Alleyn, Fredrica (32 page)

Cassandra nodded. 'Yes, we are, Giovanni and I wish I could come but . . .'

'But what?'

'I love Dieter,' she said simply.

Giovanni frowned. 'One day,' he said at last, 'you will stop loving him. He will go too far, demand too much of you, or possibly lose interest. If anything like that should happen, then would you come with me?'

'I'd never love you like I do him,' she said quietly.

'I would make you love me,' replied the Italian, with all the arrogance of youth.

'If I have to leave here,' said Cassandra slowly, 'then I would like to leave with you.'

He smiled, knowing that it was the best he could hope for and then he took the tube from Cassandra and crossed the cobblestones to where Nicola was standing trussed against the well top.

He jumped up beside her, and her deep blue eyes looked anxiously into his. Her hair had fallen across the side of her face and he pushed it behind her ears, at the same time blowing softly against her neck.

Nicola's skin began to tingle. With her daily glass of the special cordial and the almost incessant sexual stimulation she'd undergone since her arrival at the chateau, her body now responded instantly to even the lightest of touches.

'I have brought you the sun protection,' announced Giovanni. 'I think I shall enjoy putting it on for you.'

Nicola kept silent. She heard the sound of the liquid falling from the tube into his hand and then suddenly he was spreading the cool lotion over her slim shoulders, paying careful attention to the points of her shoulders and the base of her neck where the skin was thin and vulnerable to the sun's rays. Only after that did he let his hands move to her breasts, but once there he took great delight in spreading the lotion as slowly as possible, carefully rubbing it in with tiny circular movements until she could feel the blood rushing through her veins, which became more visible as her breast tissue swelled.

He worked his hands along the undersides of the now firm globes, and around the sides before finally covering her dark nipples, where he worked the cream in by using only the very tips of his fingers.

Already Nicola's body was beginning to crave further touches from him. Her stomach, bowed outwards by the iron strut, felt as though it was screaming its need aloud and she whimpered in her throat.

'What is it?' asked Giovanni, pretending not to understand what her desperate but limited body movements meant. 'Should I stop?'

'No!' gasped Nicola. 'I burn very easily.'

He nodded and smiled knowingly. 'Then I must proceed. How was it that you painted the little maid yesterday? Ah yes, I recall.' And almost before the words were out of his mouth he was pouring some of the lotion directly from the bottle into the small dip in the centre of Nicola's stomach and she gasped as it filled her there before oozing out over the surrounding skin.

Now Giovanni worked it into the whole abdominal area, his hands pressing firmly against her muscles. When he felt them start to tighten and heard her rapid breathing he smiled to himself, knowing that once again she would be having an orgasm in public.

By the time he had moved lower and was working the cream into her legs and up along her smooth, pale thighs, Rupert and Frangoise had come out to watch. Nicola's body tensed at the thought that her pleasure, already threatening to spill over, would be witnessed by them but Giovanni's fingers working assiduously at the creases of her inner thighs were making her flesh leap and she could feel her own juices beginning to escape from her vagina.

Frangoise reached up and touched the bound girl between the thighs. 'She's very wet,' she remarked to Giovanni. 'Let's see her come before we have breakfast. Have you always liked perfoming in public, Nicola?' she added.

'No, I hate it but I can't help it when you . . .' She stopped talking as the Italian let one finger, still covered in the sun protection cream, slide between her outer labia, drum softly against the stem of her clitoris and then without warning he removed his hand, slid the lubricated finger between her body and the iron strut and inserted it into her rectum, rolling it round against the inner rim while Frangoise languidly reached up and caught the swollen clitoris between two fingers then squeezed with firm, constant pressure.

The glorious hot swelling pleasure from the clitoris mingled with the sharp electric tingles coming from her violated rectum and with a strangled cry Nicola's body heaved forward until she was stretching her leather bonds to their limit as the contractions rolled over her.

Rupert laughed. 'How easy you are to please, Nicola. Perhaps you would have been wiser to have learnt better how to hold back. Come Giovanni, it is time for breakfast. Don't worry, Nicola, we will return immediately we are finished.'

'I try to hold back!' she shouted as they disappeared towards the chateau. 'It isn't my fault. You've all made me what I am.'

There was no answer and all she could do was wait for whatever stimulation they had in store for her after their breakfast.

It was impossible for her to judge the passage of time and it seemed an eternity before she heard the sound of footsteps on the cobblestones. By now her skin was very warm and her whole body felt tight and it was tingling slightly from the massage and the rays of the sun. Her need for sex, for some kind of physical stimulation, shamed her. Until that moment she hadn't realised how much she'd come to depend on the eroticism that was the normal way of life at the chateau. Now it seemed that it was impossible for her to go for any period of time without some kind of arousal, either visual or tactile.

Only when the person was near could she turn her head sufficiently to see who it was, but for some reason she'd convinced herself that it was the baron who was crossing the courtyard. When she saw that it was Rupert she felt like bursting into tears because her desire to see the baron was almost overwhelming.

Rupert ran a hand up the inside of her leg. 'You have lovely skin,' he commented, sitting himself on the wall of the well. 'English women usually have good skin; perhaps it's the climate. Frangoise will wrinkle terribly as she gets older if she doesn't take more care in the sun.'

Nicola didn't care about Frangoise or what happened to her skin, she simply wanted Rupert's hand to continue caressing her burning flesh.

'Mind you, it's Cassandra I really admire,' the Frenchman went on, and he felt Nicola stiffen beneath his touch. 'She's so self-contained that when she abandons herself to sexual pleasure the contrast is the most erotic thing I've ever experienced. I think that's what keeps Dieter's interest,' he went on, aware that every word was eating into the soul of the tethered girl. 'He's so skilled at every aspect of sex that he never has any trouble teaching women how to lose themselves in his kind of sensuality, but it's only Cassandra who manages to do it and yet keep part of herself secret.'

