Cassandra's Conflict (30 page)

All at once she felt fingers parting her outer lips and then tiny fingers that felt like Katya's eased back the small hood of skin beneath which her clitoris was hiding and held it firm. Cassandra could feel the air on her exposed bud and even the shame of knowing so many people could see her wantonly displayed couldn't dampen her need to feel a drop of the cold moisture on her most intimate secret spot.

The baron waited, watching her restless attempts to move her lower body. Finally he signalled for Anton to step forward and one of the women pressed Anton's right hand, palm down, against Cassandra's stomach so that now she was reminded of her full bladder. The pressure of this made her try to twist enough to move the hand, but it was impossible, and the tingling of those nerve endings continued to grow while every part of her tensed waiting for the final drop of water to fall.

Still the baron waited until Cassandra began to moan aloud. Her need for release was so great she didn't care about the audience, didn't care what anyone thought of her, she simply wanted her flesh to be satisfied and so she appealed to them all. 'Please, please,' she whimpered, arching her back as much as possible. Anton's hand was pressed into her more firmly and the terrible dark aching need expanded until she thought it would utterly consume her.

'Help me!' she begged them all. 'Please, please!'

'How sweet she sounds,' Françoise laughed. 'And how lovely to see her lose control like this. Even Anton's beginning to get interested again.' They all looked at the male slave whose previously limp penis was now starting to stir. Katya smiled at the young man and her tongue flicked across her top lip.

On the couch Cassandra continued to plead with them to end the water torture, but they kept her waiting still longer. Her toes were licked and sucked, the backs of her knees softly caressed with a piece of silk drawn steadily to and fro across them, while her pubic area was held firmly motionless with the clitoris standing out totally exposed and unable to withdraw because the hood was still drawn back. Finally the baron tired of the game. He lowered his hand a little, tipped the bottle and let two drops fall in quick succession onto the throbbing little bud that was driving Cassandra to distraction.

As the first drop hit her, her body tried to rise from the couch and she screamed in relief but the hood was still held back and when the second drop followed she became almost delirious with the overstimulation and her head thrashed wildly from side to side as she cried out in gratitude while the shock waves of pleasure flowed over her body in a blissful blanket of release.

She was given no time to savour the full pleasure of the moment though because almost before the final spasm had ceased her blindfold was removed and she was pulled into a sitting position. At once her need to empty her bladder made itself strongly felt, but then she remembered that first she had to coax another climax from Anton.

Katya, who understood the other woman's discomfort very well, pushed the reluctant Anton onto the couch beside the sitting girl. 'Here you are, Cassie. Luckily for you Anton seems to be a virile young man, but arousal's one thing, a climax is quite another. After all, it can be quite painful for a man to be forced into a second ejaculation too soon so you can't expect him to cooperate with you.'

Anton's hands had now been fastened behind his back and he sat uncertainly beside Cassandra, waiting her instructions. Everyone in the group watched with interest as she looked down at his penis, realising that despite all he'd witnessed since his own climax, there was only the faintest suggestion of an erection.

She felt quite frantic. Her bladder was full to bursting thanks to the drink Françoise had forced down her, and now that the afterglow of her own climax had died down she needed the bathroom more than ever, and yet this young man stood between her and the urgently needed opportunity to relieve herself.

She reached out and took his limp organ in her hand, closing her fingers round it and letting them slide up and down the stem. He was uncircumcised and Cassandra hoped it didn't mean he could take more stimulation. Her grip tightened as she moved her hand right down the root to the anus and she was rewarded with a slow, unfolding movement between his thighs.

Now she decided to pull back the foreskin and then she bent forward and let her long dark hair tickle his belly, swinging her head from side to side to increase the sensation. His penis continued to swell and she moved her hand up the shaft to the sensitive fraenum below the head, where her fingers swirled softly round, but this didn't seem to increase his erection any further.

