Read Cassandra's Conflict Online
Authors: Fredrica Alleyn
When Katya took off her silk trouser suit she was naked beneath it, and ran her hands down her body letting them linger just above her pubic bone while she moved her hips suggestively against them.
Rupert always enjoyed Katya's body. Her round curves sat so unexpectedly on the otherwise lean frame, and there was nothing soft in her nature, which made the feminine physical traits all the more arousing. The other good thing about Katya was that you could never hurt her too much. Françoise hated to be marked or really hurt, although she was quite willing to do it to other people. With Katya he could release all his pent-up desires to inflict pain and not have to worry about her feelings.
Not that pain was the first thing on his mind tonight. Tonight he wanted to get to know Cassandra. To enjoy for himself her relatively inexperienced body, and to teach her some new experiences so that she always remembered him.
Once they were all naked they fell onto the bed in a group, but Cassandra had to be pulled on by the other two women because her instinct was to hang back. This only inflamed Rupert all the more, while the baron's intelligent eyes watched, assessed and made their judgements.
For Cassandra it was an appalling moment. She'd managed to get through the experience of being given sexual pleasure while people looked on, and of having more than one person to pleasure her at once, but this was the first time she'd had to actively join in with group sex and it was hard.
The baron didn't help. He let the other women start caressing her, watching as their hands and mouths went to work on Cassandra while Rupert began kneading Katya's buttocks with his strong hands, pausing now and again to insert a finger into her rectum, pushing it in without warning but she was always aware of what he was doing and bore down at the same time so that entry was made easy. That was the trouble with sophisticated women, he thought, they knew all the tricks.
After a time, the three women separated and now the baron and Rupert played a more active part in the general fondling. The baron knew that Françoise liked to be bitten, and he was soon busy with the soft flesh below her ears and at the base of her throat, nibbling delicately most of the time but now and again giving her a sudden sharp bite that left teeth marks on her skin. Like Rupert he knew that she hated to be marked, but her body's jerks of pleasure told him that she'd only be annoyed in the morning when it was too late to do anything about it.
At last, Rupert found that he was able to reach out for Cassandra. Dieter was keeping Françoise busy, and Katya was sucking on her lover's penis and testicles, taking each one into her mouth and licking it until it swelled and drew up towards his body. This meant that Rupert and Cassandra were free, and he quickly pulled her towards him and almost before she knew what was happening he'd sprinkled a little powder from a tiny box onto her nipples.
She didn't know what the white powder was, but it made her nipples itch and tingle, and the blood began to course through them so that they felt unbearably sensitive even before Rupert had touched them. He watched the swell of the small buds, watched the tissue stiffen until the nipples were rigid and then brushed against them with the inside of his wrist. They were so hard that they seemed inflexibile, unyielding to his skin, and Cassandra moaned with the indescribable sensations his touch had triggered.
Rupert watched her eyes glaze with the pleasure of it, and as her mouth relaxed and opened he bent his head and covered it with his own, letting his tongue move gently inside her lips, lightly roaming around the inside of her upper lip before sliding over her teeth and thrusting more urgently inside her mouth where her tongue met his with equal enthusiasm.
Her drug-inflamed nipples were still over-sensitised, and the throbbing in them began to grow until she felt certain that she could hear it in her ears. Knowing how they must be swelling, Rupert reluctantly removed his mouth from hers and moved it to her breasts where he licked greedily at his favourite drug, sucking at her breasts quite tenderly, but she was so over-aroused that it felt as though he were using all his force. Her groans increased as the breasts swelled yet further, the sensations increased and then, much to her surprise, her whole body arched in an orgasm and she felt small drops of moisture trickle onto her pubic hairs.
Rupert continued to suck at the cocaine powder, enjoying the way his tongue began to tingle, and he then trailed his tongue on down the undersides of her breasts even while she was still shuddering from her climax, and her skin tasted musky and feminine to him.
