanted to refuse, she knew that by doing so she would surely be unable to resist, she would surely be defeated, but he was staring at her so closely, almost letting out a desperate frantic scream, that she finally had to do as he intended, letting her fingers do the deed, all the while opening her mouth, steadying her breathing and relaxing the tension that she had already risen to.

He recognized what a trick she had played and was disappointed, but impressed with her control. Just at the last minute, Luz called out, “Yes! Oh, please, more please!” Her own nerves were excited to such an extent that Cassandra’s last touch, almost at the same time as Luz’s, commiserated for a long time, and this cry of joy in venting finally burst out, and the third orgasm erupted, amusingly enough as it took only the best part of three seconds to carry on a knot.

The Baron’s gaze was still on her as she gasped for air, her little tits quivering, her belly rising and falling once, sweat slowly seeping from between her breasts.

“Three times.” The Baron’s voice was full of excitement, his gaze soft, and Cassandra must have seen amused sympathy in it. He credited her once more, and added to Luz’s name, “Flagrant,” he said with satisfaction.

“But Luz won once,” Katya noted.

“Yes, I would have taken into account the time you spent training her, Katia, and the fact that the results shouldn’t have been so close.”

“A glorious contest!” Robert said with satisfaction, watching as Luz began to dress and Cassandra wore her hair down, sinking deeper into the reclining bed, her face hidden by her hair. “You’re so imaginative, Detective, we’ll have to play like that tomorrow, Clara’s stepfather is coming.”

Upon hearing the news, Clara yelped in alarm, and Francoise looked quite happy, “Does he have to intervene already?”

“Haven’t been here long, Francoise, just seeing what she’s learned from us.”

“I shall certainly make his visit agreeable,” said the Baron, with a light smile. “And, of course, call Clara’s favor.

Now, let’s go and get ready for supper, and then play bridge; a quiet evening will do for all of us.”

He watched as the others left the room, leaving him and Cassandra alone, she lifted her tear streaked face, “I lost,” she said out of the blue, “I can hold off for a little while longer if Luz doesn’t get aroused.”

“You still lost,” he pointed out, “she was bound to rise to the occasion, and you couldn’t follow suit in order to get even. Besides, though you have lost this little game, in the full contest it may be looked upon as a victory.”

“What full-scale competition?”

“You’ll find out later, my sweet girl,” he said softly, then reached up and gently stroked her messy hair before leaving her and heading back to his room to change and get ready for dinner.

Chapter XI

“Why doesn’t Clara’s mother come?” Cassandra asked Francoise the next day as they ate lunch, “The fact is she’s the one who should be most concerned, she kept Clara at home after all until she remarried.”

Françoise looked almost as confused as Cassandra about the would-be visit. She gave a little laugh, “She didn’t know Claude was coming here. She thinks he’s doing business in America.”

“Why won’t he bring her to see her daughter?”

“You silly girl, for Claude married Clara’s mother and fought for her daughter; he always likes young girls, and Clara is only eighteen, and he must have known that the only way he could get her daughter was through Elizabeth, and that only by marriage.”

“If so, why send her up to you to gain experience? Won’t he teach her himself? I know, for a man like that, that’s the main attraction.”

“He doesn’t want trouble. Clara would yell and scream, she did when I primed him, and there’s no way he’s going to let that happen in her mother’s house, is there?”

“Gee, I think very dreadful,” Cassandra winced, “I wonder how the Baron could not object to his coming to test her progress.”

Francoise laughed, “I can’t imagine how worried Ketia is about you. You basically haven’t changed at all, you’re another of Dete’s prey, so tightly grasped by him that you’re even willing to do anything he asks of you, secretly, you’re still you, you’re still incredibly traditional, conservative, I mean in terms of sexual interactions, and I think that in person you’re very attractive and overwhelmingly intelligent.”

“Does the Baron know Claude?” Cassandra pressed on, not intending any of the other women’s private comments, but only keeping an eye on the matter of Ketia’s apprehension.

“They’re alumni, Claude is a few years above them, and you should know that the men who come in and out of this mansion are ones that Detroit knew in his early years, he doesn’t want to get into trouble to make new male friends, and has tried to make some new ones in the past, but often they don’t understand his way of life. Not so with the women, who are always coming and going in this house.”

“What happened to his wife?” Cassandra hopes that François  will solve the mystery of her children’s mother’s death for her.

Francoise seems to be sitting on his hands. “No one is sure. Diété went to Austria for a few days, and on the very first night after he left, Marita got drunk and went swimming, or deliberately drowned herself. There were no signs, so it turned out to be considered an accident, but she and Diété had been arguing so violently that I think he believed she had committed suicide.”

“He’s sad?” Cassandra asked.

“No and not much, he started to get tired of her a long time ago, she was always crying and whining, but he was in love with her at one time and it probably called him sad, he just didn’t show it. The child still misses her, though he won’t let them mention it in front of him.”

“Did Katia meet him shortly after that?”

Francoise shook her head, “No, Ketia knew him long before he ran into Marita. They started over again.”

“So he didn’t think to marry her?” Cassandra asked with interest.

“A marriage about what, huh?” The Baron came up quietly and noiselessly behind them.

Francoise jumped in surprise, “We were talking about Marita, how the children miss her!”

He looked surprised, “Really, they told you that, Cassandra?”

“Didn’t exactly say that she was often mentioned in their conversations.”

“Krystina could not have had much memory of her, and without a shadow of a doubt Helena showed her photographs and told her stories about their beautiful mother!” His tone was contemptuous, and the good-natured Cassandra could not help thinking that Francoise had been too kind in saying that he had buried deeper feelings about her death.

“Is Clara ready?” Françoise asked him, desperate to change the subject.

He laughed, “I thought it was probably fine! Claude is going to have so much fun with her, you guys have produced a miracle in a short amount of time. Robert showed me a videotape of your initial training of her, making her performance today a clear indication of how quickly she has improved.”

The sound of a car rang out in front of the house, and a few minutes later, Katya and a tall, very distinguished man with brown hair that had gone gray walked in through the open floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Darling, you’re up at last!” Katya grunted, tiptoeing lightly over to kiss the Baron. “I took Peter to the airport to pick him up, he only had a couple of bells, but I told him you were already preparing him for Clara’s review.”

The Baron put his arm around the man who had spat him out a bit older, “Good to see you again Claude, how was the honeymoon?”

Claude made a gesture, “Elizabeth is more content than I could have hoped for, and being married to a Frenchman for so many years has obviously smoothed out all the wrinkles of this English excavation. I had to keep thinking about that daughter, in order to save the last bit.”

The Baron laughed, “How sad! May I introduce Cassandra to you? She’s my daughters’ new governess and the epitome of the sexually conservative Englishwoman, but we’re reforming her, aren’t we? Darling?”

The man’s eyes were pale blue, pale as if they were transparent, and he stared straight at her in a way that made Cassandra’s body hot and uncomfortable, “I think so,” she said dropping its eyelids.

The Baron stepped forward and took her by the waist, “You’ve seen it all! Come, let us go out into the courtyard. Françoise will go and bring Clara downstairs. We shall have tea on the terrace. I’ve hired a couple of men to pave a pebbled path for me, and they can pretend to be outsiders for a while; Katia, tell Luz to serve us refreshments.”

Robert, Claude, Cassandra, Katia, and the Baron settled into the assorted patio seating.

Luz served tea and then stayed next to the Baron, “You may go,” he said abruptly as he handed over the tray of dishes, Luz made a bow, but her disappointment was obvious.

After a while, Françoise came out of the house and walked across the lawn, followed closely by Clara. As they walked up the three steps, Cassandra could see that Clara had a broad collar around her neck, trailing a short lead rope. The collar had two separate belt loops that wrapped around the young girl’s large breasts, and with each tug of the leash, Clara’s head was forced up and down and back and forth, so that her breasts stood up even higher, with large, dark brown nipples that looked like they had swollen from evaporation due to the heat of the summer.

She was naked, except for a belt around her waist that tied a loop from front to back and another loop, the outer skin of black fur nestled tightly in the crotch of her leg.

Cassandra surveyed Clara’s stepfather, who sat serenely, his breathing slow and slow, but the hand resting on the arm of the chair trembled slightly, his cold dredged eyes fixed firmly on the towering tits, “You’ve done a beautiful job on her, Diété,” complimented Françoise as she passed in front of him, leading the girl by the hand. He reached out and patted Clara’s ass and teased the underside of the big heavy solid tits with his fingertips, “I think it passes muster.”

Francoise motioned for Clara to switch sides and walked past the adults who were watching, finally stopping in front of her stepfather, “Good afternoon, Clara,” he greeted her culturally, “I believe you’ve been doing very well since I last saw you.”

Clara shuddered and tried to lower her head, Francoise pulled on the leash to keep her from doing that, “She’s doing quite well,” the Brazilian woman told him, “just slow to accept it, as you warned us.”

“Excellent,” he said as he reached out with one hand to grip a ripe tit and Clara flinched backward, almost stepping on Francoise’s foot as she scrambled to keep her balance, not paying attention to grabbing the belt, the fur pressing even more tightly against the lips of her sex, causing her to gasp for air. Robert laughed out loud as Cassandra sat unsteadily in her seat. Feeling lust squirming in her stomach.

“May I show you how marvelous her reflection is?” Françoise asked.

Claude nodded, still unable to take his eyes off his stepdaughter’s swollen breasts, having coveted two tits like that for a long time.

With a smile, Françoise pulled a sable brush from a large pocket in her long skirt. Clara’s eyes were round and her tits were high, and she was all too familiar with that wonderful sensation as Françoise carefully and slowly tweaked her tits with the brush until her nipples bulged and hardened to the point where they couldn’t be swollen any further, and Clara began to feel her nipples tighten so much they ached and bit her lip.

Claude licked his lips, took the brush from Françoise and did it himself, paying special attention to the big nipples, teasing them with the brush tip with extreme warping so as not to incite a frenzy of arousal.

Clara’s mouth was open and her eyes sullen. “I’ve often toyed with her like that for hours at a time,” Francoise said, “it’s very much like that, I don’t think Clara needs to vent that much, she’d rather be teased to get aroused than to vent.”

“No!” Clara said listlessly, “That’s not true.”

“I wish you wouldn’t say my friend lied,” her stepfather said sternly. Clara shook her head uncomfortably, full of wonder as to why everyone was teasing her for fun, regardless of her extreme pleasantness.

Claude looked at his stepdaughter and knew his marriage was worth it. The somewhat overweight eighteen year old could be trained to be a flawless sexual partner. If she were a little thinner and had a well developed body, she would always be a bringer for any important occasion. By then Elisabeth should step aside.

“Would you like me to suck your nipples, Clara?” He asked his stepdaughter, her nipples glowing red and budding in a way that made him salivate. She nodded and broke away from the leash to press up towards him. It didn’t matter that she hated him, what mattered was the desperate need for her quivering tits.

“Say “Yes, please, stepfather, suck me,”” he ordered her.

The Baron raised an eyebrow and glanced at Cassandra, who was watching the scene with a flushed face, her legs closed tightly and pressed into the chair, and beside her Katia was watching greedily, her eyes actually fully aroused at the sight of Clara being humiliated in front of her new stepfather.

As soon as Clara uttered the word “please”, Claude’s mouth latched onto the tip of her breast and began to suck hard. Her upper body was pulled forward by his rough, greedy lips, sending shivers of pleasure through her. The waves of pleasure rose higher and higher until her stepfather’s teeth nipped at her swollen nipple, and she immediately perked up, gasping for breath laced with the excitement of relief.

“Ask him to have another go at that tit,” Robert said lazily in commission. He was rather enjoying the scene, although he hadn’t found Clara particularly attractive because she was so fat, yet, like Clara, he could see her latent qualities, and it was always a pleasure to watch delicate skin being tortured by a connoisseur.

Clara didn’t say anything, and that neglected breast soon touched the sable brush again, which was in Françoise’s hand. She knew she couldn’t possibly release it unless she obeyed, so she had to demand, “Please come and suck my other tit, Stepfather.”

“Of course, darling,” Claude responded, happily discovering his virility, that had gotten the best of him several times on the honeymoon. He repeated his come on the second tit, this time taking the nipple, sucking it in and out as if he were playing with a bottle mouth, and Clara was really afraid that he was going to pull her nipple out. He made him wait a little longer and she grunted until his teeth clenched. Her nipple had him once again finally stirring up an orgasm of excitement.

“Has she been fucked yet?” Claude asked Robert, sitting back in his chair again as Françoise made the shaking girl stand up straight. The two workers who were laying the pebble trail were in for a treat, their eyes round with excitement.

“Yes, of course, you said you didn’t want a virgin, so look to have Detroit run the job, he’s a hard worker, isn’t he, Clara?”

Clara nodded, “Do you want Detroit to make love to you again?” Robert added. Catia jerked her head back to look at her lover, who shrugged as if their conversation was none of his business.

“Will you, Clara?” Claude pursued.

“Yes,” the girl whispered, nodding again reluctantly.

Claude stood up and walked towards her, “Bend your knees and squat,” he barked at her, confused she squatted and Robert squatted as well reaching into the crotch of her thighs in the bib strap, his fingers felt damp, the fur blocking Clara’s uterine opening, he absentmindedly touched her already taut skin and felt the mucous from inside her oozing out.

He drew out his hand and showed it to the others. “Look, Clara! You were punished for being too slow to get excited when you first came with us, and now there’s nothing to complain about you.”

“Presumably she wants to let Detroit fuck her.” Francoise poked the girl’s bowed bare neck with her long fingernails.

“Tighten the bib straps in the crotch of her legs,” the Baron suddenly interposed, “and keep her squatting, and tell her to keep her knees together a little tighter.”

