Cassandra's Chateau

by Fredrica Alleyn

  When she was at last still, Giovanni grinned at her. ‘It was not your knee, you are wearing something special inside you, are you not?’ he asked.

  ‘Yes, but you’re not supposed to guess. I’m meant to conceal my pleasure, not flaunt it,’ she said anxiously. ‘You won’t tell the baron what happened, will you?’

  ‘I must,’ he responded with what Nicola felt to be an inappropriately charming smile. ‘He is my host. My first duty is to him.’

  ‘I couldn’t help it!’ protested Nicola, struggling to keep her voice low. ‘The vibrations in your car, and then the stones of this wall, they all made it worse.’

  ‘I will watch you carefully on the drive back!’ Giovanni assured her.

  ‘I don’t want to annoy the baron; he’s never punished me yet and I don’t want him to,’ wailed Nicola.

  ‘From what my friends tell me, that is something you will not be able to avoid. If you somehow managed to keep to all the rules he would invent a new one to trap you. That is how he gets his fun,’ commented the Italian.

  The drive back to the chateau was even worse, because now that Giovanni knew what was happening he drove faster over every small bump in the road, sometimes reaching across to caress Nicola’s knees and ease his hand up the hem of her skirt, once even pressing lightly against the tightly stretched fabric of her bikini pants so that he could feel her moist, swollen vulva for himself.

  They arrived back at the chateau ten minutes before lunch, and Nicola rushed up to her room, determined to remove the love balls before she betrayed herself again, but to her astonishment the baron was in her bedroom, waiting for her.

  ‘How was your morning?’ he enquired pleasantly. ‘Did Giovanni show you some of the sights?’

  She swallowed hard, her mouth dry. ‘It was extremely interesting.’

  ‘Did you come many times?’

  Nicola’s mouth opened but no sound came out.

  ‘Did Giovanni notice?’ the baron pressed on.

  ‘Yes,’ said Nicola, her voice very low. ‘I couldn’t help it, you see …’

  ‘I will speak to him, discover just how badly you disgraced yourself, and when I know the truth, then I will decide on what action to take. For now I will wait here while you wash and tidy up. We will then go down to lunch together. I am sure you are as eager as I am for this afternoon’s entertainment to begin.’

  Nicola hesitated. ‘I wondered …’

  The baron smiled at her, his eyes wide and guileless. ‘What did you wonder, little one?’

  The tone of his voice, the endearment, everything about him as he stood there waiting for her answer seemed to weave a spell around her. His charisma was so great that whenever she was near him it felt as though an invisible string was tugging her body towards his. She longed to rush straight into his arms, into a comforting embrace that would quickly turn to passionate and skilled lovemaking.

  She flushed at her thoughts. ‘I wondered if I might take out the love balls,’ she murmured.

  He shook his head in apparent regret. ‘Perhaps if you had controlled yourself better this morning, then it would have been possible; as it is, I think not.’

  ‘But I keep feeling that I must come,’ she confessed in a rush. ‘I’m sure it’s because of the cordial you give me as well. I can’t control it; my body takes over.’

  The baron sighed. ‘Until you learn to control your body better than this you are of very little interest to me, Nicola. I like my women to learn to discipline their desires – up to a certain point, of course.’

  ‘I don’t see how I can!’ Nicola was almost in tears.

  ‘Cassandra had to learn. It is never easy, nothing worth achieving is. Now hurry, or we will be late for lunch.’

  That day, lunch was by the poolside. Françoise was sitting right on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water eating a slice of watermelon while Rupert absentmindedly flicked through a magazine that he’d brought back from Amsterdam.

  Cassandra was deep in conversation with Giovanni, and as the baron and Nicola approached he saw his mistress throw back her head and laugh at something the young Italian had said. He saw too the way that Giovanni’s hand rested almost possessively on her bare arm where it hung over the side of her lounger.

  Sitting down on the grass on the other side of her chair the baron blew softly in her ear. ‘Was your morning enjoyable?’

  ‘I spent most of it preparing the gymnasium.’

  ‘With Giovanni here to help you?’ he asked quietly.