Suddenly remembering what she had enjoyed, she looked up at the baron who was watching with keen interest. 'May I have some of the massaging oil?' she asked politely. He nodded, and one of his male friends quickly handed her a small bottle. She carefully lubricated her fingers with it and then returned to the highly sensitive ridge of skin. This time it had the desired effect as Anton's breathing became more rapid and the penis started to straighten fully.

Cassandra was surprised how much his growing arousal excited her. She enjoyed being in control of him, of being in a position where she could force him into a state of sexual excitement even against his will and she knelt back on her heels for a moment to study his body. For some reason, the very fact that she was watching him increased Anton's excitement and his penis was now almost fully erect.

There was a wonderful musky odour coming from him that made Cassandra dip her head again, only this time she let her tongue trail across the top of the glans, waiting for the first tell-tale drop of clear fluid to appear in the slit, but to her disappointment that didn't happen. Her whole pelvic area was now tight with excitement and pressure from her bladder and she rocked herself to and fro as she worked on him, totally unaware of what she was doing because she was utterly lost in a world where only sensuality counted.

The baron's party of friends watched her stimulating herself and some of them began to fondle each other, unable to watch any more without taking some kind of action themselves, but the baron and Katya stayed apart both watching the unfolding scene carefully.

Anton stared at the wide-eyed young woman with the wonderful long dark hair and struggled to slow his arousal down. He knew his own capabilities, and he wasn't yet ready to have another climax, but her skill was going to force one from him if he wasn't careful. She saw the fear in his eyes and it only spurred her on. She moved a hand and ran one long fingernail across his scrotum before carefully cupping his balls in the palm of her hand and applying very light pressure that she slowly increased as she continued to stare directly into his eyes.

Anton felt the tightness at the root of his shaft and his testicles drew up against his body in preparation for a climax. 'Yes,' whispered Cassandra, her mouth warm against his belly. 'That's right, come for me. Let me see you come again.'

Her words were as erotic as her touch and he gave a sigh of despair as the tightness grew and the tip of his penis became suffused with blood and turned an angry purple. He was desperately near now and Cassandra knew it. She drew back for a moment before applying the final touch, and Katya seized her moment. Reaching between the two slaves she pinched the top of Anton's penis hard between her fingers. Anton could have wept with relief. He knew that this would delay his climax and give his body more time to recuperate from his last one, but Cassandra was furious and without realising what she was doing she launched herself at the other woman with her fingers outstretched.

'No!' she shouted. 'That's not fair. He was about to come.'

Immediately two of the men in the party gripped her by the shoulders and pulled her back, while the baron stared at her in displeasure. 'You both belong to us,' he reminded her in cold tones. 'We can do what we wish with either of you. Apologise to Katya immediately.'

Cassandra wanted to sob with frustration. She desperately needed to use the bathroom and now despite all her efforts, Anton's erection was visibly decreasing in front of her, but with the baron's dark eyes fixed on her face she forced out an apology.

'I'm sorry,' she said quietly 'I apologise. I forgot my place.'

Katya, her aim achieved, could afford to be magnanimous. 'Just a quick application of the whip, I think, Dieter,' she said casually. He nodded, and as Rupert and Françoise pulled her arms back behind her, Katya produced a thin whip which she then used to strike her cowering opponent's breasts. Her aim was good, and she caught the nipples two stinging blows so that they burned and stung bringing tears into Cassandra's eyes, but through the tears the baron could still see simmering hatred and he was pleased.

By the time she'd been released, Anton's penis had nearly retreated out of sight, and for a moment Cassandra was in utter despair, but then she thought of the one thing she hadn't tried and she ordered him to crouch on all fours with his head away from her.

Reluctantly, already guessing what she was about to do, he obeyed and now she was the one to part tight buttocks with her hands and once again she carefully lubricated a finger in the aromatic oil before swirling it round the entrance to his anus.

Even at this lightest suggestion of a caress, Anton's penis came to life again, and as her finger pushed steadily against the opening he knew that he would be finished if he let her succeed so he tightened against her. 'Bear down,' she said shortly, no longer caring about his pleasure only about her own unbearable need. He didn't obey her and the baron put a hand on his shoulder.