Robert carried out his friend’s suggestion, and Claude spared with interest. This made Clara very uncomfortable, the tight bib straps causing a not-so-subtle burst of pleasure.

“Now come and look at me, Clara,” the Baron said amiably, opening the fat girl’s eyes to meet them happily up toward him; she had been looking forward to him fucking her again, ever since he had broken her. She did feel him moving her bib straps, letting his protruding manly features titillate her, and her round belly jerked with excitement, so much so that her stepfather saw it and couldn’t help but reach over and touch her delicate, satiny skin.

“Don’t get too excited,” the Baron cautioned and Claude apologized she smiled and waited, “Look carefully, Clara,” the Baron said again as he moved towards Katya.

Katia stood beside her lover in a tight bikini top and high waisted shorts, it took him two or three seconds to remove her bikini so that her tits posed unobstructed and pressed he hooked his big thumb around the waist of her pants again and pulled them down easily, he also reached into the crotch of her parted legs to sniff at the scent of her sex as he held her pelvis up as best he could while he did so.

Clara watched helplessly, having trouble holding back that stirring of her own, the furs caressing and rubbing her open womb as she tried to wiggle her hips, but Francoise was still clinging to the leash around her neck, forcing her head back and her breasts to shrug out, “Be quiet, you silly girl. Didn’t we teach you that?” She shrilled in exasperation. Clara whispered and gibbered, she was so needy, she didn’t want to watch the Baron make love to another woman and leave her alone, she wanted him to fuck her himself.

The baron screwed Katia, he stroked her naked body up and down with his hands, the two workers had heard about the baron’s eccentricity, but would not have thought to see it with their own eyes, stopping the work of pretending to do, so they watched from the side: the girl was so uncomfortably  crouched on the grass, the baron was fucking his mistress, the movements became more and more intense.

Katya felt smug being naked and publicly fucked and humiliated by a man, she loved having an audience, it increased her excitement tenfold and this time knowing that Clara was watching so excitedly on the sidelines added yet another dimension to her shock at the experience.

Finally the Baron laid Ketia down on the grass, raised her legs, rested them on his shoulders, and let his cock cut in all at once so that the glans, which had given him an erection, rubbed against the opening of the uterus for a while, poking it in and pulling it out, poking it in and pulling it out again, and each time it made Ketia quiver with arousal, and the skin around her clitoris was tugged at, and this center of arousal was indirectly stimulated.

The Baron knew his body well enough that he could fuck her for an hour if he wanted to, letting her have orgasm after orgasm before finally venting himself, and this time it didn’t take him very long, after ten minutes he picked up the frequency, and she gasped for air, her fingernails moving haphazardly and touching his chest, telling him that she was pretty much fucked out of her mind.

He poked in and out romantically, slowing down for a moment and then jabbing a jab, her favorite fuck, until she whimpered, her heels drumming against his shoulders, her ass lifting high enough for him to hold her down, he gagged her breasts to let him vent, and he was amazed at how transcendent he felt, and how oddly even with all her muscles growing in line with his he couldn’t get aroused.

He drew back and looked toward Clara. Her entire body was swollen with lust, her eyelids hitching and lifting with physical need. The doubly abused thighs that could were tightly  held in one position. Walking into the lawn, he went to try to feel the tension of her strap-on, yet reached in again to see, as Robert had done, how the fur in the strap-on was soaked with her slime as proof of how aroused she was. When he touched her, her eyes looked as if they were smoldering with desire, but he knew he couldn’t tease her any more. He had no taste for her.

“He’s waiting for someone to have sex with her,” he judged with a crooked grin. She wriggled her body in consternation and embarrassment, not knowing what he meant by that, fearing the wet fur in the crotch of her leg but unable to help herself, the desire in her was so strong she couldn’t care less about which man fucked her, as long as there was someone who could make her relax her stress and enjoy the same fulfillment that Katia had just received.

Recognizing that his chance had come, Claude stood up, walked toward his stepdaughter, and took the lead rope from Francoise, “Request me, O Clara,” was all he said, but she understood at once.

“Please, Stepfather, fuck me,” she pleaded with him. Her voice couldn’t have been more forced. She was close to screaming with impatience, the vibrant, quivering flesh and the overpowering need to satisfy her sexual desires were all that mattered. She couldn’t care less whether it was right or wrong, and she didn’t have time to think about her mother and the betrayal it would be to her, and with this tall, characterful man standing in front of her, able to give her what her body had to offer, Clara made up her mind to let him satisfy her.

She reached out to him, “Come on, come on, stepdad,” she whispered, moaning with pleasure.

Claude set to work undoing the chains of straps tied around her voluptuous body so that he could bury himself in her ignorant, tame-submissive flab. He was a little chagrined that he shouldn’t have let Robert, Francois  and Dieter and the others make such a mess of her body, when he himself was only getting his first dip. Clara had her head on straight and immediately realized what he was thinking as he began to poke in exuberantly. Hands gripping her tits in a death grip, she swore first class back home? She would be sure to make him fall under her stone skirt and bow down to her so that her flesh would be no less thrilled and satisfied.

Claude and Clara shuddered violently in the grass, both of them screaming out exuberant moans. The Baron turned and walked away as Katia dressed and went inside to take a shower, and Francoise sat on Robert’s lap, whispering in his ear. The Baron sat down beside the silent Cassandra.

“Claude is a fool,” he said calmly; “she will lose all her flab and become quite tasty, but she is no longer innocent.”

“I think that’s exactly what he wants,” Cassandra intoned, also calmly.

“Yes that’s true, but don’t all men want to destroy what they love most?”

“I don’t know, and even if they were, they’d have to have something beloved before they could destroy what they beloved, and Claude can’t seem to be able to beloved anything, just lust.”

“How perceptive you are huh, honey, how am I doing?”

“You told me there was no such thing as love,” she replied.

“So I don’t have to worry about damaging anything?” He smiled.

“No.”

“If I want to damage something, what can’t I damage?”

Cassandra gave him a sidelong glance, he seemed serious, “I guess you’ll have to accept the fact: no one has it all. That’s what I keep telling your daughter.”

“Does it suit you too, Cassandra?”

“Yes,” she admitted honestly, “I couldn’t have had a lot of what I wanted, but I survived – and so did you, and it’s better for you that way, and I thought that you and your friends always seemed to have a brief moment of fun, that shaped personality. “

“That cannot be said to be worthy of your position as governess! How strange it is to hear you say it, when last night you were uneasily passing the time, and making us happy by being watched venting over and over again, and on the matter itself you now insist that it is so wrong too.”

Cassandra closed her eyes, “I can’t help it!”

“You could always leave,” he whispered as if in a whisper, “why don’t you go yet, before I ask you for more?”

She shook her head, “I don’t want to leave, I promised the children I’d still be here when they came back.” His eyes glowed, “Yes, of course, children! Then I can rest assured that you won’t leave until they return, yes?”

Knowing that she had gone too far with her words and that in reality she couldn’t stay away from him, she nodded at that, “Yes, I should stay until they get back.”

“Great, tonight, after Claude leaves, we’ll introduce you to the booster so you can feel feel that pleasure.”

Cassandra stiffened, “I don’t think…”

He sealed her lips with a finger: “Keep your voice down Cassandra, you’ve already told me I can’t ask too much of you, booster devices are used by many, I think you’ll be surprised by the pleasure they give you, after all, I’ve got some special plans for the weekend for a big get together before Robert, Francoise leaves, I should have a few details for you after tonight. “

“Why do you like to humiliate people?” She sounded flat.

“Because humiliation increases pleasure just as much as pain, and besides I want you to lose control, Cassandra, and even now I don’t think you’ve ever had that one time to give me your all and be with me, and to stay here you’re going to have to.”

“I have!”

“No, no,” he said, suddenly upset, “you haven’t, I realize that.”

He strides away and goes into the house, and Cassandra trembles: how far is he prepared to go to conquer her completely, and is she strong enough to endure him.

Cassandra looked through her bedroom window and saw Claude being driven by a chauffeur out of the isolated Hampstead estate, and as soon as the car he was traveling in disappeared in front of her eyes, she remembered what the baron had said in the courtyard earlier that day. She felt her abdominal muscles cramp up. She knew that what lay before her was again intended to test her tolerance, and sometimes she wanted to pack her bags and leave at once, but she couldn’t, and each challenge, each winning roll, brought her closer to this mesmerizing man, and she knew she was in love with him. She was pretty sure that by getting progressively closer to him, she could help him discover the softer, more humane side of his character, the side called Caitia that was systematically damaged, the side that Cassandra didn’t know that Maretta had believed so, and thus, Maretta died.

The bedside phone rang and she jumped up to answer it, it was the Baron. “Claude has left, please come to the gym in fifteen minutes, you only need to wear a two piece swimsuit.”

Exactly fifteen minutes later, Cassandra pulled open the door and walked into the gym, so nervous she was almost weak in the knees, the humiliation she’d suffered the last time had forced her to muster up the courage to step through the door with a stiff upper lip, four other people were waiting for her.

The other three were naked, the Baron on the contrary, still fully clothed, and they watched her with varying degrees of interest and amusement as she walked towards them, Robert thinking her legs were very showy and his cock beginning to twitch, while Katya clocked the pain that was so obviously laid out on her lids.

The Baron smiled and said, “Nice bikini, Cassandra, new?”

Discussing her swimsuit ridiculously at this point was hardly consistent with his usual tone. “Yes, Francoise picked it out for me.”

“It suits you to wear it, yet I am sorry to ask you to take it off now, and climb up to the flat couch,” she hesitated, while his eyes rounded, “come, come, Cassandra, make time to think.”

She didn’t think she was used to undressing in public, and once she saw the Baron’s face she just had to do it. The top slid off without a drag, the bottom could pose a problem as she stepped out of the opening of her pants and hooked her foot? Nearly askew. She was finally naked, and Francoise murmured without admiration, “I think you’ve grown some flesh, Cassandra, it suits you.”

The Baron glanced at her rounded breasts and let his gaze dart to the slightly rounded belly of her lower body as he nodded, “That’s not true at all, Francoise, this life suits her! Climb up on the flat couch, we’re all eager to start grinning.”

As soon as Cassandra was on the platform she lay on her back and stared at the ceiling, assuming she was in her own room. “Turn on your side, ball up your body, and hold on to all fours.” She only obeyed, and the Baron issued commands as he moved behind her. She broke out in a sweat of fear.

He put a hand on her back and felt her skin stiffen and her body roll, “There’s nothing to be afraid of, Francoise likes you in your current role, don’t you, Robert?”

His friend laughed out loud, “Of course she likes it: it’s my wife’s favorite activity,” but Cassandra wasn’t convinced, she had seen Katia run out of that bedroom in despair, and there was little joy to be had in her kind of, very controlling trait to see.

Robert turned and stood in front of Cassandra and made a move to play with her tits, warmly holding and then relaxing them, teasing the nipple erections with his thumb.

It was wonderful, but she felt with dread that the Baron was parting her taut buttocks and carefully inserting an oiled finger in her anus, and she stiffened her skin against the penetration, thus making it all the more painful.

“Relax, Cassandra,” the voice was a little impatient. He hoped she would pick up on his will to do it, but her fear grew into dread and she couldn’t relax at all. She heard him sigh and walk away, she tried to twist her head around to see what was going on but Robert grabbed her chin, “Look at me Cassandra, look at the reaction you’ve caused me to have, does it agitate you?”

He was now fully erect, his penis standing erect parallel to his belly. The glans was swollen and purple, blow-hard-like, with a tiny crystal of slime at the opening. Cassandra was so excited by his arousal that she was shaking alive from head to toe making it impossible for her to think about what was about to happen either.

“Lower your knees,” the Baron’s voice turned from behind him, “and bend your left knee backward with your skeleton shoulder,”

Cassandra respected him and was happy to obey him as Francoise slid a hand down to the crotch of her parted legs and carefully moved an oscillator over the labia, slow and easy, until the vulva began to open involuntarily, and she allowed the slowly quivering oscillator to touch the more sensitive labia minora, but carefully avoided the clitoris.

Katia watched as the Baron inserted a thin rubber tip toward Cassandra’s anus, which he insisted on pushing in until he reached the white line mark above. By this point, she had a high desire to roll.

“Please, stop,” she begged the Baron, trying to struggle to her feet, but Robert pressed down on her upper body while Françoise locked her arms so that his skeleton remained clasped around his knees so that she could not move.

“Dang it, Cassandra, I haven’t even begun to grin,” said the Baron, “Breathe through your mouth and relax, the sensation will soon be gone,” and almost crying out with terror, she carried out his instructions, and slowly the desire settled down.

The Baron carefully tested the muscles of her abdomen, and as soon as the skin loosened, he pressed the bulb of the booster and naveled the first glob of mild soap into Cassandra’s anus.

Robert felt her gasp commiseratingly together under his hand and heard her panting, which indicated that she was uncomfortable and frightened. Her massed body began to convulse. “Don’t, don’t make me,” she cried, fear laced in her voice.

“No one’s forcing you to do anything yah, Cassandra, if you want to leave the house, just say so,”

The baron replied coldly, without a sound. Caitia waited without a breath, thinking that this time Cassandra would surely go away. But her rival closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.

The Baron smiled darkly, “Excellent, hold back for a few minutes and tighten your muscles to let the liquid in.” She obliged, trying not to think about what would come next as the convulsions intensified. Feeling unable to hold back any longer, she jumped off the couch and sprinted to the small suite a few yards away, slamming the door and sitting her ass down on the round toilet bowl, which allowed her tortured muscles to relax and expel the suds.

After her whole body had calmed down, she knew she had to go back to that flat couch, and this time she hoped to learn to appreciate the coziness of the sensation. The thought of Katia gave her courage to behave better at the next stage. She went out of the door, pale and staggering, but with her head held high. The Baron pursed his lips when he did come over and reach out to touch her cheek, “It will be better this time, my dear, he promised, your body comprehends so quickly that it has taken satisfaction from the excitement. Don’t be afraid, the worst is over.”

