Cassandra's Chateau

by Fredrica Alleyn

  Nicola shook her head. ‘I couldn’t! Not now, and not with another woman in the room.’

  Cassandra glanced at the girl in astonishment, and then at her lover whose face, as she’d expected, had darkened in annoyance. ‘You have an unfortunate tendency to argue, Nicola. It irritates me. And since you seem to find Cassandra’s presence disturbing, I think I should warn you that at the weekend three friends of mine will be joining us for the rest of your stay here. I prefer to take my pleasure with friends. Do you understand my meaning?’

  Nicola could scarcely believe what she was hearing. A few minutes earlier she’d been lost in the most wonderful sensations imaginable, all brought about by this compelling but stern-faced man now looking at her as though she was some badly behaved child rather than a lover. As for the thought of taking part in any kind of group sex, she didn’t dare consider it too closely. Instead, she moved to sit where he’d indicated on the bed and tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes.

  Cassandra could see how upset she was, but hardened her heart. Nicola would learn, just as she had learnt, and if she couldn’t adapt to the baron’s rules and way of living then she’d go and the game would be over. Already Cassandra had done more than most women in her position would have done to help her. From now on Nicola would have to cope on her own.

  ‘Prop yourself up on the pillows, bend your knees and then let them fall apart to the sides, that will give us the best view,’ the baron said casually. ‘Which vibrator would you like to use?’

  Cassandra thought quickly, considering what would be best for Nicola as well as for the way she herself was feeling. ‘The small one with the golden tip,’ she said at last. Silently the baron handed it to her from a small case his mistress had brought into the room earlier.

  Next to him, Nicola’s figure drooped slightly from weariness and disappointment at the lack of closeness and privacy she was getting from the baron. ‘Sit up straight,’ he said harshly. ‘And watch everything that Cassandra does. Begin when you like,’ he added to his mistress.

  For Cassandra it was a strange experience. She’d been very aroused by titillating Nicola throughout the morning, half-satisfied by her encounter with Peter in the pavilion and then driven to heights of overwhelming need when she’d watched the baron play with Nicola’s innocent, straining body as he’d finally shown her what sex with a man was like. Now, although longing for the feel of her lover inside her, Cassandra had to satisfy herself, and do it well, in front of the same girl who’d caused her longing for the baron to increase to such a pitch.

  When she pulled her legs up and then let her knees fall apart she felt her outer sex lips sticking together, closed by her own lubrication from all she’d witnessed. She heard the baron give a low laugh as she used her left hand to gently ease the lips apart, revealing her inner lips that were slightly darker than Nicola’s.

  She turned the vibrator on to the lowest speed and let it travel slowly around the entire exposed area, lazily moving it round and round until slowly she felt her whole vulva beginning to swell and lubricate even more. She teased it round the entrance to her vagina, and heard the baron’s breath catch as he watched her work so knowingly and without any trace of self-consciousness, while beside him Nicola sat frozen with dread at the prospect of having to do the same thing herself.

  As Cassandra’s excitement grew her lower stomach tightened as her pelvic area began to engorge due to the excitement it was experiencing. She moved the slim, pointed gold head of the vibrator very carefully up the inner channel of her sex lips and then circled it teasingly around the base of her clitoris just long enough for the first delicious tremors to start deep within her.

  As soon as that began she moved it on, once more circling it in a general fashion until her level of arousal dipped a little and then it was safe for her to return nearer to the clitoris, now swollen and standing out from its protective hood. This time she let the vibrator move along the side of the stem of the tiny nub and gasped with delight as the hot tightness began to rise deep within the core of her and her legs trembled while her hips jerked and her nipples rose like delicate pink cones from her tightening breasts.

  The baron watched her as if he were hypnotised. He adored to see her like this, revelling in her own sexual skill, enjoying her pleasure without any thought of the onlookers. She was a sensual woman and proud of it, and he suddenly wished that he could take her right there, just at the moment when she was about to let her pleasure spill over.