Cassandra floated in the pleasure of it all. Around them she could hear the moans and cries of the others, Françoise was particularly loud in her moments of release, but none of it troubled her, it all seemed to add to her own excitement. Then, just as she was wondering why she'd felt so nervous, Rupert's hand began to insinuate itself between her thighs and with a jolt she came back to her senses, her body remembered the cruel width of the marble dildo it had been forced to receive that very afternoon and she closed her legs against him.
Rupert was surprised. At first he thought it was part of a game, a kind of token resistance to make surrender all the more sweet, but when her thighs refused to open he pushed at them roughly, his already hard erection increasing as he began to use force.
Cassandra knew that she mustn't annoy him, mustn't refuse to let him do what everyone else was doing and what she herself had done with the baron, but her body refused to obey her attempts to relax and as his hand forced its way between the tight thighs and began to probe her tender sex lips, she heard herself give a small cry of protest.
The baron heard it too, and he quickly but casually rolled off Françoise, at the same time pushing Katya's head away from him as he reached across the circular bed for Cassandra. 'All change!' he said firmly, and although Françoise protested Rupert wasn't displeased.
'She's not much fun at the moment,' he muttered, pushing her towards his friend.
'Try again later,' the baron murmured, amused to see that Katya had already got her head between Franchise's thighs. 'You might need this, too.' He passed across the tiny snuff box.
'Not for this pair surely!' Rupert laughed, his good humour restored, and then he was busy with Katya, parting her knees as she crouched over Françoise and inserting a vibrator into her without any warning so that her body shook with surprise.
Cassandra felt the baron's broad arms around her and wished that she could stop trembling. She knew that he'd be angry, that this wasn't the way she was supposed to behave, and yet she couldn't tell him about the afternoon because then Katya would have scored over her.
'Be still.' he soothed, letting his strong hands move down her spine and feeling her breasts rubbing against the thick hairs on his chest, but she continued to shake until his hands moved sideways across the bottom of her back, the fingers trailing softly across her from one hipbone to the other while he continued to press the length of her naked body against his so that she could feel the full size of his erection pressing up between their stomachs.
When she was finally still he laid her back flat on the bed and pulled a large jar from beneath one of the pillows. Cassandra watched him, her eyes dark and anxious as he dipped his fingers into it and then he held them up for her inspection. 'See, it's only cold cream, to facilitate things for you a little.'
She knew that he was going to touch her where Rupert's hands had been, but even in her fear she didn't dare close her thighs against him and somehow, miraculously, he seemed to understand her terror, and when his fingers carefully parted her outer sex lips the feel of the cold cream was wonderfully soothing to her flesh, which had been burning ever since the women had left her fettered to the gym table.
His right hand massaged the cream carefully over the entire area, into all the tiny crevices and up to where the clitoris was hiding beneath its sheath, and as his fingers worked he kept his tongue busy, darting it round her belly button, and then across her narrow ribcage and down the sides of her body where he knew she was highly sensitive.
It was only when he felt the tiny bud of the clitoris begin to swell and emerge from its hood that he let his fingers go lower again, but he dipped back into the jar before easing his little finger against the entrance to her vagina. Instantly she tried to recoil, the entrance contracted against him and he had to smother her cry with his mouth so that the others didn't realise what was happening.
'Let go, Cassandra,' he whispered in her ear. 'Bear down, press out your sex to me, then I can make the entry easier.'
She swallowed hard, and he could feel the pulse in the side of her neck beating frantically as though she were a trapped animal. He was surprised at how protective he felt, especially when she struggled to obey him and his hand felt her vulva expand into it as she obediently bore down. Now he could spread the cream even more liberally, exciting the tissue and so causing the vaginal entrance to widen instinctively.
Now his little finger could ease in without Cassandra even realising it, and he began to kiss her mouth again. Normally he didn't care for kissing in that way, but although he began it in order to stop her from realising what else he was doing, he continued because her mouth was sweet and when their saliva mingled and his teeth nipped at her bottom lip, his own arousal intensified so much that he had to lift his body slightly from hers to ease the pressure.