Cassandra was relieved that he was happy with her. Katya’s previously sunny face went from sunny to cloudy.

Cassandra lay back down on the flat couch and met Robert’s eager hands shrugging out her tits as the Baron began the booster process again.

This time he let the liquid go in more slowly, and she felt filled with warmth, her whole belly heaving and lurching and sweating, a hungry restlessness pouring upward straight into her breasts and seeping downward into the crotches of her thighs. She let out a moan of longing. With his free hand, the Baron teased her belly, his deft hand poking here and there, the highly sensitive surface covered with touches of pleasure.

Katia was on fire. She was angry at Cassandra for actually having the courage to take it; angry that her lover hadn’t put soap suds in the booster the second time, just warm water, and she knew what a difference the effect would have been, but she’d learned that there was fire she could only smother in her belly.

That wonderful hydraulic pressure spread through Cassandra, and she felt the thrill that the Baron had promised her, knowing that she was on the verge of an agony that gradually dissolved into joy.

The Baron watched her body rise and fall as he let her decide how much longer she could endure. Her eyes were round, waiting for the pain and the pleasure to hit her together, and at last she lost control, as if split by a great wave of heat, the initially tightly closed muscles of her anus loosening, the warm water flowing out, and she tumbled and arched, oblivious to the astonishingly hasty gratification, and, at last, fell apart, her bones scattered, and, with a paralysis of flesh and mud, she collapsed on the flat couch.

The Baron looked past her again and saw Robert, and he was surprised and amused. His friend had been so affected by the little pussy’s venting that he had fainted and lost control, unconsciously ejaculating into her tits. The Baron’s pleasure had been scheduled for Robert to fuck Cassandra, and if she could survive the trial, his lack of self-possession would just have to cancel his reward.

Robert sighed. “She’s incredible: the expression in her eyes is mesmerizing, and one look at her makes me want the unashamed joy of her body, making me go off the deep end.”

“Then it will have to be me in your place,” laughed the Baron.

“What about me, what about me?” Ketia fumed off to the side, reaching for the Baron’s shoulders, “I need you, Detroit, I want you to fuck me, right now.”

“I’m sure Peter will be willing, honey, you can call and get him in your room while I lead Cassandra to the shower.”

Francoise watched as the Baron helped Cassandra climb off the couch and led her through the gym and into the shower room with its furred glass doors, she hardly dared to look at Katia, she was on fire and her breath was swelling through her belly. Françoise decided to go upstairs and toy with Clara, wait until Robert got hard, then let him soothe her hunger.

Katya left the gym in a rage, she wasn’t going to enjoy Peter, and the only way to quell the resentment caused by the rejection she’d suffered was to inflict some sort of pain on someone else. Only Luz could accept this convenience of her whining. Luckily she had enough sense left to still use Peter as well, and what he had done was just the kind of controlled substance she desperately needed after the smothering she had suffered.

Cassandra hardly knew she was there, the water sprayed down from the shower and she jumped in horror, the Baron smiled and put his hand on her shoulder, “It’s the tap, little one, relax, I’ll give you some soap.

“As his hands slipped all over her, carefully soaping her sweat-soaked skin and the various folds of her body, she allowed herself to lose her mind in this joy, and as soon as his hands reached the crotch of her legs and soaped that area, she couldn’t help but be confused as to whether the calm pleasure he was giving her now or the violent, pain-laced eruption of arousal he’d given her earlier in the day more to her liking.

She closed her eyes and rested fully on his hand, her body swelling under his touch to her own amazement, and he used a sponge to wash the soap suds off of him before letting the water stretch her clean, and then he turned around, dropped the sponge, and held her by her own wet naked body, the two nude bodies merging into a single payload, embracing into the corner of the shower, and he let her feet off the floor, hooking them around her calves and bellies.

The water was still rushing downward, and she circled his neck with her skeletal arms, feeling the head of his glans touching her uterus in circles as if it couldn’t find its target, forcing the lips of her cunt to part in acceptance, then poking straight in all at once, and feeling his hand ruffling the damp curls of hair from her face.

“Look at me,” he urged urgently, whispering in her ear, “I want you to look at me, I’m fucking you ah, I want you to look at me when I fuck you, open your eyes, heart, let me see through you.”

She opened her eyes, he was moving slowly underneath, he saw the lust burning in her eyes, the crags of pleasure climbing up, her cunt muscles tightening, wrapping over his column of flesh, he still hadn’t seen through her, despite everything that could be done, there were still barriers, she had passed through the shyness, the humiliation, into a world of sex that was unimaginable in advance, but nothing was written on her eyes, they were still lucid, still pure, and he had to see her new sense of self reflected in her gaze before he could be satisfied.

His movements picked up speed, his hips began to wriggle, their cradled bodies closing in and out, Cassandra’s eyes finally widening and glazing over, about to take that ultimate step when the Baron bit her lip and pulled her over with a great effort, causing her to sip out, and he was in the sea of oblivious pleasure with her.

For a few seconds at first, Cassandra felt the Baron’s skeletal arms embrace her. It made her fight him off, and soon the arms were loose, the shower was turned off, and he was as frustrated as she had first seen him.

“You have done beautifully, my dear,” he congratulated her, as they wrapped themselves in the fluffy towels which the servant had put away for them in the little cupboard outside the bathroom. “Didn’t I tell you! It’s very happy, isn’t it?”

Cassandra nodded, but didn’t want to admit just how many wide-ranging sexual experiences would fit her taste for still further.

“Remember the party I mentioned to you?” He added. He was drying himself off and getting dressed, Cassandra still wrapped in the warm towel.

“Yes.”

“I think there’s a grand theme for the party, I’m going to invite a large group of friends, seventy to eighty, basically a Roman-like orgy, what do you think?”

“I think it will be exciting.”

“Yes, in particular I’m going to arrange a show that’s extra moving and surprising at the start of the party, shall I tell you?” Cassandra nodded. “A slave auction, I’m going to ask for some volunteers to be slaves. What do you think?”

She wrapped the towel tightly around her, “I imagine you’ll have a ton of volunteers.”

“Would you like to be a slave too?”

“No, I don’t want to,”

“I could have expected you to answer that way, but it’s not the answer I was going to think of, so I’m going to have to change your mind before the party.”

“Forced? That’s hardly the way to find talented volunteers.”

“Not by force, Cassandra, eventually I’ll find a way or two of my own, by mercy. This time, since the victims are called volunteers, it will have to be by mercy. It is time to rest, and you are completely exhausted; you need not be present for dinner; I will find an excuse for you; you must sleep.”

Despite her restlessness, Cassandra slept deeply and peacefully, not at all aware that the participants in the afternoon game were gathered in the living room, watching the current live recording on the large television in the corner.

When he saw Cassandra’s eventual arousal and extreme outburst on the flat couch, he knew he had to get her to volunteer, and he also knew how to get her to surrender, and the idea of how to go about it thrilled him so much that the bed got the already exhausted and abused Luz on the bed for a romp, and when he was done, he fucked Caitia once more before he was done. Even his mistress was surprised that he would fuck both the maid and Katia in such an insatiable frenzy.

Waking up very late the next morning, the Baron could hardly wait to go on the offensive against Cassandra.

Chapter XII

Cassandra found it strange: she was alone except for the servants for most of the next day. Robert, Françoise, and Clara were out sightseeing with the two twins. Katia and the Baron went to see some friends who had come to London on a false passage to America.

It was strange to be alone, as she wandered from room to room, recalling as if on a tidal wave the extraordinary stories that had occurred since she had arrived at the house. It was hard for her to think of herself as she had been when she applied for the job, and it disturbed her to know that she could not be the same person she had been.

At three or four o’clock in the afternoon she received a call from Helena and Krystyna, both little girls were quite excited, Helena mentioned ice skating, all kinds of friends to play with, and it sounded like life there was only normal and proper again, but they were still eager to see her again.

“Tell Daddy we’ll be back Sunday afternoon,” Helena said in a high voice, and one could well imagine that she wanted her voice to shorten the distance between Austria and England, “and he’ll pick us up at the airport, won’t he?”

“Will do, I’m sure he’ll pick you guys up.” Cassandra promised roundly.

“Are you lonely without us?”

“Yes,” Cassandra smiled.

“Is it boring?”

Luckily the kid couldn’t see her blush as she answered the question, “A little,” was all she could lie, “but I’ll just waste a lot of time in the sun more!”

“We’ll see you soon,” Helena exclaimed, closing the line. Cassandra had only just put the receiver away when Katya and the Baron returned.

“Helena called,” Cassandra informed him, trying not to think about how kissy his hands had been when he’d soaped her the night before.

“When are they coming back?”

“Sunday afternoon, she’d love for you to pick them up.”

“Sunday? As it is, the party will have to be moved up to Friday night, Katia, call and let them know! It’s a bit too rushed, but most will come.”

“What day of the week is it?” Cassandra asked, to her the time in the real world no longer meant much.

“Tuesday, that doesn’t leave much time for finding volunteers.” The Baron laughed out loud, and Katya gave him an intimate, faint smile. Cassandra shivered. She’d forgotten that he’d promised to persuade her to volunteer for slavery at the gala, and though he’d emphasized that he’d use mercy to make her change her mind, the very look he and Catia exchanged sent shivers down her spine.

She felt strange again: the baron and his mistress had disappeared upstairs, and even when the others came back from their sightseeing, they had gone upstairs without saying hello to her, as if they had agreed to isolate her, but without any unpleasant words or hints that she might have offended them.

There was not much conversation at the dinner table. Robert and the Baron talked about old school and ice skating, and the women didn’t even have anything to say, even Francoise, who was usually the most idle of talkers. Cassandra intended to talk about what the children were doing in Austria, but didn’t want to run into a wall that didn’t echo.

“I don’t think any of us are really terribly interested in children,” Katya finally spoke up, “as long as they’re happy all is well.”

Cassandra disagreed with her, annoyed by her words, “I think it’s important that someone should be interested in them it’s important that kids need to know that someone is in a special relationship with them.”

“Well, that’s why you’re here, isn’t it, Cathy, dear?” Katya replied as she did, and Cassandra felt the words run out.

After dinner she was again excluded, the Baron, Katia challenged Robert and Francoise to a game of bridge, but when she tried to go back to her room the Baron was quick to call out to her again, “We haven’t long, Cassandra, why don’t you come down and read again, aren’t there plenty of bookcases?” He said to her, pointing to a bookcase with glass doors. It was clear that she was expected to stay downstairs, she took him up on his offer, all the books were hardbacks, she was desperate to find rare books, every one she turned to was pornography. Some were oriental, others were from South America and Scandinavia and they were all shockingly explicit. With one haphazardly pulled out, she quickly closed the bookcase door and went back to her seat, burying her head in her reading, knowing that they all realized what was in the book and she was glad that her hair was long enough to hide the expression on her face.

Robert happened to be sitting with his face turned toward her, watching her with interest, watching her turn the pages this way and that, studying one of the more incredible photographs or illustrations. He wanted Clara to be more like Cassandra. Françoise admired the girl, he loved all the things that made his wife happy and engaged, but the girl was not to his taste. If he could have had the opportunity to instruct the young woman sitting across from him, he would have longed for it as much as Francoise did.

The further she read, the more uncomfortable Cassandra felt; though she was no longer naïve and capable of being horrified by the inverted depravity of the cover, her body was already aroused by such content, and looking at the strange shapes of the pairs of captured and reversed lovers in the photographs, she couldn’t help but imagine herself and the baron as being in the shadows.

She forgot for a moment that there were other people in the room, and forgot about the bridge game that was being played in front of her. She was lost in thought, imagining that she was swimming in the sea of joy and playing in the waves of love. At last the bridge game was over. The baron and Katia won, he stretched his limbs and said, “A good game! Robert, Katia said to me that she would spend two nights with you, so I suppose Cassandra should stay with me, what do you think, Cassandra?”

They all turned their faces toward her and she didn’t listen to a word. Francoise laughed out loud, “What an ass, I misunderstood her originally! Hey Cassandra, the Baron is talking to you.”

Hearing them roar with laughter, Cassandra snapped back to her senses and looked at them, “Ah, sorry?”

“Cathia has gone to spend the night with Robert and Francoise, my dear, and I wish you to accompany me,” said the baronet patiently. He could already see from her scarlet cheeks and too bright eyes that the book had worked on her, and that was his intention.

Cassandra couldn’t believe that she could actually spend the night in the huge circular bed, which he shared with Katia. With exuberance, she followed him to the bedroom. He immediately collapsed onto the bed with his clothes on and reached for the TV remote, “Let’s see what the other guys are doing, shall we?” He suggested. Cassandra was stunned that Robert and Francoise’s bedroom was even on the screen, the sound of their conversation echoing through the room. “Do they know you can see them?”

“Katya knows, and as for the other two, well, they might guess, though it’s hidden fast, and Robert might find that shot.”

“Every bedroom?” Her panic was obvious.

“In addition to this room, I have a recording of your initial initiation ceremony, will have to check it out at some point, you’ll find it interesting that this mansion is covered in my secret systems.”

“What about the gym, the first time I went there with Katia and Francoise was filmed too?” Cassandra was terrified.

“Of course,” he laughed. “In fact, I saw most of it live.”

“So that’s why you always know everything about me! It’s despicable, how you always like to take away other people’s privacy’s.”

“I don’t like it either, it’s my home, and as far as privacy goes, I take it that you agreed to participate in group sex, conscious and performing sex in public. You surrendered your right to privacy yourself.”

“But I was reluctant at first, I didn’t know anything at the beginning and you were filming me.”