Nicola didn't respond. She listened to every word, but felt certain Rupert was wrong. She believed that the way to the baron's heart was absolute compliance to his will and a willingness to give over to him totally, both in mind and body. She felt sure that Cassandra's strange aloofness that would surface from time to time displeased him, which was why Nicola was sure she was going to win him. There would be no secrets between them ever, at least not on her side.

'You want to stay here, don't you?' continued Rupert, getting to his feet and letting his hands glide over her hot body. 'You intend to displace Cassandra?'

'It will only happen if it's what the baron wants,' replied Nicola.

He bent his head and nipped softly at the underside of one of her breasts. 'That's true,' he conceded. 'Dieter only ever does what he wants. Has it occurred to you that he may demand more of you than you can give?' he added.

'He couldn't,' declared Nicola confidently. 'I'd do anything he asked, anything at all.'

'How nice for Dieter! Now then, I believe it's my turn to keep you amused so we must stop talking and get down to the serious business of the day. How long have you enjoyed performing in public places?'

'I don't! I keep telling the baron, but he won't believe

me.'

'It's more likely that he chooses not to believe you because it suits him! Now then, let me show you something.' Out of his pocket, Rupert drew a gold-coloured vibrator, at least eight inches long and beneath the cover were numerous tiny beads. He rubbed his hand along the shaft of the vibrator and Nicola saw the beads rotating and rubbing against each other in a rippling movement. 'I'm going to insert this into you/ he explained. 'It's very stimulating, Frangoise loves it, and it even twists when the battery is started. Once this is in your front passage I shall insert something else into your back passage and then proceed to bring you to orgasm. If you manage to climax without letting either of the objects fall then you will be released. If not, then you stay here for another half hour. Do you understand?'

Nicola nodded. 'What's the other object?' she asked nervously.

Rupert smiled. 'It's just an ordinary wax candle, see.' This time he held up a thick white tapering candle whose smooth sides Nicola realised at once would make retention almost impossible.

'Which would you prefer me to insert first?' he asked politely. She had no idea, but already her buttocks were clenching tightly against the forthcoming invasion. 'I think the candle,' he murmured as though reading her thoughts, and then he loosened the thick leather belt around her waist so that he could reach behind her and ease apart the soft globes of her bottom.

As the pointed tip of the candle protruded into the puckered opening Nicola made a sound of protest. Rupert ignored her and proceeded to press gently but continuously until it was so far in that only a tiny thick stub at the base remained in view.

'Now clench and hold,' he instructed Nicola, and she did as he said, but it still seemed to be slipping out. 'Tighter than that,' Rupert admonished as he watched it slowly descending. She gripped with all her strength and at last the candle was still.

Now he crouched on the wall between her outspread legs and caressed the soft hair that covered her pubic mound. As he worked, the baron and Cassandra came to stand in front of the well and the baron laughed softly.

'If only your father could see you now, Nicola. He would be proud of you, I'm sure!'

She didn't dare respond because she was concentrating so hard on keeping the wax candle deep inside her rectum, and the soft flickers of excitement that Rupert's ministrations were causing were making it increasingly difficult.

He pressed the palm of his hand against her entire vulva and then rotated the heel of his hand. At once jolts of delight shook her lower torso and her muscles jumped so that the candle started to fall. Quickly she realised the danger and with a superhuman effort drew it back in with a sharp muscular contraction.

'Well done,' murmured Rupert, parting her outer sex lips and letting his tongue lave her delicate inner tissue until he could spread the seepage from her front opening all around the area. She was quivering with tension as he gently eased the smooth phallic head of the vibrator into her and then rotated it while maintaining the pressure until it was inserted as far as it would go. Then he turned it on and watched her lower belly flutter and contort as the tiny beads began their insidious caress against her vaginal walls, the vibrations travelling through the thin membrane to her rectum where she was struggling to keep the candle still.

'Look at her nipples,' the baron murmured to Cassandra. When she looked she saw that they were as erect as they had ever been, tight hard little points that were so engorged they appeared painful.

'Lick them while Rupert works where he is,' said the baron.

'That's not fair!' protested Nicola.

The baron's eyes went wide with astonishment. 'I decide what's fair here, Nicola,' he said coldly, and lifted Cassandra up onto the well so that she could lick at the tiny little points, covering them with saliva that cooled them briefly before they were again exposed to the sun.

As Cassandra did this, Rupert very lightly stroked around the throbbing clitoris, and Nicola began to moan as her muscles refused to listen to her instructions and started to take on a life of their own. He stimulated smoothly for a few seconds and then changed the rhythm and patted against the flesh with the pads of his fingers, occasionally striking the underside of the little nub.

As Cassandra worked on the nipples, the beads rotated within her vagina and Rupert brought her inexorably to fever pitch, sweat rolled down Nicola's face. She tried to force the cheeks of her bottom together to keep the smooth candle in but with a sudden blazing sensation all of her nerve endings exploded and she arched back against the hard iron strut, her body convulsed by the most intense paroxysm of ecstasy she'd yet encountered. As she screamed into the warm morning air, the wax candle slipped out of her and fell with a splash into the water beneath.

'What a pity,' murmured the baron, but there was no disappointment in his voice, only a note of amusement. 'Now you will have to stay here for another half hour. After that you will be released. During that time, however, anyone of us may use you as they wish.'

'I couldn't help it,' Nicola wailed. 'No one could have controlled their muscles like that. It wasn't a fair test.'

'I'm quite sure Cassandra would have managed,' said the baron scathingly, 'and even if she had failed she would not have complained.'