'Do as she says, Anton, or we will make you suffer a great deal more than she can.'

Immediately Anton obeyed, bearing down until the entrance to his anus opened enough for Cassandra's finger to slide in. Her searching finger soon found his prostate gland which she massaged in a firm, circular movement that brought his penis sharply upright, tight and hard in total arousal. Still massaging him internally, Cassandra reached round his shaking body with her free hand and positioned her fingers above the purple head, then quickly squeezed and released the glans in continuous movements that combined with the glorious sensations coming from his stimulated prostate made Anton lose all control of himself so that his body spasmed furiously, his hips jerked back and forth into her cruelly soft encompassing fingers and he finally climaxed.

Cassandra was so excited by her success and the surge of power that swept over her that she didn't at first realise his cries were more of pain than joy, but when he'd finished she found that her hand which had held him was almost dry, and then she knew that for him the climax had come too fast upon the heels of the first and so his moment of release had racked him more with pain than pleasure.

Anton collapsed onto the couch, sobbing with pain and humilation, wishing now that he'd never volunteered to be a slave, but it was too late to go back and he simply had to wait until the night was over. All round the room others were discovering the same thing, but Cassandra was almost revelling in her role, and she found that the young man's heaving body moved her hardly at all except to emphasise her success.

She looked up at the baron waiting for his permission to leave the room for a moment, but to her surprise he signalled for her to wait. After a few moments Françoise came into view carrying a large copper bowl. She pushed the still sobbing Anton off the couch and placed the bowl on it.

'There,' the baron said with a smile. 'You may now use that to relieve yourself, Cassandra.'

Her cheeks flamed as she stared up at him incredulously. 'You mean now, in front of you all?'

'Of course. Slaves aren't entitled to any privacy.'

'I can't,' she whispered, her voice almost vanishing with the shock.

'Come, come, Cassandra. If you can have orgasms and manually and orally masturbate a total stranger then I fail to see why you can't relieve yourself in the bowl. However, if your need is not as pressing as you led us to believe, Françoise can take it away again.'

'It is!' she cried. 1 have to go, but not here. Not with you all watching.'

'I'm afraid there's no choice,' Katya said with satisfaction. 'Of course, you can always ask to leave the party. That would be allowed, but you couldn't ever come back.'

That changed Cassandra's mind. She could feel their hot eyes upon her, but she wasn't going to give in to Katya at this late stage. She crouched naked above the bowl and tried to relax her muscles sufficiently to allow her bladder to empty. At first the muscles refused to obey, but she had learnt a lot about self-discipline since she first came to the house in Hampstead, and by slowing her breathing and pressing down her internal muscles she finally managed to conquer her shame and once the hot liquid began to splash into the bowl she even found a strange excitement in the bliss of the easing pressure mixed with the knowledge that this was another victory over the now silent Katya.

As soon as she'd finished the bowl was removed, and then the group all surged towards the couch, so that both she and Anton were caught up in a tangle of arms and legs as the men and women started to take their own particular kinds of pleasure from their unresisting bodies. After a time she no longer knew whether the hands on her were male or female, all that she was conscious of was the constant stimulation of her flesh as she was penetrated in all her orifices. Men came between her breasts and thighs, while women crouched above her and she licked and sucked at their hungry, moist pussies until they screamed their release and made way for the next person to take their place.

She had no idea how much time had passed when she heard the baron's quiet voice calling them all to order. As everyone withdrew she lay, sweat-covered and exhausted gazing up with vacant eyes and slack mouth at the ornately decorated high ceiling of the ballroom.

He looked down at her and smiled, then touched her on her cheek with two fingers. 'You're doing very well, Cassandra. We've come to the last part of your test, and after what I've seen I have no doubt that it will give you as much pleasure as Rupert. You see, tonight, Rupert's ambition to see if the snake trick he witnessed was an illusion or not will be realised. I bought this especially for him.' Cassandra's mouth went dry as he held aloft a small, rust-coloured corn snake.