He sighed, “I do wish you’d stop creating an atmosphere, dear, we’ve had a whole evening of fun and excitement, why let the debate spoil it?”

Cassandra wondered how she was going to explain to him that she felt betrayed. She had been tainted by him, and his friend was still his. The thought of her actions being videotaped and people taking them to watch for their amusement was almost too much to bear, it was the same as telling her to face her own moral degradation face to face.

“I don’t want to see you recording me, and I don’t want anyone else to see it either.”

He reached down and pulled her down to lie beside him, “I haven’t done anything to you yet that you don’t want me to do, Cassandra, from the moment I saw you, I knew that you would enjoy being part of this family. Each time a new experience passes, your liking increases, you seem to go through phases of embarrassment, which will also pass, if you intend to live with me and stay here, this phase must pass. You’re almost there too Cassandra, you’ve pretty much played all the tricks, don’t back off, I want you to win.”

His dark eyes looked extraordinarily inky black. She shuddered, captured by the magnetism of his eyes. “I won’t be your slave,” she whispered, “I can’t cheapen myself like that, even for you.”

He pretended not to hear, “Look at me, honey, don’t you want to see how Katia gets her kicks?”

Against her will, Cassandra’s eyes were drawn to the screen. Katya was leaning upright against one of the bedposts, her hands tied behind her back and a strip of black velvet around her neck and the bedpost to keep her head from dropping.

“She just loves pain,” the Baron explained, in a tone not lacking in complaint. “It is quite common for the sexes to enjoy pain and pleasure when they meet. You’ve experienced it as well. But Ketia’s hobby is a little ahead of its time; she can take unbelievable pain, and even I don’t want to cause her any more pain. Unfortunately she also has a penchant for causing just as much pain to others who are also rare masochists. Finding raw innate pleasure in such sex, but always requiring tight control, Katia for her part no longer wishes to accept the necessary safety controls and psychological fulfillment, in other words she is becoming a dangerous partner.”

“I like my life, I am happy with this entertainment, I can arrange to fulfill my hobby, but I need the right partner in life to fulfill this hobby. Katia no longer seems to go the way of a suitable companion, and she will have to stay until I find someone suitable to replace her. Volunteer to be a slave, Cassandra, take part in this last recreation, play the part, and you will be the one who stays while Katia has to leave.”

He warmly pressed his hand against the neck of her head, his fingers popping the muscles there, “Say yes, Cassandra, and tell me you’d like to volunteer.”

“No,” said Cassandra firmly, “if Katia is as you say, I want to pity her for a night, because you wouldn’t interfere to save me from my dilemma, would you?”

“Maybe not,” he admitted.

“I can’t volunteer, I can’t face a room full of strangers, chained up and treated like chattel, and I don’t doubt what that will be like until I don’t have an ounce of dignity or self-respect left. I simply cannot…”

He squinted at her and saw that she was almost on the verge of crying down. “Never mind, let’s watch some TV,”

He said eagerly, and she felt his skeletal arm around her as Francoise appeared on the screen.

She was also naked, kneeling on the floor in front of Katia, licking her cunt-orgasm with her tongue, Katia leaning her hips forward as far as she could as the Baron pressed the button and the camera zoomed in to show clearly how Françoise stuck her tongue out into Katia’s cunt, swirling out the goo, teasing and provoking Katia right into trembling with her bound legs, and delighting in the excitement of her cries, which were ringing in Cassandra’s ears.

Meanwhile, Robert was rubbing Katia’s breasts, his hands recklessly squeezing both tits together, pinching the nipples again and again, making them red and swollen.

Cassandra saw the obvious sexual signs of Ketia’s arousal and felt herself becoming aroused; the books she had read earlier in the day had made her feel her breasts swell and her belly tighten, a feeling that was even more pronounced now.

“Robert kept her waiting,” the Baron laughed, pulling Cassandra’s shirt from the waist of her skirt, pressing and reaching for the buttons again, which Cassandra quickly unbuttoned herself, taking her bra with her and allowing her tits to finally be untied, and she sighed softly in relief.

The Baron held a mouthful of tits in his right hand, his eyes still glued to the screen, when Robert suddenly raised a cane and swiped it down on Katia’s nipple, and Katia squealed with pleasure, her body shaking violently, and Francoise’s teeth snapped at Katia’s little clitoris. Francoise’s teeth “snapped” at Katia’s little clit, and Katia squealed again with excitement. It was agonizingly satisfying, and her body struggled so desperately that Cassandra couldn’t have imagined what would have happened to her if she hadn’t been tied up so tightly.

Cassandra saw Robert pull out a rubber condom that had originally been placed over his penis, it was for men’s body guards, the penis condom was thick, Cassandra was shaking with fear, it was hard to imagine what it would be like to poke this rubber penis condom into that orifice, Katia was too covered by the velvet condom around her neck to really see what Robert was doing.

Françoise whispered in her ear, apparently describing the penis sleeve to her in detail, and Caitia, moved by the talk, once again did her best to let her pubic bone stumble forward.

Robert pushed against her roughly, pressing her tightly against the bedpost and thrusting in so hard that Ketia’s eyes widened with excitement, and Cassandra could imagine what it must have been like. He thrust hard and rough, her wailing screams full of pain and passion, the Baron obliviously gripping Cassandra’s tits, not realizing it at all.

Eventually, Katya shook her body dramatically, reaching a glorious peak of arousal as Cassandra watched Robert exuberantly and warily abuse a rope-bound body that was his best friend.

Francoise untied Ketia and the Baron turned off the TV, “They can sleep in peace, let us enjoy it too, enjoy no pain, hopefully no pain, my dear.”

Cassandra couldn’t help but be thrilled by what she was seeing, and although it wasn’t her preferred method of obtaining sexual fulfillment, she felt herself salivating at the wonderful sensation of seeing Ketia so oblivious, lost in a sea of joyous, overwhelming lust. Within minutes, both she and the Baron were stripped naked and lying in the middle of the large bed as she waited for him to fulfill her emptiness.

The Baron knew from the fact that her face was flushed with arousal that she was already eager, and he reminded himself to be careful that he didn’t let his plans fall through before he even started. He started with her face down as he knelt across her body, caressing her shoulders, her spine, scraping the backs of her thighs with his balls.

His movements pressed her down and buried her in the fluffy couch, and she wriggled freely, letting the smooth, delicate sheets caress her gradually parting pussy lips, tiny electric currents striking sparks deep inside her as she whimpered with pleasure.

“Turn around and let me fuck your front,” the Baron said calmly as she rolled over. Her skin clearly felt his skillful fingers lubricating his heaving breasts and working their way down to her tightening belly.

His touch was as gentle as it had been at first, almost so gentle that she automatically had to push out her breasts to meet him, and in an effort to get a more pronounced stimulation, he ignored her and instead removed his hand, leaving her to lie back in peace.

“I think we should try to try a different approach,” he said happily.

Cassandra looked up in surprise, “I was almost there! Why did you stop?”

He looked at her, clearly full of surprise, “Really? I’m sorry about that, I thought you were out of control, I know that’s how it is sometimes, that’s why I thought it would be best if we switched up our patterns.”

“I don’t need any other tricks.”

“My dear Cassandra, what can I say? We all make mistakes, even me! Never mind, in the next stage, happiness is all that matters, let me tell you what’s on my mind.”

She braced herself to see what he was doing, but he just turned on the television, and suddenly she saw herself in the cabana by the pool, lying on a velvet mattress. She was so shocked by what she saw that she didn’t realize that the Baron had grabbed her by the shoulders, pinned her to the bed, and skillfully tied her hands above her head in the holes of a board that had been secretly placed under her pillow, so that her body was now in the shape of a “yawl”.

“Get off me, I was planning on spending the night.”

“You will,” he assured her, but a smile was a smile, and a smile was not half as kind, “and now I shall have to do likewise with your legs, Cassandra, and your thighs shall be tied to similar boards under your legs, that way I can be sure of controlling all the moving parts of myself. In any case, I have noticed that when it is not up to you, you are apt to take pleasure. You feel less embarrassed when the passion is burgeoning, and I don’t want the sense of guilt to spoil the mood of our evening spent together.”

Cassandra didn’t listen to a word he said, she stomped furiously, but she couldn’t resist the baron’s strength, and a hard board was inserted under her legs, secured by steel rings on both sides, thus locking both her legs in place.

“It doesn’t hurt, it won’t hurt you, there’s no need to be afraid, my dear, turn a woman on and don’t let her be satisfied, it will only have some sort of unfortunate side effect, for example, your tits will be quivering and feel swollen and uncomfortable, and your cunt will be feeling shenanigans,” he said as he rested his hand on her pubic bone. “That place will swell up for hours at a time to hold the opening open, and it won’t go back to normal until after you’ve been fucked. For a man to watch and know how progressively pleasurable your body is, I don’t expect tonight’s games to drag on much longer, as soon as you agree to volunteer to be a slave, your bonds will be lifted and I’ll enjoy your personality much more, whether you want to or not is up to you.”

Cassandra knew there was no getting out of it for her. “Look, darling, think how it would feel to run this brush over your pleasure center.” Cassandra gasped loudly and struggled in the straps, trying to use her feet him, but it was just that she couldn’t reach him now that she was free from the straps. Her womb was already wet and dripping and oozing from the teasing of his words. The desperate need for his touch inside her grew more intense.

Seeing the expression on her face, he laughed out loud and reached out to stroke her nipple with the back of his hand, he tried to go as wide as he could so that all her tits would feel this warmth, releasing a soft sigh of relief from his address. At that point he was no longer interested in her tits and turned his interest to her spread thighs.

As soon as he begins to activate that amorous little brush, he has the VCR play another clip of Cassandra’s lustful pleasures at the pool. She was forced to watch herself being teased, and he took the opportunity to slyly move the brush to tease her into excitement. Poor Cassandra thought she had gone mad as the excited waves brushed her all over, one after the other. Her screams in the video and her pleas of “please don’t use the brush” now combine to make the brush something she can’t stand.

The Baron narrowed his eyes as he watched her carefully, he was an expert at playing this particular game. He knew how far he could lead her out, even she couldn’t believe she couldn’t turn back, and he had no idea how moving her hurt would be if he stopped for a second.

“Touch me in that place yah, come on yah, please,” she urged loudly, unashamedly, her clitoris erecting more visibly, aggressively flattering the brush, “let me get it out!” She practically screamed at him. All shame was lost, her body’s need drove her to exuberance, “I’m getting close, you’ve got to let me vent, please, please!”

He let the brush stop at the root of her clitoris, and then he gave it a charming upward flick, causing her to lose her breath. The toes couldn’t help but twist. “Willing to be my slave? Darling, that’s all I need to hear you say that word.”

Her head bobbed from side to side like a wave drum, and the brush teased her, and from between her closed teeth she uttered a few words, “No, I don’t want to, I don’t want to.”

Brush moved again, his hand pushing the protective cover of his clitoris up to catch her lower body, forbidding her to move at all, thus curbing her impulses, still placing her in a sea of hungry, tense, repressed, cruel lust.

This torment was really enough for her, and she burst into tears. The Baron looked at her, but said nothing. He knew how she would be, and he could understand how disappointed she would be if she fought and failed to get the kind of extreme arousal that he and others had already taught her.

It was just a weapon he used to force her hand, and it wasn’t his fault if she persisted in her unnecessary paranoia. Just say the word, and now she’ll be satisfied and able to acquit herself, won’t she? There was no need to condemn her to tears.

At last she stopped crying and glanced at him, he could sense that she hated him, “Poor Cassandra,” he said softly, “try and sleep, I’ll see you again in a little while.” To make her believe what he was saying he put out the light and left her alone in the dark, she still felt her body tighten with desire. As an added compulsion, he still kept the VCR playing, and even when she closed her eyes, she could hear her own screams of pleasure after she’d been sexually satisfied. The kind of satisfaction she would never get again. Eventually, her body calmed down, still wanting, but not so much, and although her clitoris was still swollen, it wasn’t so restless and impatient. After almost an hour of this, she was completely asleep.

Her dreams were filled with chaotic titillating imagery, she tried to curl up and roll over, all confined by the boards strapped beneath her. Her head was moving and she cried out from her dream. It seemed only a moment before her eyes opened again.

She was still in darkness, the Baron had returned instead, he had silk gloves on his hands and was stroking and rubbing her slender torso, down to the most sensitive part of her lower body, up to the hollows of her two breasts, then up to her neck circle, her ears and behind her ears. He heard her whiz whiz whiz ever quickening breathing and knew she was awake, “I thought you’d had enough rest, darling, I promised you a night of pleasure. Now I’m going to turn the board over, if you cooperate it will be easy, if you resist I’ll have to call Peter in to help.”

Cassandra was not strong; in fact, she wished to be lidded down so that she could orgasm by pressing herself against the bed. However, the Baron knew what he was doing, and he slipped a thick, wide wooden bolt under her waist to support her body, so that her sex organs were not pressed against the bed at all.

The Baron knew full well that by this point she was extremely sensitive to his every movement, she felt her bladder swell, hours had passed, they had had strong coffee in the evening and her prior arousal hadn’t quite worn off yet, he propped his hand against her outer labia, her pubic hairs backed up against her lower abdomen. Her moans told him the method was working. Those sparks of pleasure had ignited, and as he played with her, he brought the head of his cock closer, gently at her womb.

Since this was all going on in the dark, Cassandra couldn’t guess what else was coming next. His wicked fingers began to flick over her body and she was about to have a seizure, but the touch was too light, however, as soon as she felt his glans laying over her place, she aggressively pressed her hips down, trying to tease him into poking in.