  ‘Of course not. Didn’t you know that he took Nicola out sightseeing?’

  ‘Yes, but not that it took him the entire morning,’ responded the baron, still annoyed by the way she’d been laughing.

  ‘Well, it did,’ Françoise called, turning round to look at the baron. ‘He and Nicola must have had a marvellous time.’

  The baron nibbled on a cheese straw and drank a glass of Chablis straight down before directing his irritation in the directon of Nicola. ‘Perhaps Giovanni would care to tell us about their trip,’ he suggested. ‘Did Nicola behave herself with you?’

  Giovanni, who knew very well that he’d annoyed the baron but didn’t care because in his opinion the man didn’t appreciate Cassandra enough, shook his head. ‘I am afraid to say that she behaved quite badly,’ he replied lightly.

  Nicola, who had been called over to sit next to Rupert, wanted to hide herself away from the revelations that were to come. Rupert turned to study her face, interested to see what her response would be.

  ‘In what way?’ asked the baron, moving to sit on the same lounger as Cassandra, half-lying her on top of him so that he could caress her gently as the Italian talked.

  ‘She had a very visible orgasm in a square in front of an old church. There were many people around, and several of them saw it happen.’

  ‘How shameless!’ laughed Françoise. ‘I’m surprised at you, Nicola; I thought you were a shrinking little violet, not an exhibitionist.’

  ‘I’ve already explained to the baron, I couldn’t help it!’ protested the hapless Nicola. ‘It’s the love balls, they’re so heavy and they keep me on the edge all the time.’

  Rupert ran his hand up her bare leg and let his middle finger slide along the centre of her closed outer labia. Then he moved his hand gently from side to side and she gasped as the first tiny tremor shook her, while Rupert felt the balls move beneath his touch.

  ‘Keep going, Rupert,’ murmured the baron. ‘She should be able to do better than that by now.’

  Rupert was an expert at this game. He pressed his fingers into the creases at the tops of her thighs causing the walls of her vagina to contract more firmly around the insidiously caressing balls while at the same time her clitoris received yet more stimulation. Nicola’s sharp intake of breath caught all their attention and every one of them watched with interest as Rupert’s hand continued its soft, featherlight investigation while the panties beneath his hand grew more and more damp.

  Nicola felt her legs start to stiffen and her back began to arch. ‘No!’ said the baron, his voice tinged with annoyance. ‘That is nothing. You have to do much better than this I’m afraid.’

  ‘Lie down,’ murmured Rupert. ‘Stretch out on the grass.’ Like a zombie she obeyed him, desperate to please the watching baron but aware that her body was already nearly beyond her control.

  Rupert unfastened her button-through skirt and spread it out beneath her, then pushed her T-shirt upwards until her breasts were revealed to them all. They were tight and full of desire and her nipples looked painfully hard.

  ‘She’s certainly on the edge,’ remarked Françoise. ‘Get her to thrust her pelvis up and down.’ Rupert gave the instruction to Nicola, who obeyed and immediately felt the balls moving around within her, tormenting the despairing nerve endings and sending shooting sparks of bliss through her as her stomach swelled and her breathing grew more rapid.

  ‘Keep playing with her,’ murmured the baron. ‘Let’s see how
long she lasts.’

  Cassandra watched the figure lying on the grass, straining with every fibre to prevent the inevitable, and the sight was so arousing that she too grew damp between her thighs and when the baron’s hand slid beneath her skirt and his fingers spread her outer sex lips apart before travelling upwards to lightly circle her swollen clitoris she nearly cried with gratitude.

  He knew that Giovanni was watching them and not Nicola, and this gave him more pleasure than the sight of Nicola struggling to please him way past the point when she had lost control. Very tenderly he tapped the side of the stem of Cassandra’s nub of pleasure, while at the same time letting her feel his straining erection pressing between her buttocks and Cassandra shut her eyes and let the glorious liquid pleasure swamp her as her body shuddered and shook against him.

