Cassandra's Conflict (27 page)

It was too much. Cassandra burst into tears. The baron watched her and said nothing. He'd known how it would be for her, and understood how desperately she'd craved the final peak of excitement he and the others had taught her to need, but this was the only weapon he was willing to use against her and he always got his own way. It wasn't his fault if she chose to be unnecessarily stubborn; one word from her and she could even now be writhing with satisfaction instead of sobbing with frustration.

At last the tears stopped. She glared at him, and he knew that at that moment she hated him. 'Poor Cassandra,' he said softly. 'Try and sleep now. I'll be back later to see how you're going.'

To her disbelief he then snapped out the light, leaving her alone in the darkness with her swollen aching body and as an added torture he'd left the video playing so that even when she closed her eyes she could hear her own cries of sexual satisfaction; a satisfaction she could no longer obtain. Eventually her body began to calm down. She still ached, but not as intensely, and although her sex lips felt swollen they were no longer tingling and irritated so that an hour or so later she finally fell asleep.

Her dreams were full of confused erotic images. Her body tried to toss and turn, but was thwarted by the spreader boards, and her head moved restlessly as she cried out in her sleep. Then, after what seemed a very short time, her eyes opened again.

She was still in the dark, but the baron had returned, and now he was rubbing a silk covered hand across her body, letting it slide over her slim figure, down the tender sides and up the middle of her breasts to glide round her neck and down the soft flesh beneath her ears.

He heard her breathing quicken and knew she was awake. 'I thought you'd rested sufficiently, my darling. After all, I did promise you a full night of pleasuring. I'm going to turn the boards now, it will be easier if you help me. If you try and fight I shall have to get Peter in to help.'

Cassandra didn't resist, in fact she welcomed being moved onto her stomach because then she could press down against the bed again and possibly trigger her own climax. However, the baron had thought of that and he pushed a thick bolster widthways across the bed beneath her waist so that her sex was lifted clear of the bed and there was no pressure on it at all.

Now the silk-covered hand glided up and down her spine, and along her arms to the fastened wrists. Then it covered her back in tiny circles that made her whole body start to come alive before it reached the highly erogenous backs of her knees. There the hand rested, playing first with one and then the other, inflaming the nerve endings until the pleasure turned close to pain, reminding her of a dull toothache, but just the same it had her panting with excitement.

After that he removed the silk covering and used both hands to part her buttocks, carefully licking the skin at the entrance to her anus, flicking at it so that she jerked reflexively. Eventually he opened her wider and let his tongue go deeper, reaching inside the dark hole until she began to moan with excitement. Now he sat back a little on the bed and surveyed her sex, partially opened to him by the bolster, and the parted legs tightened against the spreader board. She was very moist; she was trying frantically to press down even though there was nothing for her to press against.

When he reached up beneath her, Cassandra cried out with relief. The whole area between her thighs felt heavy and swollen again, and the dreadful aching had returned so that she felt she'd go mad if she didn't get some form of more direct stimulation leading to release.

The baron knew very well that by now she'd be even more sensitive to his every move. Her bladder would be quite full, it was several hours since she'd been to the bathroom and they'd all drunk strong coffee during the evening, and her earlier arousal wouldn't yet have completely vanished. He let his fingers wander up her outer lips until they reached the place where her pubic hair began to grow at the base of her stomach.

Once there he spread his fingers outwards and up then pressed them firmly down against her unusually tight belly, and her groan told him that he was right. Already those sparks of pleasure would be manifesting themselves, and he let his fingers continue to play against her while he positioned himself close enough to allow the head of his cock to rest lightly against her entrance.

Since it was all taking place in the dark, Cassandra had no idea of what was going to happen to her from one moment to the next. When his wicked fingers began their measured dance of torment on her body, she'd tried desperately to climax at once, but the touch was too light. However, once she felt the head of his cock against her she thrust down, determined to force him inside her. What she forgot was the spreader board holding her thighs apart, and her imprisoned muscles screamed in agony as she attempted to force them beyond their capabilities.