  Nicola watched the other woman’s trembling flesh, swollen sex lips and pulsating clitoris and felt certain she could never emulate Cassandra. Wracked by the orgasm the baron had induced in her she’d had no idea what she’d looked like or the changes that had been taking place in her body. Now that she knew, she felt horribly self-conscious and wished desperately for a chance to escape what lay ahead of her.

  Cassandra couldn’t wait any longer. She could feel her clitoris starting to retract beneath its hood as it always did when a climax was approaching and so she quickly skimmed the vibrator across the thin membrane of skin just below the opening of her urethra, felt the sharp jolts of pleasure shoot from her thighs up through her stomach and into her breasts and then increased the power of the vibrator and ran it along the side of the stem of the clitoris. This was her most sensitive spot, and the moment the vibrator touched her there her whole body jerked off the bed as though an electric current had been passed through her. Her head went back against the pillows as her muscles rippled in a fierce contraction of long-awaited release so that she heard herself crying out, ‘Yes! Oh yes!’ at the bliss of dissipated tension.

  The baron reached across in front of Nicola, gripped Cassandra’s hipbones with his thumbs and then used his long fingers to knead her stomach right across the centre, pressing down firmly around the small belly button and manipulating the entire engorged pelvic area so that even before the final spasms of her self-induced orgasm had died away Cassandra was lifted up on another wave of ecstasy. This time her legs went rigid and her moans of pleasure sounded to Nicola like groans of pain because the ecstasy was so great it almost hurt.

  The baron was reluctant to release her. He watched her head twisting and turning from side to side, her stomach leaping and saw the way her breast tissue expanded until the skin was stretched so tightly round the normally small globes they seemed shiny.

  For Cassandra the deep aching contractions went on and on as his diabolical fingers continued to play on her, and in the end she opened her eyes and silently beseeched him to stop, so intense were the feelings becoming. Although she was still in the throes of a climax he took pity on her and removed his hands, watching her final spasmodic movements as her body gradually quietened without his manipulations.

  When it was over she lay back against the pillows, totally exhausted, her hair clinging damply to her forehead and smiled at him. The baron smiled back and then turned to the waiting girl.

  ‘Right, Nicola, time for you to show us what you’ve learnt.’

  Nicola stared at him. She stopped herself from saying that she couldn’t possibly do it, that there was no way she could be as uninhibited as his mistress, but her eyes pleaded mutely for escape. Cassandra could have told her that once the baron was set on a course nothing would deflect him. You either went along with his ideas or he abandoned you.

  ‘We’re waiting,’ he reminded her.

  And then, as Nicola saw him glance at Cassandra with what looked like a genuinely approving smile, something new stirred within the girl. She wanted him to look at her like that. If he was capable of tenderness, or indeed affection, then she would be the one to receive it. There was a subservience about the other woman that Nicola found slightly distasteful, and she thought that the baron must find it so as well. She would show that she could be just as adventurous, just as sensual as Cassandra but without that suggestion of deference that tinged everything his mistress did.

  With renewed courage, Ni
cola moved to take Cassandra’s place against the pillows, little realising that whilst her behaviour would please the baron, her motivation and the reasoning behind it, would not. Although none of them knew it then, it was her first mistake.

  Cassandra handed Nicola a new vibrator, exactly the same as the one she’d used except for the fact that the pointed tip was silver and not gold. The girl held it awkwardly at first, her legs splayed out inelegantly on the bed. The baron rearranged them, and the touch of his hands on the soft flesh of her inner thighs helped excite her sufficiently to begin.

  The baron noticed that it was easier for Nicola to part her outer sex lips; her own secretions had not been as copious as Cassandra’s and he was surprised because watching the other woman having such intense climaxes should have been highly arousing for the girl.

  After a moment’s delay, Nicola’s finger found the button to start the vibrator and then she moved it hesitantly around the general area of her opened vulva, but without any clear idea of precisely where she was going. The feelings were nice; more intense than when she’d played with herself using her own fingers, but they weren’t anywhere near as good as those caused by the baron.