“Naughty!” The Baron responded with a harrumph and gave her a light slap on the ass, “If you want me to go in there, you know what you have to do. It is to tell me that you are willing to be a slave girl. Cassandra, I’m about to slide in, and I’m still squirming inside so you can reach the ultimate pleasure in one fell swoop. Imagine, Cassandra, what it would be like!”

Cassandra sobbed commiseratingly, the ground was too wonderful to imagine, her body was so enlightened that it needed this outburst but could not satisfy it, she could not, would not, give in to him, the idea of being a slave girl, the idea of being publicly humiliated made it intolerable for her. “No!” She screamed, and shivered as she pressed, as his glans slid into her womb, only for a moment, knowing that it was the most sensitive part of her body, and not fully penetrating it in order to make her feel his presence, and in order for him to drive her instincts lightly.

He twisted his hips, thrusting in and out, letting his whole cock scrape along her gash, “popping” with his glans.

Ground touched the swollen clitoris. Cassandra’s stomach, pelvis and thighs hardened and swelled. With every movement she made, she heard herself scream out. It was so over-exciting that several times she thought she was losing consciousness, and if that didn’t get her off, it didn’t let her rest. But the Baron was a sophisticated man, and never so much as let her lose her mind to avoid answering his demands. He fucked her on one side and talked to her on the other, forcing her to think about the situation in which her body had clearly been laid out for him to see.

Finally, he decided it was time to stop for a moment. Still in the darkness, she was flipped over again, on her back. This time a small stick was clamped between her outer labia to replace his. Because of this constant pressure she found it harder to contain her arousal. She managed to drift off to sleep for a while, but the Baron turned back around, turning on the light and touching Cassandra’s hot forehead with his hand. She opened her eyes and moaned, knowing that she was about to become aroused again.

“Say ‘yes,'” he whispered in her ear, his hand stroking and ruffling her hair with the utmost warmth, not at all like he was coercing her. “Yield! Now, Cassandra.” But she still shook her head, and her refusal angered him.

This time he brought a small oscillator and played with it first on her over-excited breasts, watching as the nipples that had shriveled under her eyes stood up immediately. The blood rushed, the nipples hard and raw, and he let his tongue lick and flick them, making Cassandra cry out in pleasure from deep in her throat.

His eyes caught her as he moved the oscillator to her earlobe and he saw the panic in her eyes, after a while she adjusted to this new column of pleasure and he moved the oscillator into the cleavage, then around the navel until he touched the nerves of the bladder, and she shuddered, the one eye on her face becoming rounder and larger, her cheeks roasting red with the marvelous rising heat. The Baron saw what effect he had already wrought. He knew that the flimsy fiber stick would not excite her enough to get her going, and he also knew that she had no hope of relaxing; all he had to do was to keep her aroused, and by this time her resistance would be too much to overcome.

She had never been so desperate, she cried and screamed and stomped and twisted, every inch of her limbs burned with lust, she was now like a lying fire , dripping with sweat, dripping from her tits. The baron was sucking on her tits, his mouth was as skillful as his hands, his tongue drew out the contours of her body and went into her navel, she screamed at him wildly.

“Please, please, stop! It’s hurting me.”

“No, no, it’s teasing you, Cassandra, it’s painless, except for the fact that it doesn’t allow you to let off steam, which lies with you, and I love giving you pleasure, and I can’t bear to stop, you’re so moving, so arousing.”

“I can’t stand it!” She sobbed. His mouth returned to her right breast, taking in the full root disk and sucking warmly, “Gotta stop, I’m going crazy.”

But his hands and mouth continued to play with her, “Maybe I’ll have to rest again for a while,” she was nothing but a bundle of excited nerves, and the thought that the sweet torment would stop and then start again finally made her give in to it.

“No!” She screamed, a cry that spelled out the loudest he had ever heard of so many, “Please, don’t go. I’ll volunteer, I promise, I’ll be your slave, don’t go, it’s too much for me to stay like this once you’re gone, I’ll do everything you want me to do, just let me vent.”

She heard him sigh in satisfaction, a look that said, “If I had known, I wouldn’t have done it”. His face was close to hers, his lips covered hers, “You won’t regret it,” he promised her, “This party will be the most amazing of your life.” She didn’t care about anything, she didn’t want to hear about the party, about the slave auction, except for the fact that he was finally pushing her to the heights of joy and letting her vent, “Let me vent,” she grunted softly. He parted her sticky vulva very carefully, removed the cruel but wonderfully pressure-producing fiber rod, and then lowered his head and wrapped his tongue around her clitoris, a bud of flesh that had been poking and throbbing hopelessly all night. Her entire body felt like it was being washed over by a warm stream of water, and she popped up her ass and pounded her heels, trying to lift her bound thighs and screaming desperately. The Baron untied her thighs and cut them off, at the same time shoving the little oscillator into her asshole, which made her muscles twitch wildly, and the walls of her womb gripped his until he couldn’t help but be squeezed out of her by her seizure, and after his sexual arousal, the oscillator still stayed in her anus, making her squeeze him over and over again and keep on screaming wildly, giving vent to the pleasure of ultimate satisfaction.

Eventually he sat up and she pulled out of the oscillator, ambling over her, feeling her loose nipples brush against his chest hair. After a moment, he untied her wrists again and rolled off, lying on his back beside her, straddling her, still hooking his legs around hers, like he was tying on another bondage, “Didn’t I promise you, a night to remember.”

Her face was still pressed against his forehead, the night had left her truly exhausted, and now that her body was completely satisfied, she considered her commitment to him, and how she was going to be the most creative persuader of Ketia yet.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he murmured into her ear and she pressed closer to him, “I won’t let them hurt you.”

“I wasn’t going to say ‘yes,'” she said, wishing he dragon would always hold her like this.

“I know, we both knew from the beginning that you would agree.”

“No, I really want to…” she trailed off, hesitant to use the right words, how absurd and ridiculous it was that she was always trying to outsmart him in that one-time game.

“You know how amazing you are, darling,” he embraced her tightly, “I hope those three had as much fun as we did, we’ll have to see the videotape after a while. You can rest assured that there’s no way they could have seen anything here tonight.”

“How many slaves will be at the party?” She asked nervously as she sat up.

“Ten to twelve, I’d like to have one or two guests out of each group if possible, naturally you belong to our group and I’ll be ‘buying’ a male slave to join you, it’s a little more fun that way.”

Cassandra stroked her wrist and she felt like crying again, seconds ago they had been so close, emotionally intertwined, and now he talked about her as a piece of entertainment at a party that was going to take place.

“We need to get some sleep,” he pressed, ignoring the pain in her eyes, “Just stay here, I don’t like to sleep alone after intercourse.” It was a lie, usually he would have preferred to sleep alone. Cassandra didn’t know that, so he unfolded his skeleton and embraced her and was soon asleep, to her supposedly the compensation he paid her, while Katya had been watching the movement in and out of the large bedroom, the lights coming on and going off, calculating that soon she and her friends were going to have to have a night of fun with the woman who consumed all of her hatred.

Chapter XIII

“How do I look?” Katya asked as she spun around to the Baron. He too was looking costumed for the party. He turned from his stool in front of the masquerade mirror and surveyed her with a satisfied look. She knew her purple and black dress outlined her figure to perfection.

“It’s so charming,” he said, giving her a piece of his mind. There was a snarky tone in his voice that she didn’t care for.

“What’s so funny about it?”

“Not at all, I know you chose the color purple because it reminds of Rome, not because it suits you.”

“Francoise and I both think that purple suits me, and in any case you are not at all fashionable; you only become a connoisseur after a woman has taken off her clothes.”

He laughed out loud, “Probably not wrong, at least you hit the wall once, I said that on purpose. How many people have come?”

“The last count was sixty-three, when does the slave auction begin?”

“After dinner, I suppose, you’ve been looking forward to the big finale?”

Katya hesitated, as usual she would have said yes. It was indeed the kind of entertainment that made her happy, a challenge she could easily win with her particular sexual preferences and skills, but she knew a little bit about how much more fun it would be to not let Cassandra get the upper hand, and the truth was that the woman was already a worrier. She knew that after tonight it would either be her or her opponent, and one would likely be leaving his home for good.

“Yeah, I’ve been looking forward to it,” she said, hoping he hadn’t minded her wandering off. “I love to see Cassandra completely out of control and fully engaged in the pleasures we’ve taught her. But unfortunately, I think it may be the opposite of what I had hoped for, and am reminded that attempting to break through that last barrier will likely be a big joke.”

“You think it will be the other way around?” The Baron was thoughtful, “If I were betting, I’d have to say it’s possible, but we’ll see, if I’m wrong and you’re right, we’ll have to find a new governess next week. I shall not use her again.”

“What if I’m wrong?” For the past forty-eight hours, she and Françoise had been harping on that question. He rose from the chemise and walked toward her, cupping her face in both hands and placing a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “This is the sort of situation where you’d have to go for a patron and a lover, my dear, and so as you know, the stakes are too high. Now let us go down to dinner!”

When he let go of her hand, her legs couldn’t hold her up and she sat on her ass on the bed. She’d never expected him to be so blunt. They’d kept their relationship going for years. She’d always imagined that he needed her as much as she needed him, and in just a few words, he’d destroyed all her confidence, but he’d also mandated that she make up her mind to win.

They walked downstairs to dine and she focused her mind on what would lie ahead. Cassandra was a slave, forced to do whatever the Baron and his friends told her to do. Katya was in his group. She would control the situation, not her Cassandra. With such convenience, she couldn’t believe she would lose. She couldn’t believe the world she could go to if the Baron dismissed her.

Katia was a woman of great vitality. Her head was straight and her eyes sparkling as she and the baron walked into the dining-room. Clasping her lover’s hand, no one present could have guessed that anything was lost in her world. Throughout the table she talked and laughed, and from time to time met the Baron’s gaze, and smiled at him, across the table. He admired her for this poise.

Cassandra was not at all pumped up to face the challenges of her arrival. While Katya talked to the other guests, she was circled into the large suite on the roof of the building, where almost a dozen volunteer slaves were waiting to be dressed in slave attire.

Peter was there. She was surprised there was no Luz. Clara was there, too, probably as a stopgap. She looked like she regretted saying yes, and one of the taller slaves put on a harness that made her feel like she was fitting herself into fingerless gloves, except for her limbs, leaving only her big tits hanging out for all to see.

Not all of the female slaves were uniformly dressed; some wore three-pointed styles with their hands tied behind their backs, and they were not remotely capable of removing such attire themselves. The four male slaves were instead dressed in one style, with leather sheaths over their penises, their wrists linked by chains, and shackles over their left ankle bones.

Cassandra still stood shivering soporifically in her dressing gown. The slave master came toward her; she could see that he was a friend of the baron’s, but his eyes showed a terrible light gray, like the winter sea, and he caught her upper arm in a rough hand.

“Name,” he asked, ripping off her shirt without waiting for her to unbutton it herself, and she tensed so much she couldn’t speak as he grabbed her earlobe so hard she let out an “ah-wah” of pain. “Name?” He repeated.

“Cassandra.” She said breathlessly and he gave her a more attentive look as if the name meant something to him. He pulled the bra off her shoulders, “Take off your clothes, come on girl, no time for you to pretend to be shy.”

Ridiculously considering what was in front of her, Cassandra tried to cover her tits from his view. But she just had to take off all her clothes and stand naked in front of him as he reached a cold hand toward her, “A harness.

“He signaled an assistant.

Cassandra wanted to be able to cover her tits and ass, and didn’t want to walk out onto the platform with her tits on display for whatever she wanted like Clara’s. But she was relieved to see that the pay harness wasn’t the same as the girl’s. Her pussy and tits were covered with wire mesh, a thin chain was bolted to her wrists, her hands were tied in front of her, and there was also a small silver padlock around her neck attached to the wire mesh corset.

They were ready for an hour before the guests had their fill of wine. The hour’s wait added to the tension in the forbidding room, and Cassandra’s mood cheered up as Peter, followed by a young man with light hair and soft blue eyes, made his way toward her.

“Can I stay with you?” He apologized for asking her opinion.

“Sure! Are you as nervous as I am?” She asked.

He glanced at the Chief Slave Master, a man who was busy talking to his assistant. “You’d better keep your voice down or he’ll separate us. To be honest, rather than being nervous, I’m more excited to get away from Clara, and seeing her bulging tits and me in this yoke is so exciting it hurts.”

Cassandra was still getting the full effect of the leather penis sheath for the first time, and she winced in sympathy. “Why did you volunteer?” She wondered between.

“I love to hunt, and we had a marvelous masquerade ball in Venice, but I think this one might be even more fun. The Baron is so creative, why are you? I thought you would be a guest!”

Cassandra shrugged softly, “If I’d thought about being original, but I should regret it now too, I don’t like the atmosphere.”

“By way of introduction, this is Anton, who came from Austria with a friend of the Baron’s. They made a bet to see who would go into slavery.”

Cassandra grinned at Anton sympathizing with her, “You lose!”

“No, I won,” he shook his head.

She really couldn’t understand them at all anymore. “Why didn’t you pick Luz?” She asked Peter.

“The Baron thinks she’s bound to make a fool of herself. Besides, Clara wants to spend her special night here, after which she’s going back to her mother and her stepfather. Who knows what will come into her life! Think of Claude!” Cassandra didn’t think there would be much euphoria in life.

Time passed as the girl in the three-pointed tunic slipped out of the room to use the nearside restroom, Cassandra recognized the need and she had just reached the door when the head slave stopped her.

“Where are you going,”

“Restroom,” she said, hoping it didn’t sound too nervous.

“I don’t have the key to your chastity belt.”

“At whom,”

“This will go to your new master. Give up that thought! Anyone else need to go, there’s not much time before the auction starts!”