'Naughty!' the baron reproved with a laugh, giving her a light slap on her buttocks. 'If you want me inside you, you know what you have to do. Just tell me you'll be a slave girl, Cassandra, and I'll slip into you now, I'll move myself inside so that you can't stop coming. Imagine it, Cassandra. Imagine how it will feel.'

Cassandra sobbed her frustration aloud. She could imagine it only too well, and her body had been taught to need it, but she couldn't, wouldn't, give in to him. The thought of being a slave, humiliated and passed around amidst a party of strangers was more than she could stand. 'No!' she cried, and then moaned as he slid the tip of his cock into her entrance for a moment, knowing full well that this was the most sensitive part of her, and that by letting her feel him there he could easily drive her insane without fully penetrating her.

For what seemed like hours that was what he did. He rotated his hips, withdrew and re-entered her and then rubbed his whole penis along her open channels, letting the head touch briefly against the engorged clitoris before pulling it away and back down to the entrance.

Cassandra's stomach, pelvis and thighs all felt hard and painfully swollen. She heard herself crying out at every movement, every touch, and she was so over-stimulated that several times she thought she'd pass out if the sensations didn't either ease or let her have her release, but the baron was far too clever to let her escape through unconsciousness, and he kept talking to her while he worked, forcing her to think about what her body was already telling her.

At last he decided that it was time for another break. Still in the dark she was turned onto her back again, but this time one of the tiny flexible rods was pressed between her outer lips which were then closed round it so that even when she was alone she had to endure the constant pressure that promised so much and delivered nothing.

Because of this constant pressure her body found it much harder to come down from its state of arousal, and she had only just managed to drift into a light sleep when the baron returned again. He put on the light and stroked a hand over Cassandra's hot forehead. She opened her eyes and groaned when she realised her arousal was going to begin again already.

'Say yes,' he whispered in her ear, his hand brushing through her hair in a tender gesture that was in total contrast to the way he was tormenting her. 'Give in now, Cassandra.' But she shook her head, and her refusal excited him.

He'd brought a small vibrator with him for this visit, and the first thing he did was let it play across her already over-stimulated breasts, watching as the recently detumescent nipples immediately stiffened again, the blood rushing through them and forcing them into painfully hard peaks that he then laved with his tongue, forcing a cry of pleasure from deep inside Cassandra's throat.

He watched her, his eyes holding hers as he let the vibrator move to her ear lobes and he saw the amazement in her eyes as sensations coursed through them as well. After a time, when she slowly became accustomed to the new shafts of pleasure, he trailed the vibrator down through the valley between her swollen breasts and then around her navel until at last it touched on the nerve endings from her bladder and she jerked, her eyes growing huge in her face and her cheeks glowing with the wonderful rising heat and pressure that was tightening the coil inside her yet again.

Her body didn't want to respond, but the baron knew how to play it so that it had no choice, and he cunningly let the vibrator travel around the creases inside the tops of her thighs, stimulating the rod that was still encased there, trapped by her own moisture and held by the outer lips and the gentle tremors of growing excitement were the most piquant moments of delight her body had ever known.

The baron saw the effect he was having, and continued to hold the vibrator in the same place. He knew that the soft flexible rod wouldn't give sufficient stimulation to trigger her climax, knew that she was helpless to gain her release and that all he had to do was keep her arousal at the same level from now on and her resistance would finally have to crumble.

Cassandra knew it too. The insidiously delicate movements of the rod had her moaning aloud, because it had been so carefully positioned that no matter what happened her clitoris couldn't be touched and as the pleasure grew so too did the hideous mind-destroying ache in that starved core of her, until she was utterly consumed by her need for just one touch on the tightly gathered collection of nerve endings that was now the centre of her world.