  Giovanni watched her take her pleasure and could hardly bear it. When her body was still he quickly turned back to look at Nicola who was now crying out in her efforts to stop the almost overwhelming need to climax. She was clearly determined to defeat Rupert, but then he took one of her swollen nipples into his mouth and bit on it at the same time as he pressed her outer sex lips together against the love balls. The combination of sensations triggered an uncontrollable orgasm that had Nicola’s head thrashing from side to side on the grass as she cried out in misery at having lost so publicly.

  ‘She must be an exhibitionist!’ remarked the baron with a light laugh. ‘Her punishment tomorrow will be of a public nature. Then perhaps we will cure her of this trait. Now hurry and finish your lunch everyone; Sophie and Monique are awaiting us.’

  Chapter Twelve

  The two maids were waiting in the gymnasium when the baron and his friends arrived. Both the girls were entirely naked except for a pair of figure-hugging leather panties. At first glance they seemed normal if a little tight, but when Nicola walked round behind them she realised that they were designed so that the leather at the back curved around the outside of the girls’ buttocks, leaving their bottoms exposed and between their thighs the panties were crotchless.

  Monique’s panties were green and Sophie’s red, and the baron smiled as he ran a hand around their protruding curves at the back. ‘Red for go and green for stop?’ he queried with a smile. ‘We shall have to see. Before we begin I will explain the rules. You will both undertake a series of gymnastic or ballet exercises, assisted naturally by the rest of us here. Each exercise continues until one of you has obtained an orgasm. However, at the end of the afternoon the winner is the girl who has had the fewest orgasms, so your intention will be to subdue your excitement as much as you are able.’

  Françoise was already stroking the tops of Sophie’s heavy breasts, her caress so light it was barely discernible but Sophie could feel it even more intensely because of this and wished the woman would stop. It didn’t seem fair to start arousing her before the competition had even begun.

  Noticing what was happening, the baron quickly ordered Françoise to stop. ‘Take them over to the ballet barre,’ he said to Cassandra. She shepherded the two girls across the room and then positioned them one behind the other with their left hands resting on the barre.

  ‘Very good,’ commented the baron. ‘Now girls, I want you to lift your left legs and rest them along the top of the barre as well. It is perhaps a little high for you, so if you cannot manage it yourselves we will assist.’

  Monique, who knew that it was better to be touched as little as possible at this stage and was in any case the taller of the two, just managed to do as she was told but Sophie had great trouble and in the end Giovanni caught hold of her ankle and pushed her leg up the last inch. She winced at the strain on her inner thigh.

  The baron stood to the side of the girls and looked at them in the mirror behind the barre. With a nod of satisfaction he signalled Rupert and Giovanni to crouch beneath the maids. ‘You can work on them with your tongues, the panties give sufficient access,’ he assured them. ‘Are you both ready?’ he added, glancing at the maids. They nodded, their bodies already tensed against the anticipated invasion by the men beneath them. ‘Then begin.’

  Cassandra, Nicola, Françoise and the baron took chairs from around the side of the room and positioned themselves slightly to the right of the maids so that they could see their faces and watch them in the mirror at the same time.

  Giovanni was working on Monique, while Rupert used his considerable skill on Sophie. Monique was quite relieved to discover that Giovanni’s technique was not as good as that of many of the men who had done this to her since she came to the chateau, and knowing how clever Rupert was with his tongue she felt certain that this was one round she might win.

  For Sophie it was pure torment. Rupert’s left hand reached up and rested lightly on her hip bone, his fingers splayed out so that they could tenderly tease the skin there. At the same time he flicked his tongue along the fleshy folds of her outer sex lips before very slowly parting them with his fingers.

  As she felt herself being opened fully to him, Sophie’s body started to shake and she had to stand on the toes of her right foot as she tried to lift herself away from the sensations his tongue was causing.

  Rupert nuzzled against the inner flesh and then sucked very slowly against the insides of the outer lips. This caused thrilling darts of excitement to rush upwards through Sophie’s lower belly and her left leg, stretched so tightly against the barre, trembled violently.