Her face flushed red with annoyance. She turned back to Peter and Anton, who sympathized with her, “We’re in the same boat. Don’t worry, as soon as you’re bought you’ll be unlocked, I guess the Baron is the one who’s going to buy you, I wish I knew who’s going to buy me, I just hope it’s not Claude, he can be so harsh.”

“You mean Clara’s father was there tonight?”

“Of course, he flew in specifically to take her home.”

They were not able to talk further when a gong sounded from somewhere in the house and the Master Slave demanded silence. They were lined up in groups of four and led out the door, down three flights of stairs and along the hall walkway to the large ballroom at the back of the house. Cassandra had never been there before, and she knew it was usually always locked. Instead of letting them go straight in, they waited in a side room, the house was so small that they could barely fit so many people in. Cassandra soon felt the odor of rapidly expanding sexual desire emerge from all those tense, sweating bodies.

They could hear the “buzz” of people in the ballroom. Cassandra felt on the verge of screaming with impatience when the gong sounded again. Immediately four men went out, and the voices from the ballroom came in through the open door, all of them speaking in loud, shrill, agitated voices.

The Master Slaver caught Cassandra and Clara, along with a tall mulatto who was dressed in a tight skimpy outfit. Three men, including the Master Chief’s assistant, blindfolded the three women in black, and with darkness before her eyes, Cassandra wished with all her heart that she couldn’t let herself be brought to this point. Her pulse raced wildly with fear.

The slave master pushed her roughly in the back and she stumbled into the ballroom, her attire accentuating her slender frame.

The Baron was in the front seat of the ballroom, and as soon as he saw her enter, he was self-conscious of the dryness in his throat. It was wonderful how weak she was, with her chained hands and yoke around her neck. Her slightly parted lips and hesitant step showed how much she dreaded the scene she was undergoing.

Caitia stood close to him, watching as the three women were wheeled in and hurried up to the orchestra playing platform.

When Dieter and Marita first moved into the house, there was a dance, and Clara stepped up the top step, her tits kicking up so high that the men in the audience “tsked” in appreciation.

The big gamble begins, Cassandra faces forward and sees nothing, the worst yet. First the sale of Clara. The sale was made quickly and Cassandra could hear the purchaser’s voice as Claude. Next it was the half-breed girl’s turn. This one took longer as many men came up on stage, touching her body, reaching into three-point pantsuits, and loudly judging her. Cassandra had been warily muffled waiting her turn.

Eventually the half-breed girl was led away by a group of men and women. Now Cassandra knew that she was the only one standing on the stage facing the crowd. She didn’t know what currency they were trading in, only that the first number was “five” and the numbers increased rapidly, but there was no baron’s voice. A man came up and reached around her waist, then up to her covered breasts. She shivered with both pleasure and nervousness, yet he must have been kneeling in front of her feet, for suddenly his hands were spreading her legs, and she could hear him gasping as his hands nudged here and poked there at the mesh of her covered pussy, and finally he gripped her ass thoughtfully in both hands, increasing the price considerably before leaving the platform.

There was a long period of silence after his offer. Cassandra wanted to open her mouth and call out to the Baron to raise his price quickly.

She suddenly realized that she would be at a loss if he backed out, and her lower lip began to quiver.

The Baron had been watching her intently, and when he finally saw that her original fear had been overwhelmed by a greater one, he absently raised his hand and quoted his own price. It was a formality, and no one here could bid that high, even if they wanted to risk upsetting him. So a few minutes later, Cassandra was led off the platform by Ketia and pushed through the crowd, which was still waiting for the next round, reaching out to touch and caress her, their harrumphs laced with grim cruelty.

“Well, Cassandra, here you are,” came the Baron’s voice in her ear. She felt a sudden hesitation. Katya handed the chain to the Baron, “I hope you didn’t feel too uncomfortable while you were waiting upstairs, now let’s remove your blindfold so you can get a good look at us.”

The black tape was removed, and she actually had a hard time adjusting to it all at once; before her eyes were dark figures flying with golden flowers.

Slowly her eyesight returned and she was able to see the Baron, his eyes glazed over. Katia, Françoise, Robert, and three couples she hadn’t seen before, all of them staring at her with extreme passion and greed.

They were now in a corner of the ballroom, where velvet-covered chairs were readily available for them to sit on, around a platform the width of a double bed, on which a male slave was already kneeling.

Cassandra recognized it as Anton, and neither of them dared to show recognition. He looked just as sensible as Cassandra, despite the fact that he had been excited all night as well. The bidding for the new auction was still deafening, but Cassandra tried not to think about anyone else in the hall. She had to pretend it was another group coitus.

The Baron slowly spread his hands, two silver keys in his palms. With one he unlocked the chains around her wrists and with the other he opened the padlock, now with only her thighs still bound.

The two new-faced women in their group approached and teased her breasts, their fingers making the mesh corset fit her tits tighter, her nipples standing up excitedly. “She’s lovely,” they said to the Baron with smiles, “no wonder you want her so much.”

He smiled at Cassandra and pulled back her corset, her nipples fully exposed.

The ballroom was too hot, and the crowd of those still bidding for slaves pushed against her, Cassandra felt dizzy and wished she could sit on the platform, but she seemed to be caught in a trap, destined to stand on the platform they watched and took pleasure in it.

Françoise handed her a tall glass with a drink on the rocks. “Drink it, Cassandra, it will calm you down,” she touched Cassandra’s hot skin and squeezed her spine. Cassandra drank it obliviously, but when she felt her thirst had been quenched, she didn’t want to drink any more, and Francoise insisted that she drink it all.

Once she had finished drinking, Katya stepped forward to undo the trip clasps on her back, the mesh cover already calling for her to be drenched in sweat. Robert stepped forward and jerked off the webbing, and a string of moans escaped from the kneeling Anton.

Cassandra looked downward at him and realized that his penis was still in its leather sheath, firmly restrained. He couldn’t get an erection even though she had aroused him and his body was leaping for joy.

“Don’t speak,” the Baron ordered sternly, startling Cassandra so much that he actually took a thin leather whip to the unlucky youth’s lower abdomen, the leather sheath visibly tightening against the lash as he bit his lip to keep from uttering a sound.

“Get on the couch and lie on your back; Anton is about to go between your legs,” said the Baron. She felt very sorry for the male slave, but was still immediately ordered to do so. “Now, Anton, lick her tits, she likes to suck them hard.”

Cassandra’s belly twitched in fear as Anton bent toward her, so many faces watching them, many with obvious excitement. She was embarrassed as hell, yet his tongue wrapped around her nipple and she felt the pulse in her neck throbbing.

Although his cock was sheathed, his entire body was naked, and as he lay on top of her teasing and humiliating her tits, his testicles were scraping her lower abdomen, increasing her excitement, and her legs kept stirring on the flat couch . Seeing this, the Baron quickly opened the last padlock. They could clearly see the netting being embedded into her wet skin to stimulate her pussy, and he couldn’t help but pull out a hateful finger and press it between her two vulvas, feeling and sensing her mucus oozing out.

Above Cassandra, Anton was slurping hard on her tits, falling back with his head facing backwards, trying to drain the nipples to the fullest extent possible before letting go of them and letting them fall back into place. In this way, the touch with the Baron’s fingers elicited a quick response from her flesh, its body tensing up suddenly and rising to a quick eruption.

Cassandra heard Caitia laugh out loud, “How cheeky la! Cassandra, in front of so many strangers!” She pressed her hand against the woman’s parted thighs and heard her sharp intake of breath. “Never mind, I promise I’ll let it out again in abundance, we’ve given you enough, the least you can do is show your staying power in return.”

“What about Anton?” A woman’s voice asked.

Cassandra saw the agitated and distorted face of the hot young man lying on top of her, “I hope they remove that from me.” He slurred to her.

“I think it’s best to remove it,” Robert advocated in an aside; “if it’s not removed, he may suffer irreparable damage. At any rate, I can’t see that his wife will be happy if the damage is done.”

“Stay calm,” the Baron advised, and the leather sheath was brought down from the whipcord he was holding. Anton was finally free to get an erection. He closed his eyes for a moment to rest, and he felt the women’s hands scratching his balls and the sensitive, delicate foreskin of his penis. His cock was hard and raw, but he still wasn’t allowed to move it around where he was lying on his back.

“Let’s make a bet on how long he can hold out before he gives out.” A man’s voice made the suggestion and pressed on to discuss the time chosen and the amount of the bet.”

“Sit up, Cassandra,” said the Baron, “the result is all in your skill and his self-control. I’m paying money to press on the actuality of rapid ejaculation, so be aware that you are working on him.”

Cassandra sat up straight, and immediately what she hadn’t seen before came into view, the Baron’s group now each more or less undressed and excited to varying degrees. Their eyes were fixed on her and Anton, and the look in their eyes was both exciting and ill-intentioned, making her wonder what lay ahead of her at the final end of the night.

“Tease him with your mouth, no hands, nothing but your mouth, and incidentally, Anton likes to be made to feel a little pain slightly to stimulate him to lash out.”

As soon as the time was agreed upon, Cassandra started right away. Anton was still on his back like a dog, that pillar of flesh as hard as a steel pole, and Cassandra was sure he would be giving out in less than a minute or two. And Anton promised Katya as long as possible, the only reason he was set on it was because he was coaxed into it by Katya.

Cassandra began as she had been taught, slipping her tongue under the sensitive skin and flicking this cock up and down more forcefully, only to make the head swell as she wrapped her tongue around the column of flesh again from root to head .

He was trying to control his sexual urges so that she heard the Baron “grating” his tongue in a sign of impatience, and she remembered the last few words he had just said. Instead of softly sliding her lips shut, she took Anton’s glans by surprise. A white edge of pain pierced the pleasure he was experiencing. His ass jutted forward until it touched the tips of her lower teeth, and this final edge of pain was washed away by cum as he shot wildly into her mouth. The ass bucked and squeezed like a leather tiger in a frantic upheaval until the last drops fell.

“Excellent.” The Baron clapped his feet together, “I won, I believe I will win, well done Cassandra.

Both of you change positions and get comfortable.” Cassandra opened her mouth to say something, but stopped short. As she wasn’t sure it would be allowed. He raised his eyebrows. “What’s your problem?”

“I’d like to use the restroom,” she said naively, “and no one had a key on them just now.”

“Of course not, I have the key with me all the time. You can use the Sinister, Cassandra, but not until you have triggered our young friend once more. That feeling you can increase the effect of your stimulation. He’s going to have to take a little break first, so while we let him rest, we’ll turn our attention to you. Since you told us about this situation, I think you should lie face down.”

While Cassandra hesitated, the group jostled and crowded closer to the stage, their hands reaching out hungrily to touch her as she lay in a “big” position on the flat couch, with each of the four men grasping her wrists and ankles. Meanwhile, Anton was asked to stand in front of the couch and watch.

“Such moving skin.” Robert’s hand picked up on Cassandra’s spine and stroked downward, “I always want a happy slave, Françoise, pass me the oil.” There was a pause, his fingers more gentle and lingering than the Baron’s. Her muscles craved a deeper touch.

The people who grabbed her wrists and ankles were different in their efforts; some touched her gently, treating her like a doll, while others roughly pinched the sockets of her feet. Her whole back felt the different flavors clearly. She couldn’t help but rub the mattress of the flat couch, pressing her body down as hard as she could to calm the deep ache in her lower abdomen.

Finally, Robert withdrew his hand and each man stopped touching, but they still caught her wrists and ankles.

She tried with all her might to raise her head and see what would happen next, but the Baron sternly ordered her to lie still.

Second by second, minute by minute, her stretched body waited. A soft mumbled whisper rang out, not a word audible. She tensed again, with anticipation. Every fiber of her body knotted with nervous expectation. The group looked downward at her body, which trembled with fear, and their own agitation increased in intensity.

The Baron carefully held a long thin-necked glass bottle in his hand, two feet behind Cassandra. Gradually he tipped it and watched as the icy water flowed down the opening and further down to meet a glass dropper whose exit was a small hole through which only one drop could pass at a time. In absolute silence the group watched as the first clear drop of ice water passed through the dropper and landed on the unguarded back of this slave girl.

The cold liquid hit her oiled, overheated skin and Cassandra let out a long, surprised sigh as her body curled up and pressed deeper into the flat couch. “Keep your face down,” the Baron reminded her, and she knew there were more drops falling. It was, at first there was a longer interval between each drop, and she lay there with a look of unease, waiting for the cold liquid to hit her and make her heart skip a beat.

She slowly became accustomed to the uneasy waiting, and the drops fell with regularity instead. However someone reached over and parted her ass and legs so that the drops could drip into her pussy groove, straining the flesh and making that little round hole twitch with sensitivity.

With each drop, her entire body shuddered and her desire grew stronger as she began to make grunting, begging sounds. As soon as they heard her grunts, they rolled her over and quickly put a black market blindfold on her so she couldn’t figure out what part of her body the water touched and when it dripped.

Now little drops of water fell on her hot, swollen breasts, down toward her belly and into her waistline. The Baron aimed the spout of the bottle precisely at her navel, and as each drop fell, her belly jerked and tensed, so that it kept shaking restlessly. He dropped a few more drops in quick succession and watched as they tumbled down to his thighs.

Though Cassandra couldn’t see, her other senses were more acute, and she bit her upper lip one moment and her lower lip the next, chewing on this bitter-sweet ordeal. The water ran down to her pubic hairs and she let out a sigh of relief, her hips wiggling, trying to get the water to run into her gutter, which was swollen with excitement.

All she could feel were fingers parting her vulva, like Katya’s fingers were pushing on her clitoral cover to make her clit visible, and she could experience the humiliation of having many people watching.

The Baron waited, watching as she kept trying to press her body down, and he finally gestured toward Anton to come forward, and a woman caught Anton’s hand, palm down, and made it to Cassandra’s abdomen. It was a reminder of how she felt about her bladder, and she squirmed even more desperately to avoid the hand. Her need to take it easy was so strong that she could no longer care that someone was watching. “Please! Please!” Her moan turned into a cry, “Help me!