She cried out, she threw her head from one side to the other, her feet kicked and she twisted at the waist in her terrible craving, but the vibrator was held steady and the plateau of ecstasy stayed steady, refusing to rise to the peak she had to have if she was to stay sane.

She had never known such desperation. Every inch of her was consumed by wanting. She was on fire with her need for release, and she could feel sweat dripping from her breasts every time the baron suckled all too briefly on them. His mouth was as cunning as his hands, and when his tongue outlined every one of her ribs as well as dipping into her tiny belly button she screamed at him frantically.

'Please, please, stop! It's hurting me.'

'No it isn't, it's arousing you, Cassandra. There's no pain, except in your lack of release, and that's in your own hands. I enjoy giving you pleasure, and I can't possibly stop now when you're looking so deliciously flushed and stimulated.'

'I can't bear it!' she sobbed as his mouth returned to enclose the entire areola of her right breast and suck tenderly on it. 'It has to stop or I'll go mad.'

But it didn't have to stop, and his hands and mouth continued to play her until she was nothing but a mass of stimulated nerve endings and pulsating need that finally forced everything from her mind except this over-riding craving for satisfaction. 'Perhaps I'll take another little break now,' he said suddenly, and at the thought of the blissful torture being stopped and then restarted she finally snapped.

'No!' she cried, and it was the loudest he'd ever heard her scream. 'Please, don't go. I'll volunteer, I promise. I'll be a slave for you, only don't go. It hurts so much when you stop and leave me like this. I'll do anything you want as long as you let me come.'

She heard his sigh of satisfaction, and then his face was close to hers and he put his lips against her mouth. 'You won't regret it,' he promised her. 'The party will be the most wonderful experience of your life, I promise.' She didn't care any more. She didn't want to hear about the party, or the slave auction, or anything at all except that he was finally going to let her have her release. 'Let me come,' she whimpered. Very carefully he parted her sticky outer lips, removed the cruel but wonderful pressure of the plastic rod and then bent his head and swirled his tongue round the incredibly swollen clitoris that had been pulsating in vain all through the long night.

As she felt the roughness of his tongue encase the wickedly neglected centre of her pleasure, Cassandra's mind exploded and her whole body flooded with a liquid warmth while her hips arched up off the bed and her heels pressed down into the bed trying to lift the imprisoned thighs.

She was still crying out and thrashing around as the baron unfastened the spreader bar round her thighs and thrust himself into her, at the same time inserting the tiny vibrator into her back passage so that her muscles contracted fiercely again and the walls of her vagina enclosed about him until he was held in a velvet grip that throbbed with repeated wrenching spasms so that he felt his seed being milked from him by the force of her climax. Even when he was spent he kept the vibrator inside her rectum so that she continued to spasm round him for several minutes, all the time crying out with the bliss of final satisfaction.

Eventually even she was sated, and he withdrew the vibrator, eased himself out of her and let himself rest against the entire length of her body, feeling her now soft nipples tangle in the hairs of his chest.

After a time he released her wrists and rolled onto his side, keeping his arms round her so that she was still caught against the length of him, and wrapping his legs round hers as further binding. 'There!' he laughed. 'Didn't I promise you a night to remember?'

She kept her face hidden against his chest. She was utterly exhausted by the night, and now that her body was finally satisfied all she could think about was the promise she'd made him, and the fact that she would be open to Katya's most inventive perversions.

'You mustn't be afraid,' he murmured as she pressed closer to him. 'I won't let them hurt you, you know that.'

'I didn't want to say yes,' she whispered, wishing that he would keep her in his arms for ever.

'I know, but right from the start we both knew that you were going to, didn't we?'

'No, I really thought ...' She tailed off, aware now of how ridiculous she'd been to think she could outwit him in any of his games.

'You were magnificent, my darling girl,' he told her tenderly, and then – as though afraid he'd said too much – he abruptly removed his arms and rolled away from her. 'I hope the other three had as good a time as we did. We must look at their video sometime. And you do have the consolation of knowing they can never see what went on here tonight.'