  Feeling her response, Rupert continued to suck for a few minutes and then moved to thrust his tongue deep inside her front entrance. He thrust in and out harshly for several seconds and Sophie began to whimper as her body started to tighten with desire. Behind her, Monique heard the sound and was grateful for the fact that Giovanni’s tongue was working so hard that it was counter-productive and her body became less aroused the longer he persisted.

  ‘Rupert’s doing very well,’ Cassandra murmured to the baron.

  ‘Yes, perhaps you didn’t improve our young Italian friend as much as you thought. Monique looks far from over-stimulated.’

  Just as Sophie had got used to the thrust of Rupert’s tongue he changed his pace, and now he let the very tip of it flick lightly into the entrance and then out again where he swirled it around the flesh surrounding the opening. Now the pressure was increasing on Sophie to orgasm. Her tightly enclosed vulva, stimulated in any case by the close fitting leather panties, felt swollen and hot and she could feel her juices flowing into Rupert’s mouth. He sucked at them greedily, then nuzzled upwards with his nose until he was able to push back the fleshy hood of the clitoris and leave it exposed for his tongue.

  ‘No!’ whimpered Sophie, her leg that was resting on the barre shaking so hard that Monique could feel the vibrations. ‘Please, stop there for a moment.’

  The baron laughed. ‘I give the orders, Sophie, not you.’

  Rupert was deaf to anything the girl was saying. He was thoroughly absorbed in his task and now that he’d exposed the swollen bud he circled it lovingly with the tip of his tongue flicking lightly against the sides before enclosing it within his lips and sucking steadily.

  This time Sophie screamed. Startlingly brilliant flashes of light seemed to be tearing through her and between her thighs she was tighter and more tense than she could ever remember feeling. As the slow sucking continued her whimpers increased in volume as she struggled to contain the orgasm that was building relentlessly, but it was of no use.

  Feeling her right hip start to jerk as her body tightened convulsively, Rupert stopped sucking on the clitoris and slowly drew his head back a fraction, still keeping it imprisoned and then released it so that as it left his mouth it grazed against his teeth.

  ‘No!’ wailed Sophie helplessly, but she was too late and Rupert reached up to steady her as she suffered the torment of a prolonged orgasm with one leg still trapped high on the barre.

  Monique heard her colleague’s cry and gave a sigh of relief. Her excitement had been building up quickly over the past few min
utes, since Giovanni had decided to slow his technique, and she knew that she wouldn’t have lasted very much longer.

  ‘First point to Monique,’ declared the baron. ‘Help the girls to chairs. They must have a five minute rest while we prepare the next round.’

  Still flushed, and in Monique’s case aroused but not satisfied, the two maids were led to seats while the baron and Giovanni took down a wide polished piece of wood, about six feet in length, from off the wall at the end of the gym. The baron then opened a door and rolled out of the concealed cupboard what looked like a heavy wooden drum. Fascinated, Nicola watched as the length of wood was balanced on top of the drum to form a primitive kind of see-saw. She noticed that at each end of the see-saw there was a tiny handle set a few inches along, which the two participants were presumably expected to grip in order to keep their balance.

  After the full five minutes had elapsed, the baron called the maids over. They were then made to bend forward from the waist until their fingers were brushing against their toes and in this position their naked buttocks were pushed out provocatively, causing an instant straining erection in Giovanni’s case and a quick if not quite so fierce response from the other two men.

  ‘Cassandra, Nicola, come here,’ called the baron. They crossed the floor and each of them stood behind one of the maids. ‘Take this,’ said the baron quietly, handing over a strange white plastic nozzle, open at one end with a T bar at the other, ‘and insert it between the cheeks of their bottoms.’ Monique made a tiny sound of protest.

  ‘Start with her,’ the baron ordered Cassandra. ‘It slides in easily enough, just turn it as you press.’ She did as he suggested, and Monique had to swallow hard against the invasion which seemed to go on for a very long time before it ended when the T bar came to rest across her rear opening.

  ‘Now Nicola, you do the same to Sophie,’ the baron murmured. Sophie, unaware of what had happened to her friend, tensed against the first touch of the gadget and Nicola stopped pressing. ‘Come along,’ said the baron irritably. ‘We haven’t got all day, this is only part of the preparation.’