“I’m sorry,” she pleaded.

“What a wonderful voice she has,” Francoise laughed out loud, “and look how lovely she is when she loses control! Even Anton is starting to get in the mood again.” Everyone looked toward the male slave, whose previously receding cock was now throbbing. Ketia grinned at the young man, her tongue licking her upper lip.

On the flat couch Cassandra was still pleading with them to end torturing her spirit with water. But they made him wait longer again. They licked and sucked her toes, rubbed the curves of her knees with silk, but ignored the area of her sex symbols, just by the fact that her clitoris was completely out in the open, and it wouldn’t subside at all, due to the fact that someone was still pushing against the clitoral cover. Finally the Baron had had enough of this trick. He dropped his hand and applied two quick drops to the fleshy bud, causing Cassandra’s mind to go wild.

Her body struggled to pop off the couch; she let out a soothing scream, but the cover of her clitoris was still pushed up against it, making her overly sensitive and almost delirious; she shook her head frantically, desperately trying to scream it out as the surge of her pleasure washed over her, giving her a burst of blissful to-the-point-of-effort relief that filled her heart with gratitude.

She didn’t have much time to savor the full joy, because hardly had she finished her passionate outburst and settled her body when her blindfold was removed and she was helped to sit up. Immediately her need to empty her bladder felt even more urgent, but she figured it was to get to the restroom she would have to let Anton reach orgasm one more time.

Katie AP understood her discomfort now as she pushed Anton helplessly to her side, “That’s for you, Cathy, you’re greatly fortunate that Anton seems to be a hyperactive young man. Hypergamy is one thing, orgasm is another. Being forced to ejaculate twice is, after all, quite a painful thing for a man to do, and you can’t expect him to cooperate with you.”

Anton’s hands were now tied behind his back, and he sat soulfully by Cassandra’s side, waiting for her, as she lowered her head to his cock, and every man in the group watched with interest. These men felt that he had already vented once, that he had witnessed Cassandra’s lust again, and that it would be most hopelessly incendiary for her to tease him again, for fear.

She was even more frantic. Her bladder was so full that it was bursting, thanks to the glass of water Francoise had forced her to drink. Her orgasm passed and she needed to go to the restroom even more, yet this young man stood between her feet, desperate for the opportunity to divert her physical necessity. She reached out and grabbed his sex organ, holding it in her palm and letting the column of flesh slide up and down in her hand.

His glans was erect and Cassandra knew that didn’t mean he’d be any more aroused, she gripped his cock tighter, sliding her hand up and down more and all she got in return was a slow parting of the crotch of his legs.

She decided to get his foreskin off. Bending down, she teased his belly with the friction of her long hair as she bobbed her head back and forth to increase his sensations. His cock continued to swell and her hand remained constantly busy on his shaft, but she didn’t see much added effect, his erection was still not up to par.

Suddenly remembering what she liked, she looked up at the Baron, who was watching intently. “Can I use some lube?” She asked respectfully. He nodded and one of his boyfriends quickly handed her a vial which she carefully applied to him, this time with amazing results, Anton’s breathing quickened and his cock began to stand fully erect.

Cassandra was surprised that his gradual exuberance in turn agitated her. He loved being under her control, loved being in a position to force him into a state of arousal, albeit, one that was against his will. She sat on her knees and examined his body, which in turn increased his arousal, his cock almost fully erect.

He had already shown his lust, and she immediately buried her head again, this time wrapping her tongue around his glans, waiting for the self-evident milk drops to ooze out of the gaping hole, but to her dismay, nothing came out. Her whole pubic region was swollen with excitement, and the pressure from her bladder made her lean and shake, not knowing what she was doing at all, she was so absorbed in the realm of vocal carnal desire.

It was difficult for the Baron’s friends to watch her amusing herself, and some of them flirting with each other, when they themselves were doing little but watching. But the Baron and Ketia each stayed in one place, carefully watching the evenly matched contest in silence.

Anton stared at the woman with rounded eyes and long fabulous black hair, doing his best to slow his arousal. He knew what he was capable of on his own, he didn’t want another sexual outburst, and if he got careless, her skill would make sure to force him to have another one. She saw the fear in his eyes, a fear that only spurred her on. She reached out with one hand and poked his scrotum with one long fingernail, then caught his balls and held them in her hand, squeezing them gently. Slowly she increased the pressure of her hand, her eyes going straight into his.

Anton felt the root of his strip of flesh tighten and his balls stand straight up, ready to give out, “That’s right,” Cassandra softly encouraged him, her mouth hotly kissing his belly, “That’s right, give it out, give it out, give it out for me, let me see you give it out one more time. “

Her words were as exciting as her touch, and he sighed in disappointment. Swollen, the head of his cock grew engorged with blood, purple as if it were blowing. He was definitely on the verge of having to do it, Cassandra knew. She retracted her hand, wanting to touch him one last time, or so to speak, but that’s when Katya seized the opportunity.

She reached in between the two slaves and squeezed Anton’s glans hard. Anton cried out with ease her, knowing it would delay the venting and give him more time to recover. Cassandra got annoyed and without even thinking about what the hell she was trying to do, she swung her five fingers at the woman, ready to grab her somewhere.

“No!” She shouted, “That’s not fair, he’s on the verge of leaking.”

Immediately two men grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back. The Baron glared at her in displeasure, “I am in charge of both of you,” he reminded her coldly, “We will deal with you as we wish, and apologize to Katia at once.”

Cassandra was so full of complaints that she was on the verge of tears. She was so humanly in need of using the restroom, and now, despite all her efforts, Anton’s erection visibly abated in front of her, but with the Baron’s dark eyes glaring dead at her, she was forced to make only an apology.

“I’m sorry, I apologize, I forgot who I was.”

Ketia could have been generous and magnanimous when she saw that she had achieved her goal, “Just give her a couple of lashes, I think, Detective, she said absently. He nodded. Robert and Françoise counterclasped Cassandra’s arms and shoulders. Catia had invented a thin leather whip that she often used to whip her cowering opponents’ breasts. Her aim was clear, and she lashed Cassandra about both nipples twice so hotly and painfully that her eyes couldn’t help but fill with tears as they burned. Though the Baron was amused to see the hate glistening in the tears.

By this point she was feeling relieved. Anton’s cock had barely stirred at all, and after a while Cassandra was completely disappointed. But then it occurred to her that there was one way she hadn’t tried yet. She ordered him to bow over her like a dog propped up on his knees and elbows with his head in the direction of her lower body. He guessed what she would do and grudgingly did as she told him, now that she could do it herself to part someone else’s tight asshole. Once again, she swirled her finger in lube and poked it into his anus. It was this very slight teasing that brought Anton’s dead snake-like cock back to life. As soon as her finger pushed in harder, Make knew he was done for, so he clenched as hard as he could against her entry. “Relax,” she said softly, she was no longer concerned with his pleasure or lack thereof, she only had the need to relieve her own disaster. He refused to comply with the order to relax, and the baron rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Do as she says, Anton, or we will make you suffer enough, that is beyond her ability.”

Anton was immediately honest, relaxing his anus and opening it wide enough for Cassandra’s fingers to slip inside. Her fingers sought and quickly found the vas deferens, and she kneaded that area, causing his cock to jerk up, hard and swollen with total arousal. With one hand she was kneading his vas deferens, while her other free hand stroked his quivering body. Her fingers rested on the glans and gave a quick squeeze and release a couple of times, which, combined with the pleasurable sensation of the vas deferens, caused Anton to completely lose consciousness, his body spasming wildly, his ass writhing over and around in her cruel slender fingers as he finally reached the heights of his sexual arousal.

Cassandra rejoiced in its success, and surges of power washed over her entire body. At first she was surprised that she didn’t hear more pain than joy in his cries, and when he had finished his outburst, she realized that his grip on her hand was still almost dry. She knew that for him, this second time was following in the footsteps of the first, and a little too quickly. This ensuing vent rocked him with more pain than joy.

Anton was paralyzed on the couch: sobbing in pain and shame. He regretted volunteering to be a slave, but it was too late to back out; he could only wait for the night to be over. All around them noticed the same thing, but Cassandra almost forgot her role as she realized that the young man’s undulating body barely moved from her at all, but stood out, indicating her success.

She looked upwards at the Baron, waiting for him to allow her to leave the room for a few minutes, but to her consternation he made a sign for her to wait. After a while, Françoise appeared and she brought a large copper basin. She pulled Anton, who was still sobbing, off the flat couch and set the basin on the couch.

“Here, you can relax yourself with that tub, Cassandra.” The Baron smiled.

Her cheeks came out on fire as she fixed her eyes on him incredulously, “You mean right now, right in front of all of you?”

“Of course, what right to privacy does a slave have.”

“I can’t,” she demurred softly, her voice almost lost in shock as well.

“Come, come, Cassandra, if your libido is such that you can mentally abuse a complete stranger with your mouth, then I find it difficult to understand why you cannot pee in this basin. However, if your elimination is not that urgent, Françoise can take this basin away.”

“I am desperate, I am going to un-uliginize, but not here, not by all of you watching.”

“I’m afraid I can’t be chosen by you,” Katya said contentedly. “Of course, you can ask to be excused from this gathering, and you will be allowed to, but then you will not be able to return.”

Those words changed Cassandra’s mental set. She could feel their hot stares, but one step after that, she didn’t want to lose to Katya. She squatted on her bare ass over the copper basin, trying to relax her muscles enough to empty her bladder. At first the muscles refused to obey, but she had learned a great deal about “self-discipline” since her first visit to Hampstead Hall. By slowing her breathing and pushing down on her internal muscles, she eventually managed to overcome her shyness, and as the hot liquid began to “splash” down into the copper basin, she even tasted a strange thrill: the pleasure of relief from the pressure, plus the knowledge that a victory had been won. Katya had nothing more to say now.

As soon as she had finished relieving herself, the basin was moved away. The group flocked to the couch so that Cassandra and Anton’s legs and arms were entangled in the tugging, pinching, and groping of men and women who took their own unique pleasure from their defenseless bodies. She couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman who was manipulating her. All she realized was that the constant stimulation had all her orifices plugged. The men’s interest was in her tits and the crotch of her legs, while the women lay on top of her, letting her lick them and suck their pussies until they let out a squeal of relief before giving way to the other one.

She did not know how much time had passed when suddenly she heard the Baron’s calm voice calling them to order. Everyone stepped back, and she lay there, sweating and exhausted, gazing upward with empty, lifeless eyes at the high, gilded ceiling of the ballroom.

He looked downward at her, smiled, and touched her cheek with two fingers, “You have done well, Cassandra, and we will begin your final test. After what I have seen of this, I have no doubt that you will be as happy as Robert. You know, tonight, Robert’s extravagant wish will be able to be realized, he wants to know if the snake art he has seen is an illusion. I bought this snake especially for him,” and he held up a tiny  colored grass snake.

Chapter XIV

Cassandra’s eyes went horribly wide as the Baron held up the snake. There was an easy titter from the crowd. He stopped his mouth briefly to watch the effect, then gave the snake to Robert and sat down beside Cassandra.

He himself had not taken part in group intercourse, but had cyphered his friend’s behavior with interest, as well as Cassandra’s reactions to their various and varied stimuli; he had even been amazed by the way her sexual extravagance had been nurtured and developed over the course of a few weeks. For a time he had been certain that she would eventually be able to lift this last veil of reserve so that there would be nothing left for him to study about her, but after a step of detailed scrutiny of her expression, he decided that he had been wrong in this judgment. She had managed to retain this kernel of privacy despite her seeming loss of sanity. It was that kernel he wanted to destroy.

Cassandra managed to distinguish herself from the men, not at all affected by them; she was not at the mercy of their bullying, but used them in order to entertain herself while retaining her distance from them. Normal they longed to possess her. He also wondered if Cassandra had been made emotionally confident as a child, and if so, it contradicted his original estimation that she was emotionally immature and the spawn of a religious family.

The Baron had not considered the depth of Cassandra’s feelings for him. It was easy for her to ignore the group because they were irrelevant to her. He was the only one who interested her, and that was because both mentally and physically she was attracted to him, and she could do almost anything for him, and that would enable her to be his permanent companion unlike Katia.

Now he stroked her with his hard hand, completely ignoring the fact that he was in plain sight. He figured it was time to get her excited enough to play along with Robert’s joke, neither hurting Cassandra nor trashing the little snake. He pushed both her tits together and up again from the bottom as he swept his tongue over the sensitive areas, just the way she liked him.

While Cassandra had considered herself, extremely content with the physical intimacy of this authoritarian man, she also had the satisfaction of knowing that Katia and Françoise were having to watch, as he fondled her in such a wonderfully warm and teasing way. Her body perked up again, and she felt her nipples shrugging out, so she had to press them.

Several men came forward to touch her, but did not dare to disturb the baron; meanwhile the women saw her sensitive youthful body begin to stir, her limbs twisted, and they went to Anton, who was equally helpless, and took his hands to their tits, and pushed out their cunts to gag him, and twirled his hair, and shook his head, until he satisfied them.

Cassandra was aware of the activity around her, as well as the different kinds of shouts and sighs from all corners of the ballroom. The movement of the Baron’s hands was the clincher, and now those two hands lived to slide down, adding deadly points of tension as the hands slid down.

He wanted her to watch the venting of another slave while he continued to incite her lust, but Anton looked dispatched, and at best he could only use his hands and mouth to pleasure the women. The Baron therefore scanned the whole hall, and then sent Robert to fetch Claude and Clara, who, in a short time, both arrived. One could tell by the quivering of Clara’s still bound tits, the plea of disappointment in her eyes, that she was still not at least fully satisfied.