By the time he'd finished kissing her he had managed to insert three fingers and the cream had been spread as liberally inside as out, and then very quickly indeed he moved on top of her, his legs inside hers, and slid his erection into the soft, tender passage that had been damaged that afternoon. The cream had been inserted for her benefit, but he found its coldness an exhilarating contrast to the pulsating warmth he would normally have found, and when Cassandra suddenly became aware that he was inside her and tightened in protest his climax began to build at tremendous speed.
'Wrap your legs round my hips,' he instructed her. Cassandra whimpered, but there was no pain, only a strange coolness mixed with the feel of his throbbing stem and she did as he said, enabling him to thrust deeper into this new and arousing combination of heat and cold, softness and tightening muscle, and after only a few thrusts he felt his testicles give one final contraction and then he was exploding into her, his hands gripping her shoulders as he shuddered in his moment of pleasure.
He knew that she hadn't climaxed, but at least she had now crossed the barrier of fear caused by Katya in the gym, and as he withdrew and slid off her he saw that Rupert was ready to take his turn, and Rupert was plainly determined to make sure she climaxed.
He had slipped a latex ring around his penis so that it rested just behind the glans and all round the ring were an assortment of soft knobs and projections that would stimulate and titillate Cassandra's clitoris once Rupert let the bulging head of his erection slip inside her.
Françoise, who enjoyed this device herself, helped a startled Cassandra to sit up and then waited for Rupert to lie on his back before getting the apprehensive girl to position herself on top of him.
'It's better if you're on top,' Françoise explained. 'That way you can decide how much stimulation you want. If Rupert gets too carried away it becomes more irritating than anything else!'
Cassandra didn't like the look of the sex aid, but the baron had turned his attention to Katya, and she had no choice but to be guided by Rupert and his wife. It was the first time she'd found herself on top of a man, and much to Franchise's amusement she had some trouble in positioning herself correctly. In the end the Brazilian girl had to reach under her and help her husband's erection into the other girl's opening. The touch of her fingers on Cassandra's belly was exciting, and she felt her stomach muscles tighten. Françoise smiled and decided to wait and lend a hand.
Rupert began to lift his body, thrusting upwards hard and then rotating his hips so that the protrusions from the ring moved the whole clitoral area pulling at the stem of the clitoris itself while one of the soft projections actually touched the highly sensitive bud making Cassandra's nerve endings leap with exquisite excitement.
The cold cream inside her had taken Rupert by surprise and although he wasn't sure at first if he liked it, it meant that Cassandra wasn't quite as tight as he'd expected, and it enabled him to control his own climax better.
For a long time he played with the girl above him. He got her to lift herself so that only the very tip of his penis was inside her, then lower and gyrate herself to force the clitoris and inner lips into close contact with the projections. When her breathing began to quicken and her colour rose in her cheeks he'd make her lift again, ordering her to remain still until the last embers of quickening excitement died away. Only then would he let her lower herself again, and sometimes she'd have to sit motionless on him, waiting for him to move his hips which he'd delay until she wanted to scream for some kind of stimulation.
Because his hands were free, Rupert was able to play with her breasts, and also to press the palm of his hand firmly against her stomach, testing the tightness of the muscles and enjoying the first ripples of pleasure that his stimulating ring would arouse.
As he continued to play her like a fisherman plays a catch, Françoise began her own game. She trailed her hair down Cassandra's back, swinging her head from side to side so that it felt to Cassandra as though she were being stroked with a brush. Then she let small strands of her hair trail down over the girl's buttocks and onto Rupert's thighs, gently separating the round tight cheeks and flicking between them with her tongue, often at a time when Rupert had ordered her to sit still.
When this happened, Cassandra couldn't obey him and her body would jerk so that he would reach up and pull her down hard against him, and the rubber knobs would press into the vibrating flesh nearly toppling her over the edge before it was time.