  He and Cassandra watched her carefully. Her breast tissue failed to expand, her dark nipples remained flaccid and there was no tightening around her belly or movement of her hips to signify any real degree of arousal.

  ‘Move it closer to your clitoris,’ suggested Cassandra helpfully.

  Nicola felt a moment’s dislike for the other woman; she’d wanted to do this on her own, but knew that it wasn’t working nearly as well for her as it had for Cassandra. She wasn’t quite sure where her clitoris was located but remembered that Cassandra’s moments of peak excitement seemed to come when the vibrator travelled high up the inner channel and so she moved the vibrator in that direction, but pressing down more firmly than was helpful to her cause.

  The baron watched the soft pink inner tissue of the girl and realised that it wasn’t darkening in colour or swelling. She clearly had no idea of what she should be doing, or what would give her the greatest pleasure. With a small exclamation of annoyance he told her to stop. Immediately Nicola complied, glancing uncertainly from Cassandra, whose expression was sympathetic, to the baron who stared blandly at her.

  ‘You can’t have watched carefully enough, little one,’ he said quietly.

  ‘I did! Perhaps this vibrator doesn’t work as well.’

  He laughed. ‘A bad workman always blames his tools! It rather looks as though Cassandra and I will have to show you more precisely what you need to do.’

  ‘No, I’ll try again. It’s only that I can’t relax very easily, I …’

  ‘You’ve had your chance, Nicola, and you failed. This is the penalty. Lie down flat on the bed. Cassandra, remove all those pillows from behind her head.’

  Within seconds the startled Nicola was lying fiat on her back, and then she heard the door opening and Peter had joined them in the room, pulling her arms up above her head and fastening them with a pair of padded leather handcuffs that he proceeded to fix to the previously concealed metal rings at the side of the bed. He moved very fast, whilst at the same time the baron had spread her legs so wide that she was afraid of hurting her muscles, and then Peter went through the same procedure with her ankles so that by the time he left the room she was spread out in the shape of an X, with her arms and legs unable to move.

  ‘Put a pillow beneath her hips,’ said the baron, taking hold of the vibrator that she’d tried unsuccessfully to use on herself. As the pillow slid beneath her, Nicola’s hips lifted and the tops of her legs trembled at the strain as the chains on her ankles tightened.

  She was totally open and exposed to him now, unable to close her legs even a fraction and when he switched on the vibrator she felt her heart jump as it seemed to lodge in her throat, so great was her mixture of anticipation and fear.

  He knew it would be easy for him to bring her to the climax she’d been unable to achieve for herself. All he had to do was move the tip of the pencil slim vibrator around the clitoris without actually touching it and she immediately began to swell. Her nipples came erect, her flesh lips enlarged and turned a darker shade of pink and the clitoris itself stood out hard and tight, a mass of needy nerve endings, already stimulated by the aphrodisiac drink she’d taken earlier and now frantic for release again.

  ‘You see,’ he whispered. ‘Isn’t that good? Doesn’t it feel nice? Tell me exactly what it’s like when I do this,’ and he shifted the head a fraction of an inch so that it stimulated one side of the clitoral shaft.

  Nicola could hardly breathe. ‘I just want …’ She tried to move her hips, to thrust upwards towards that peak of delight she so urgently needed. ‘I’m so tight and you’re making me ache. Please, everything’s aching, I want …’

  ‘What?’ he teased, still letting the head drift from the shaft back into slow circles around the damp throbbing nub of excitement.

  ‘I want to come!’ she shouted, nearly in tears from the pulsating burning desire that was scorching her flesh between her thighs and spreading upwards through her entire body, lancing her sensitive breasts with sharp pangs of need.

  ‘Then remember how to achieve it next time you’re required to give a demonstration,’ he said softly but as she prepared for the final touch that would let her body shatter into thousands of tiny pieces he moved the vibrator down her inner channel and around the entrance to her vagina.

  ‘No! Not there, I want it back where it was before,’ she cried despairingly.

  For the watching Cassandra the words were astonishing. Even now she would never dream of telling her lover where to move or what to do to her. He was so expert at these games, so clever at prolonging the pleasure that it never crossed her mind to demand a different rhythm or tempo. In any case, if the baron made love to her he did it his own way.

  ‘You think that would make you come?’ he asked in a silky tone.

  ‘Yes! Yes, it would,’ shouted Nicola, her breasts aching for the touch of his hands even as her swollen nub ached for the caress of the vibrator.

  ‘What a pity you didn’t realise that earlier, when you were pleasuring yourself for us,’ he commented and continued to let the vibrator play around her opening and then went even lower so that it crossed the tender membrane between her front and rear openings.

  This was something entirely new for Nicola and her body jerked convulsively, then she caught her breath as she felt the delicate vibrations circling her rear entrance. ‘Please, no!’ she shouted, remembering what she’d seen in the pavilion.

  ‘Perhaps not today,’ he murmured to himself, before sliding the tiny machine back up between her by now thick and flattened outer lips to the place where her body needed that final touch.

  As with Cassandra, when the vibrations became intense and Nicola’s climax grew very near, the clitoris retracted. This time it was Cassandra who pulled upwards on the protective hood and at last the baron let the silver tip move steadily against the tiny shaft until Nicola felt her drum-tight abdomen swell even more and then she was rearing up off the bed as far as her bonds would allow as she seemed to burst with the force of the sensations rolling over her.

  ‘Keep the hood back,’ said the baron. ‘I think it’s time Nicola learnt that in my chateau I’m the one who decides exactly what pleasure she gets, and precisely how much.’

  Between Nicola’s thighs everything felt so sensitive that all she wanted was for the baron’s hands to release her and to be left alone in her room to sleep and recover from all that had gone on since he had returned. However, his words made it clear that her wishes counted for nothing.

  She felt Cassandra’s hand move up her stomach a little, drawing back the fold of flesh that normally covered the mass of sensitive tissue that gave such exquisite pleasure. Then the baron licked the middle finger of his right hand and let it brush over the top of the hard bud. Even this light, moist caress was more than her flesh wanted
and a searing pain tore through her, far harsher than the pleasurable climaxes she’d just experienced.

  ‘How did that feel?’ enquired the baron.

  ‘It hurt,’ whimpered Nicola.

  ‘Surely not. A more intense sensation perhaps, but not real pain.’ He bent his head and his tongue swirled around the hard little knot that was frantically trying to retreat but could find no place to hide because Cassandra was keeping its covering too far away. The sensation was soothing, almost cooling and Nicola relaxed slightly. As soon as he felt her muscles loosen the baron’s teeth nipped at the underside of the clitoris and this time Nicola screamed and wrenched at her restraints, causing pains in her arms and legs that combined with the dreadful red-hot blaze of agony that was searing through her thighs and abdomen.

  The baron studied her carefully, his eyelids heavy. Despite her screams and struggles her nipples were harder than at any previous time, her pupils dilated and when he let his fingers stray to her secret opening she was more damp than ever before. It was as he’d suspected, she might not know it yet but her pain was an aphrodisiac.

  ‘Release the hood,’ he murmured. Cassandra obeyed, and now the baron was massaging Nicola’s aching, swollen bud through the covering skin, feeling its tightness as he worked. Soon tiny sparks of pleasure began to flicker deep within her and she realised that she wanted to feel that all-consuming pleasure again. He massaged steadily, pressing and releasing, circling and then switching to an up-and-down movement, and soon she was shivering with anticipation and need as her body began its ascent to another orgasm.

  He let her follow her instincts, let the pleasure mount and the skin tighten and then nodded to Cassandra. Once more she eased back the hood and watched in total silence as the baron took the swollen nub between a finger and thumb and slowly started to squeeze.

  He had done it to his mistress many times, and she knew very well how at first the pressure was glorious, exactly what you wanted, but then as he continued it became too much, too harsh and the pleasure turned to a strange, red-streaked pain that shamed you at the same time as it drove you to new and different heights of excitement.