Soon the baron had her lying, lids down, between her stepfather’s knees, and then he drew Cassandra up again, and leaning over him kept stroking her, and letting his head rest on his shoulder, “Behold, Cassandra!” He commanded her.

She watched as Claude parted Clara’s crimson ass pieces and a woman very royally spanked both with a belt in hand. Clara moaned, resisting the touch of fingers on her fine skin as Robert was applying cold cream to her orifice, then picked up a small piece of rubber tubing with a small bubble on one end and a large one on the other, and with Claude’s help, shoved that small bubble up Clara’s anus, and then Claude eased up on her crimson buttocks to get that rubber tubing in deeper.

Now she was drawn up again, and Francoise dragged over a rocking chair, which was upholstered, and Claude led his stepdaughter over to the edge of the chair and motioned for him to sit in it, “Clara, sit down peacefully,” said the baronet, as his hand stroked Cassandra’s belly and thighs. “You can rest and relax, Francoise will come and rock that rocking chair.”

The chair began to rock and Cassandra quickly solved the mystery in her mind. Clara’s expression changed from one of glad acceptance to one of great discomfort. She tried to get up, but Claude pressed on her tits and made her remain as the Baron had ordered her to.

“What’s going on?” Cassandra couldn’t see it, and she herself was almost intoxicated by the pleasant atmosphere that the Baron himself had created.

“Each time the rocking chair is shaken, it presses on the large bubbles and passes air through the skin tubes into the smaller bubbles, which gradually expand and after a few minutes begin to squeeze the anal wall, so that she experiences a very interesting sensation.”

Cassandra could well imagine what it must have been like, and as Clara suddenly let out a “woo-hoo”, her mouth hanging open in a look of surprise and confusion, Cassandra was amused, and she could imagine how the straining squeeze must have burst Clara’s abs, and she remembered the wonderful effects of the water at the gym.

Now Clara’s eyes were full of tears, and the Baron signaled for the rocking chair to stop. They let her sit in the rocking-chair in this way. She stayed obediently, not daring to utter a word of air, obviously fearing that some additional movement would make her uncomfortable. As Claude knelt between her feet and spread her legs, he shook the rocker again, causing Clara to cry out in terror again. He used his tongue to scrutinize her cunt.

Cassandra’s breathing was shallow and labored, she could almost feel the heaviness of the bubbles in Clara’s anus, and her cunt was as distended as her anus. Claude’s tongue probed into the hole, going to work sucking on the skin of the womb.

Apparently it was the sensation that excited Clara as well, and her body began to tremble as Robert moved her parted feet and set them on Claude’s neck, causing his body to fall back even more, causing the bubble to swell even more.

Clara grunted loudly, her body on the verge of arousal, but she was afraid, the effect had gotten to be too much for her.

“She dares not give vent,” the Baron’s hand plunged into the crotch of Cassandra’s leg to try her slime. “What a wonderful torment for her, my dear, I wonder what she will do?”

Cassandra moaned too, unable to speak as her body was so aroused by both physical and mental stimulation as well. Her eyes left that helpless Joklara that was struggling to appease her flesh. The young girl was so spasmodically amused by the skill of the half-aged man’s mouth and tongue that she couldn’t tell if the screams she was letting out were from excitement or from pain. Her body bounced up from the rocking chair, she was trying to try and ease her pain a little.

“Well,” whispered the Baron, “Clara is content, and it is your turn again. Lie back on the couch, Cassandra; it is time for Robert’s little pet to go out ‘sight-seeing’.”

Cassandra’s feet were light and her legs were shaking, she didn’t show any refusal. He put a pillow under her ass so that her sex organs were fully exposed. Everyone was now huddled against each other. Robert came over with the water snake, Cassandra started to close her eyes, the Baron lowered his head and put his mouth to her ear and said, “Eyes open my baby, I want to see your expression, I want to see through to the marrow of your bones.”

Robert looked down at her again, “Don’t worry, there’s nothing to be afraid of, Cassandra, it’s a bit of a non-biter, it won’t hurt, and I won’t let it all in! Look! It isn’t very big either.” . She stared at the snake that had coiled up, less than eighteen inches long, its tongue sticking out and licking east and west, its head bobbing on either side like it was trying to find a place to hide. The thought of it swimming around inside her like that made her stomach swell and make her sick to her stomach. Goosebumps rose up all over her body.

Robert sat down beside her and had Françoise prop open her vulva and reach into that crinkled cunt with one moist finger. The place was already wet, and the baron’s caresses, Clara’s experience, thrilled Cassandra. Françoise spread the slime all over the pale pink bud of flesh and Robert placed the snake on Cassandra’s left leg.

The snake was swimming in an “S” shape on the smooth skin. Snakes have no hearing and are guided by vibrations, and Cassandra’s legs shivered quite a bit as the snake searched for a place to hide.

Cassandra felt the snake crawling upward in sections, licking her skin with its tongue several times, and she knew that she might jump up and escape from this hall, but she had to stay here and endure the final torture. The Baron sat next to her head watching her. His proximity, his almost obvious desire for her victory, gave her the necessary courage.

It took a long time for the snake to slither into the crotch of her foot, it rubbed its head against her labia minora, an unimaginably moving touch that made Cassandra gasp for breath. Robert stopped and grabbed the snake, rubbing it up and down and back against her pussy. It was already white there, and it was hard to align the mouth of that channel at once. The snake’s head twisted over and around, scraping her clit, and she moaned loudly, almost seething with fear and excitement.

Robert thought it was time to see how much of the snake could go in. He nodded at his wife to hold open Cassandra’s uterus so he could twist the head of the snake in, the most sensitive part of the entire official channel, more exciting than a single, thicker, sloppier thrust, and Cassandra let a long sigh escape her lips at the overwhelming excitement.

Robert paused for a moment, considering whether to stop there or let the snake continue to burrow in, “Don’t stop!”

She opened her mouth, struggling to hold its womb open for the snake to enter, “Please, don’t stop!”

Katya’s jaw dropped as she watched the naked, throbbing body take pleasure in this. It was the most powerful hand the Baron had ever employed, and she knew she would faint from shock. Even if she was allowed to get this chance to do the same thing, she would not be able to do it. She was always afraid of snakes, and even the sight of this tiny, not at all harmful foreign object made her feel ill. Cassandra kept moaning as Robert let the snake slide in a lot more. Katya glanced at her lover who was sitting by Cassandra’s head.

Their gazes met, and Caitia was shocked to realize that there was no sympathy or amusement in his eyes as there should have been; he was looking at her with hatred. Thinking she was seeing things, she took a step forward, but his furrowed eye brows froze her in her tracks.

“Isn’t she marvelous? Katya?” He said. He spoke to her in such an unfamiliar tone that she could barely make out that it was his voice. “Didn’t I tell you she’d win this race? Think about it!

I’ve been looking for almost my whole life and I haven’t found such a marvelous woman.”

Cassandra was still moaning, the snake still writhing inside her, her eyes fixed on nothing but the Baron’s face, she was completely lost. There was nothing in her world but unbelievable sensations, and she was lost in this joy without shame. Robert finally withdrew the snake, and she felt it slip out into a sticky, warm groove as if it had brought out her womb. Her body seized up like a knife twisting, almost unbearable. The Baron gazed deeply into her eyes and found the kind of joy that was not expected. He felt that he hadn’t really gotten to know her, that she still maintained her self-conduct, that he had thought she was on the verge of being destroyed by him.

Therefore, he can’t give her up; she can stay by his side and be his perfect mistress and constant enigma.

Cassandra’s now exhausted body ended up trembling as she drew herself up into a half-reclining, half-reclining regimental position, and the Baron found that particularly moving. Catia crossed her eyes at him, “Why do you hate me so much?” She asked.

“Because you persuaded Marita to kill herself,” he replied. Their friends uttered an exclamation, and each drew away from Ketia.

There was no denying it, but she had to find out how he knew the answer, “So she left a note lo?” She asked almost involuntarily.

His right hand was smoothing Cassandra’s brow, moving with such warmth that he had never treated Katya like that before, “No, in any case, you will also remember that when I left the house, I placed the camera in the large bedroom. Ironically, I was trying to use the camera to keep an eye on Marita in case she found herself another lover. You can imagine my surprise when I finally went through the tape. I saw you with her, and you were pouring poison into her ears like a provocative witch. You are brilliantly intelligent, I’m willing to admit that, and she was really pissing me off, and I had blamed that on the child for causing the rift between us, but unfortunately, you are the one who caused the breakdown between us, Katia. I still care about her. Sometimes I may be sick of her, but, you can’t wait for things to get better. Okay! There’s no point in talking about it now! Cassandra is going to be better than either you or Marita at random, and that’s why I hate you.”

“I’m only doing this because I love you.” Katya defended herself.

He laughed out loud, “Here we go again, we don’t understand each other’s meaning of the word. All your things are packed and within the hour Peter will take you to the airport. You’ll have to travel piece by piece with Clara and Claude, and there may be a space in that house to accommodate you. But if you don’t want this arrangement, I don’t doubt that one or two of these friends of mine will be willing to accommodate you.”

Dazedly, Katya turned to look at the others. They were too busy avoiding her eyes. The baron was their friend, she was only his mistress, and they accepted her in that. Without his patronage she was nothing. In a moment she knew this fact and accepted it, her head held high as she left them all, deep down she had planned her revenge. She was going to get back at the brunette. She still lay so peacefully on the couch, and the baron stroked her face, her neck, with warm and intimate love.

Cassandra awoke to see that there was no one in the ballroom but her balled up on the couch. She climbed to her feet and scurried for the door, her heart pounding.

There was silence outside the hall, not even the footsteps of the servants could be heard. Cassandra was suddenly certain that she was the only one left in the house. This was another trick, she thought with horror. The baron was trying to see how much she really wanted to stay with him, what efforts she was prepared to make. He and Katya had gone their separate ways and the song was over. She let out a sob, her exhausted legs barely holding her up. Slowly, she sat paralyzed on the carpet, wondering what her next step would be.

She sat with her knees embraced, naked, her heart pounding. The baron found her. He looked at her for a few moments, admiring the slender, elegant curves of her neck and her slightly protruding breasts. She had been sexually educated, making the curve even more perfectly mature. He called her name and she jerked her face around, her eyes lighting up with relief.

“I thought you were gone!” She exclaimed.

“Walked where?”

“I don’t know, I thought you and Katia might have gone to Austria to pick up the kids.”

“It won’t. But Katia is gone. She will never come back to this house again. Nor will she ever enter my home again. It’s over, Cassandra, you’ve won. How does victory taste?”

Cassandra looked up, the look of appreciation in his eyes increasing her confidence. “It feels good, though I never really knew what the rules of the game were.”

This time he laughed, “Of course you won’t know, I make the rules, they’re my secret. We need to pack our bags. I’ve decided to go to Lorraine and meet the boys there.”

Cassandra stood up, not realizing at all that she was naked. “I had to win, and I promised the girls that I’d still be here when their vacation was over.”

“Of course, of course,” he replied happily, “I know that was your whole motive. But before we go, I must make love to you one more time to make you sure that you are mine now.”

She offered him her hand and let him lead her upstairs. A few hours earlier, Katya had been there in a long purple and black dress, deliberately grooming herself. He let him lie on top of the bed, covering her body with passionate kisses while he undressed himself.

He lay down beside her, pulling her on top of him as he did, her breasts pressing against his chest, her stomach pressing against his. He reached out to touch her back, her ass. He reached out again and rubbed his fingers against her pussy, making it wet between the outer labia. He hooked his fingers in the gash until he hooked the slippery clit, the bud of flesh that had swollen with excitement.

She wiggled her ass, his fingers matching the beat of her writhing. She felt the heat as his mouth took one of her tits, his lips quivering. His fingers skillfully twirled, causing her to swell more and more inside her, and she moved faster and faster, letting out cat-like purrs of excitement.

Eventually tiny electric currents began to shock her entire body and her toes buckled. The Baron slid his fingers to the root of her clitoris, a touch that always triggered her seizures, and this time was no exception. It was such a sweet eruption because this time he was making love to her, not conducting an experiment in sexual endurance.

He found her little catcalls of resistant excitement, and as her excitement was about to subside he pulled her down against his extremely erect cock and poked it in, then pushed her ass up and pulled it down, still in the rhythm he was happy to be in. Slowly his orgasm was fearfully close to kicking in. He couldn’t deny her any more wants at this juncture.

Seething with excitement for his enjoyment and for her to perform the strange function of surprise, they rolled over on the big bed in each other’s arms, reveling in the convulsions of their coitus like a couple devoted to each other.

Cassandra fell asleep immediately. The Baron did not; he still held her, listening to her steady, gentle breathing. In his mind, he wondered what the two of them would grasp in the future, how long their relationship would last, putting an end to his search for physical and sensual stimulation forever.

Eventually, knowing that the balance of power would finally shift again, he roused her remorsefully, “Cassandra, open your eyes, it’s time to collect to the line, my plane is waiting!”

She looked at him with sleepy  eyes, wishing she could tell him how much she loved him. But she was smart enough to know that she mustn’t mention the word to him or their relationship would be over.

“You mean we’re going to France?” she asked him. She asked him, as he and she got into the back seat of the shiny black Daimler. Its windows were blacked out, so that the outside could not be seen at all.

“I have a villa in Lorraine and I’m going to go and redevelop it. You can help me make it presentable again, and then we can have a big feast there. The people around are friendly, and I’m sure you’ll feel like you’re at home in no time.”

“I’m sure I will,” she said stoically.

He took her chin in his fingers and lifted her face so that he could see those two serene eyes, dark, dark, so beautifully burning with excitement. “The game is back on, heart,” he whispered, no matter what she thought. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine.