When Nicola had gone, looking dazed and vulnerable which greatly excited the baron, he drew a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket in the corner of the room. ‘What do you think of her?’ he asked Cassandra.
She thought carefully about the best way to answer him. ‘I think she’s rather pretty, amazingly innocent and possibly less compliant than I’d expected.’
He nodded. ‘Yes, she is all these things. She is also possible to read. Unlike you, her eyes quickly betray her.’
‘Unlike me?’ queried Cassandra, taking the fluted crystal glass of champagne from his hand.
He gave her one of his rare genuine smiles and touched her naked breasts lightly. ‘I do not believe I understand you even yet,’ he said softly. ‘I know your exquisite body, I can usually gauge its reactions, but as to how you think, what you feel inside your head, there you escape me.’
‘You can’t possibly understand Nicola yet. She’s only been here a few hours.’
‘True, but already I know that I will understand her.’
Cassandra sipped the champagne. ‘Do you like what you see so far?’ she asked casually.
The baron sat next to her on the chaise longue, dipped a finger in his drink and then outlined her left breast with the liquid. ‘She has possibilities that excite me. I like to understand my women.’
Cassandra knew better. He might believe that, but once he totally understood a woman he tired of her. That was why she was so careful to keep part of herself locked away; the part that loved him, that meant she’d do anything to keep him, she was determined never to let that show. He was a hunter by nature. While she still intrigued him, remained in part an enigma, she was safe.
If he was right and Nicola proved easy for him to understand, then Cassandra should be safe, but she’d sensed a core of steel in the girl that might prove dangerous. Nicola could be determined enough to take the baron away from Cassandra if she wished, especially if she turned out to have an aptitude for the dark side of his life. But she had a flaw. Cassandra had already noticed that she was not averse to arguing even at this early stage, and that was something the baron would not tolerate.
‘Cassandra?’ his voice was low.
The champagne had dried round her breast and felt sticky.
‘Yes?’
‘Do you want me to make love to you?’
‘If that’s what you want too,’ she said calmly.
He gave her a look of resigned amusement. ‘Why will you never ask?’
‘Perhaps because I dislike disappointment.’
He pressed her down against the length of the chaise longue and began to nuzzle her neck and breasts. ‘It is what I want,’ he murmured, his hand teasing the inward curve of her waist, her navel and over the tender skin of her hipbone.
She wriggled luxuriously. When it was like this, when he was as careful of her pleasure as his own and she felt emotionally close to him, then all she wanted was for it to last this way for ever. But she knew that, like him, she was deceiving herself. She too needed the variety, the dark humiliation of the other ways they explored their sexuality, and only he could provide those experiences for her. Without him, she wondered how she would survive.
Feeling her slender suppleness press against him, the baron finally stripped off all his clothes and then turned her face down, pushing her up onto her knees so that he could enter her from behind while at the same time manipulating her clitoris.
As Cassandra’s climax approached and he felt her inner walls contract around him, his hand stopped moving and he ceased thrusting until the tightness eased and her tingles died away, then he began again. He brought her constantly to the brink until she was almost sobbing with delirious excitement, but it was only when this excitement proved too much for him that he allowed them both to be engulfed by a racking climax that left them in an exhausted tangle on the chaise longue.
That night the baron slept in Cassandra’s bed, his arms around her all night, but in the morning when she awoke he’d gone, leaving a note on the bedside table reminding her of what she and Peter were to do that day.
At the same time as Cassandra was reading the note, Nicola was finally waking from her disturbed night’s sleep. She stretched beneath the bedcovers, and at once felt the tug of the nipple chain against her nightdress. Without thinking, her hands went to her breasts and she cupped them both, squeezing them softly and revelling in their sweet aching fullness.
She kicked off the covers and still without thinking, one of her hands began to stray to the hem of the nightdress, edging it upwards so that she could touch herself between her thighs where the baron had touched her so lightly the night before and where even now a steady throb was beginning to pulsate.
Cassandra switched on the monitor in her room just in time to see what was happening. Immediately she rang through to the kitchen and told Sophie to hurry and take coffee to Nicola. A part of Cassandra wanted Sophie to be too late, so that she could report this act of defiance to the baron, but another part of her realised that the girl was only half-awake and scarcely conscious of what she was doing.
Luckily for Nicola, although Sophie took quite a long time, she herself came to her senses just as her fingers began to edge up her soft thighs. She suddenly remembered the baron’s words and quickly withdrew her hand. She couldn’t imagine how he would know if she disobeyed him, but at this early stage she didn’t dare take the chance of risking his disapproval.
No sooner had she drunk the coffee that Sophie brought her than she heard a light tap on the door. ‘Come in,’ she called hesitantly, wondering if it was the baron back to explore her body once more.
Cassandra entered, and noticed the hint of disappointment in Nicola’s eyes. It seemed that her experiences the night before hadn’t put her off the baron despite her protests at the time. ‘I thought I’d better take off your chain before you had your bath,’ she explained.
Nicola flushed. ‘I can take it off myself.’
‘That isn’t allowed. The baron’s instructions for the day are quite clear, and this is one of them. Did you sleep well?’ she added.
‘Yes thank you,’ lied Nicola.
Cassandra could see the dark rings beneath the girl’s eyes and knew better, but she was surprised that Nicola felt it necessary to lie to her. A disturbed night would not have been unusual in a strange bed. It could only mean that the disturbance had been due to erotic dreams and sexual frustration that she was unwilling to admit, even to herself.
‘Take off your nightdress then,’ she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Nicola hesitated, and for a moment Cassandra thought she was going to refuse but then she pulled it over her head. The older woman saw how heavy and ripe the girl’s breasts looked, and how tightly the miniature handcuffs were fixed to the erect nipples.
Cassandra crossed the room to where there was a small washbasin and let the cold water run over her hands. She then returned to the waiting girl and let her fingers stimulate the areolea as she unfastened the clips. The coldness of her touch made the nipples grow even harder and Nicola gasped at the sensation.
‘Are my hands too cold?’ asked Cassandra with apparent concern.
‘A little,’ replied Nicola, wishing that her breasts wouldn’t keep swelling and responding to every kind of stimulation they received.
‘Never mind – you can have a warm bath now, that will help. I’ll get Peter to run it for you.’
‘Who’s Peter?’
‘The chauffeur who collected you from the airport. He’s really the baron’s personal servant and can turn his hand to most things.’
‘Can’t I run my own bath?’ asked Nicola hesitantly.
‘Didn’t your servants look after things like that for you in England?’ asked Cassandra in surprise.
‘Sometimes, but never a man.’
‘You’ll have to get used to Peter, you’ll be seeing a lot of him during your stay here,’ said Cassandra with a smile. The smile disturbed Nicola. ‘Come along,’ she continued. ‘He should have it nearly ready for you by now.’
Nicola went to put on a silk housecoat but Cassandra stopped her. ‘There’s no need for that. You have to learn to take pride in your body.’ She hustled the naked girl out into the corridor and then down the single step into her old-fashioned bathroom with its large cast-iron bath now over half-full with water. When Nicola saw the well-built young chauffeur wearing only a brief pair of shorts waiting in the room, she tried to back out but Cassandra was behind her and swiftly locked the door then pocketed the key.
‘I’m not bathing with him here,’ said Nicola, trying vainly to cover her nakedness.
‘The baron has requested it, and later we’re all to use the outside pool together. It’s a beautiful pool, and a real sun-trap during the morning,’ responded Cassandra. ‘Honestly, Nicola, a lot of girls would envy you such a handsome personal attendant!’
Nicola knew she had to do as she was told. She lifted her right leg over the side of the bath and immediately Peter’s hands were round her waist, steadying her. His fingers were broad and pressed firmly into her skin. Hastily she sat down in the water, her eyes lowered.
‘You may wash her now, Peter,’ said Cassandra.
Nicola didn’t even try to protest this time. She simply let the young man soap her arms, neck, back and breasts with a soft sponge and tried to ignore the way her blood coursed through her veins and her nipples swelled.
‘Your breasts are very sensitive, aren’t they?’ commented Cassandra. ‘It’s so much nicer when they are. You’ve probably got a lot more unexpected erogenous zones too. Dieter will enjoy discovering them.’ She leant over the bath and gently tickled beneath Nicola’s left armpit, sending shivers of pleasure over the girl’s skin. ‘You see, I’m right! Stand up now.’
Mutely, Nicola stood, and this time Peter used his hands on her, soaping between her buttocks and high up her legs to the soft furry triangle, but he left her sex itself alone. When she sat down again, Nicola became conscious of the heavy bulge in Peter’s shorts.
Cassandra saw it too and with a laugh drew her hands across it, making Peter gasp and he bit on his lip to try and distract himself from the gentle caress on his already bursting manhood.
‘See how you excite him, Nicola! Be careful, Peter, the baron wouldn’t expect any accident from you, would he?’ Peter shook his head, but when Cassandra unfastened the zip at the front of his shorts his erection sprang out, purple-tipped and hard with desire. Nicola stared at it while Cassandra’s slim, clever fingers closed round the shaft for a minute and then softly teased the acutely sensitive ridge of flesh beneath the glans so that he actually groaned as his testicles began to tighten in preparation for release.
‘Do you want to touch him?’ asked Cassandra, looking gently into Nicola’s startled eyes. Peter hardly dared to breathe. If the girl’s unpractised hands were to grasp him now his control would shatter.
Nicola, her gaze riveted on Peter’s erection, swallowed and just managed to force a whispered ‘No, thank you,’ through her dry lips.
‘No? Then he’d better put it away again! Shall I help you, Peter?’
The baron’s manservant backed away from Cassandra, pushing at his painfully hard penis before his mistress forced a mistake from him. She was so beautiful and skilled in her manipulations that he often failed to last as expected in her presence. When his shorts were once more fastened he gave a sigh of relief and waited for further instructions.
Cassandra laughed. ‘Well done! I think I’ll just make certain all the soap’s off Nicola and then you can help her dress. Nicola, stand up again please.’
Nicola’s legs felt shaky after the scene she’d witnessed and she stood hesitantly, knee-deep in bath water. Cassandra unhooked the shower head, tested the temperature and then had Peter arrange Nicola sideways across the bath, her feet against the far wall tiles, her back on the side of the bath nearest to them and her head cradled in his hands. She struggled, but it was easy for him to overpower her.
‘Spread your legs,’ said Cassandra crisply. Nicola hesitated and Cassandra pushed them apart. ‘You really must obey quicker you know. Now close your eyes and see how you enjoy this.’
Nicola’s extended legs quivered as she waited for the spray to hit her on her most sensitive spot, and when the warm water finally sprayed against her vulva her body tightened with the increasingly familiar strange excitement and she felt herself opening there in a shameful way.
Cassandra murmured in approval and allowed the spray to move higher up the pubic mound and over the belly. Nicola uttered tiny mewing sounds of delight and her hips started to twist. Immediately Cassandra turned off the spray.
‘There, that’s all the soap gone. Peter can rub you down with this towel.’
Peter lifted the slight figure onto the bathmat and wrapped it in a carefully chosen rough cotton towel. When he rubbed it, Nicola’s skin was stimulated rather than soothed and by the time she was dry her body was bright pink from neck to toe.
Back in the bedroom, Cassandra looked through Nicola’s cupboards. ‘All your swimming costumes are very old-fashioned,’ she commented. ‘I’ll lend you one of mine.’
‘We aren’t the same size!’ protested Nicola.
Cassandra stopped in the doorway. ‘Nicola, you seem to find it very difficult to do as you’re told. I can tell you from personal experience that is not the way to please the baron.’
‘You mean he wants me in one of your swimming costumes all day?’
‘He wants you in a suitable costume until he returns for his afternoon siesta,’ responded Cassandra softly.
Peter stayed with the naked girl until Cassandra returned carrying a strange-looking two-piece costume. The top half consisted of two adjustable metal rings with material attached, and the bottom half was little more than a leather thong with a triangle of matching material at the front. ‘This will do I think. I’ll help you put it on,’ said Cassandra.
Nicola stood quite still now as the rings were slipped over her breasts and then tightened until the fit was secure. There was a tiny piece of elastic between the two rings and so once the material had been straightened it looked like a conventional bikini top, except that it had no obvious way of keeping it on, but the tight cold metal rings lifted and pointed her breasts in a highly provocative way.
Even so, that was nothing compared to the shock Nicola got when she stepped into the bottom and Cassandra jerked the leather thong sharply upwards, splitting the young girl’s sex lips and buttocks apart.
‘No!’ gasped Nicola. ‘I can’t wear this. It hurts, it’s too tight.’
‘It’s meant to be tight. I’ve worn one myself and it doesn’t hurt at all; quite the contrary in fact. Here, let me adjust it.’
Peter watched as Cassandra made certain the thong was pressing over Nicola’s clitoris and she then pulled the top of the garment up higher still so that the pressure would be relentless.
Nicola hated the feeling of the thin strap between her buttocks, and her parted labia felt swollen and irritated already, but when she looked in one of the mirrors she could see how sexy the outfit was.
‘Put a long-sleeved loose blouse over it and then come down to breakfast,’ said Cassandra, suddenly anxious to get on with the morning’s work. ‘Peter will wait for you.’
After they’d eaten their croissants, thickly spread with apricot jam, and drunk yet more coffee, Cassandra, Peter and Nicola went through a side door and along a flagstoned path that wound its way past small areas of lawn full of carefully clipped bushes and thick clumps of pampas grass, until they reached the outdoor pool.
This had originally been an orangery and the rectangular pool, surrounded by concrete slabs, was protected by marble columns covered in sweet-smelling, multicoloured climbing roses. At one end of the pool sun loungers were already in place for them, while at the other a tiny white pavilion provided changing rooms for the more self-conscious of the baron’s guests.
Nicola glanced towards it. ‘That’s really lovely,’ she commented.
‘It is pretty,’ agreed Cassandra, ‘but it’s mostly used by the baron’s small daughters when they’re staying here.’
‘I didn’t know he had any children. Are they with their mother?’ asked Nicola.
‘Their mother’s dead,’ said Cassandra quietly. ‘They spend most of their time in Austria with their grandparents. Dieter loves them of course, but there’s nothing for them to do here.’
‘I’d have thought it was perfect for children,’ said Nicola. ‘They could have ponies, a playground …’
‘If you’re sensible you won’t mention either the girls or their mother to Dieter,’ said Cassandra. ‘He’s a very private person in that respect.’
‘I could help look after them,’ said Nicola brightly, suddenly envisaging a permanent place for herself at the chateau.
‘I look after them when they’re here,’ replied Cassandra shortly. ‘We get on very well.’
Nicola decided to let the subject drop for the time being, although she stored the information away for possible further use. Lying down on one of the loungers she surreptitiously tried to ease the bottom half of her bikini down a little.
‘Leave that alone,’ said Cassandra swiftly. ‘Peter, I think you’d better put some suncream on me. It’s so easy to burn here.’
She herself was wearing a minute cerise bikini and when Nicola turned to look Cassandra was casually peeling off the top half and letting Peter massage the suntan lotion onto her shoulders and breasts. She sighed voluptuously as he worked and her tiny nipples began to stand up from the pale globes.
Nicola’s throat tightened and she felt herself growing very damp around the thong of her bikini bottom. She shifted uneasily on her lounger.
Cassandra turned over to let Peter do her back and when he reached the base of her spine he let his hands move beneath the material, squeezing her buttocks and allowing one lubricated finger to slide into her back passage.
Cassandra squirmed with delight, and although Nicola couldn’t see what was happening she could almost feel the waves of sexual arousal coming from Cassandra’s body. Remembering his orders Peter then had to stop, and he now concentrated on Cassandra’s long, shapely legs, letting his hands spend as long as possible at the top of her thighs.
‘That’s fine,’ murmured Cassandra. ‘You’d better do the same for Nicola, although she must keep her top on. The baron might be annoyed if she didn’t.’
In her innocence, Nicola wondered why the baron wouldn’t be annoyed to know what Peter had done to his mistress, but now she found the young man’s attentions to the unprotected areas of flesh more than enough to cope with.
When he’d anointed both women, Peter took off his shorts to reveal a pair of minuscule swimming briefs that barely contained his erection. He then strode to the side of the pool and slipped into the water. ‘Come on,’ he called to the two young women who were lying watching him. ‘It’s lovely and warm.’
‘You go, Nicola,’ said Cassandra. ‘I’m too tired to swim just yet.’
‘But I …’
‘It’s time for your swim,’ repeated Cassandra more firmly.
Nicola understood that this was another instruction and walked self-consciously to the side of the pool. She then sat on the edge and let her feet dangle in the water. As Peter had said, it was beautifully warm. He lifted his hands up and grasping her by the waist swung her into the air, off the side of the pool and then down into the water until she found herself standing waist-deep beside him.
The water lapped between her legs, surrounding her almost entirely exposed vulva and tightening the leather thong so that it pressed against her most sensitive parts, causing a strange throbbing tightness between her legs.
‘You can swim, can’t you?’ asked Peter.
‘Of course.’
‘Then I’ll race you to the other end.’
He set off in a powerful crawl while she swam more slowly after him, using a leisurely breast-stroke. Cassandra watched for a few minutes and then went down to sit at the side of the pool herself.
In the deep end, Nicola was hanging on to the side of the pool for support while Peter trod water. Suddenly his hands grasped Nicola’s naked buttocks and he eased her up and down in the water while his fingers dug into the undersides of the tight cheeks of her bottom. She was facing him, and when he pulled her closer she could feel his erection nudging against her hip.
Peter stared into her dark blue eyes and saw the gleam of small white teeth between her parted lips. She looked incredibly desirable, so innocent and yet so clearly ready to learn, that he could hardly bear to be so close but not allowed to do more than brush against her and titillate her sufficiently for the baron’s afternoon pleasures to give him and the girl maximum enjoyment.
Diving beneath the startled Nicola, Peter surfaced between her legs and then parted them, positioning one on each side of his head. When he rose up out of the water she was sitting on him, her wet hands clutching at his equally wet hair and her legs so widely parted that he and Cassandra knew that the thong must be arousing her clitoris and the surrounding flesh with increasing strength.
Certainly Nicola was very aware of the thong, and of the tight metal loops around her breasts and the clinging damp material that covered their surface. She seemed to be a mass of new sensations, none of them uncomfortable but all of them promising something that had never yet happened. Despite the water and the lovely surroundings she felt hot, irritable and disorientated, and wished that her body would quieten, allowing her to be less aware of it.
Laughing, Peter swam down the pool to the shallow end with Nicola still balanced on him, although for most of the journey she had to ease herself lower down his back in order to be carried along safely. Once at the shallow end she was tipped off and when she surfaced spluttering and with water in her eyes and ears, Peter was already climbing out of the pool.
‘You didn’t have to get that wet!’ exclaimed Cassandra, a strange smile round her lips. ‘You’d better go into the house and get yourself a towel. Bring a couple of spare ones too, would you? I forgot when we came out.’
Nicola pulled herself up onto the pool side, and immediately currents of electricity shot through her belly. She stopped, startled by the feeling and then wriggled her hips to try and move the thong that she realised was causing it.
‘Hurry up!’ said Cassandra, still smiling. ‘Peter needs a towel nearly as badly as you do.’
Nicola padded back to the house. She found Monique in the first room she entered and asked her to go and fetch the towels. Monique hurried off to do the girl’s bidding and within a few minutes Nicola was back by the pool, but to her astonishment no one was there. Cassandra and Peter had vanished.
She looked around the poolside, and then decided to see if they’d taken refuge from the overhead sun in the pavilion. As she climbed the steps she heard small sounds from behind the slightly open door and slowed her approach, sensing that it might be better not to warn them of her coming.
At first, peering into the gloomy interior from the bright sunlight outside, it was difficult for her to make out what was happening but slowly the two figures became clearer and now Nicola’s already overheated body shook with disbelief and excitement as she saw exactly what they were doing.
Cassandra was lying face down on one of the slatted benches. Peter was holding her hips raised and his huge erection, the one that Nicola had seen earlier, was now sliding smoothly in and out of his mistress who was moaning and writhing beneath him. As if this wasn’t startling enough there was something protruding from between Cassandra’s buttocks, something long and slim that moved with every excited contraction of her muscles.
Her moans were increasing now and Peter began to move more quickly, his hips thrusting faster and faster while she urged him on, but then suddenly he slowed and Nicola heard Cassandra give a groan of what sounded like disappointment as he carefully withdrew from between her thighs, lowered her to the bench and concentrated instead on gently moving the protrusion between her buttocks in and out, in a rhythm that matched his earlier movements.
Nicola had never even imagined such things happening between couples. She’d known the rudiments of ordinary lovemaking, had frequently imagined being the recipient of a lover’s embrace and the gentle, romantic if slightly vague taking of her virginity but what she was watching now was something totally beyond anything her imagination had ever conjured up.
She watched the slim anal stimulator sliding in and out of Cassandra’s rear entrance, and watched the other woman’s head moving from side to side in increasing excitement, but then Peter stopped that stimulation and removed the vibrator before turning his mistress onto her back so that he could lie down on top of her and tongue at her breasts and neck, occasionally nipping the delicate skin.
Nicola’s body no longer needed a towel to dry it, her own heat had done the work and she was burning all over with a terrible need that she was beginning to think would utterly consume her if it wasn’t assauged. Unable to bear the scene in front of her any longer she started to back away, but in her haste she stubbed a bare toe on one of the steps and cried out in pain.
Cassandra and Peter, who had been well aware that she was watching them, and had only staged the scene in order to excite her senses, quickly jumped to their feet and hurried out of the pavilion doors, pretending to be startled by her presence.
‘I’m sorry,’ gasped Nicola, still backing away from them. ‘I brought the towels back and …’
‘And decided to see where we were?’ asked Cassandra quietly.
‘Yes. I wasn’t going to stop, and I won’t ever tell, I promise.’
‘Tell?’ queried Cassandra with a smile. ‘What is there to tell? And to whom? The baron knows very well that I use Peter for satisfaction when I’m alone and in the mood. He wouldn’t mind in the least. He likes people to enjoy their sexuality, and he’s very anxious that you should learn to enjoy yours.’ She glanced at her watch. ‘In fact, I think we should take you back to your room now. He’ll be back within the next half hour or so and I don’t believe you’re quite ready for him yet.’
‘Ready for him? I don’t understand. He isn’t going to … ?’
‘Make love to you? Yes, he is. Surely that’s what you want, isn’t it?’ asked Cassandra. ‘Don’t try and tell me you’re not already more than a little in love with him. I’ve seen the signs before you know, from other women.’
‘Yes, but he isn’t in love with me!’ protested Nicola.
‘He doesn’t fall in love, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t the most incredible lover you could wish to find. Your father was very generous when he sent you here. I only hope you’re capable of appreciating all we’ll teach you over the coming weeks. Now, let’s go back inside.’
Nicola turned to flee, but Peter grasped her by her left arm and then picked her up without any effort at all, carrying her along behind Cassandra into the chateau and up the stairs to the bedroom that she had found so pretty the previous day. Now, as she was laid on the bed, she suddenly felt that it was more like a prison.
Cassandra unfastened the material from the rings that were still round Nicola’s breasts and discarded it, but the rings stayed in place. She also unhooked the minute triangle of cloth that had covered her pubic mound, whilst letting the leather thong remain between her labia and buttocks.
‘Lie down on your back, Nicola,’ she said softly. ‘This is going to be wonderful, I promise you.’
Since Peter was standing at the foot of the bed and Cassandra had already fastened the bedroom door, Nicola didn’t see that there was any point in trying to oppose the other woman. Silently she lay back on the white bedspread, aware of her heavy, upthrusting breasts and the relentless pressure between her legs that was making her stomach feel tight and swollen.
Cassandra ran a hand across the girl’s stomach to test it. ‘Yes, you are definitely aroused,’ she murmured. ‘How does it feel when I do this?’ and she pressed her hand into the swollen flesh. The ache between Nicola’s legs deepened and her nipples suddenly longed to be touched by fingers or a tongue.
‘Don’t!’ she pleaded.
‘Tell me what it feels like,’ insisted Cassandra.
‘The baron will want you to verbalise your feelings so you may as well start practising now.’
‘I don’t know how to explain it! I just feel so hard and tight everywhere,’ moaned Nicola. ‘And my breasts are throbbing, especially when you touch my stomach.’
‘You mean like this?’ queried Cassandra, pressing down once more on the taut abdomen.
Nicola gasped and her hips moved on the bed. ‘Yes, yes!’
‘Well, that’s good. That means your body’s responding well. Peter, I think with just a little more stimulation she’ll be ready for Dieter. Fetch her a glass of the damiana cordial.’
‘What’s that?’ asked Nicola as Peter went off to do his mistress’s bidding.
‘It’s a drink made from a plant that grows in the desert in Mexico. The leaves are infused for days before being drained and the liquid’s then mixed with honey and a little vodka. It works best when you’ve drunk a glass or two for several nights in a row, but I think that even one should be of assistance today.’
‘What does it do?’ she asked nervously.
‘It stimulates your nerves and sex organs, which means that you’ll get maximum enjoyment from everything the baron chooses to do. Good, here it is. Make sure you drink it all down.’
Nicola sat up and sniffed suspiciously at the liquid, but the smell was fresh and once she’d taken a cautious sip she found it delicious and quickly emptied the glass.
‘Good girl!’ said Cassandra reaching out and letting her fingers brush over the girl’s dark nipples. ‘In a few minutes the baron will be here. Until then, just lie back, close your eyes and look forward to all that’s going to happen to you.’
‘Don’t you mind?’ asked Nicola curiously. ‘Won’t you be jealous, wondering what’s going on in here?’
‘Of course not,’ laughed Cassandra. ‘I’m going to help him.’
Nicola sat bolt upright. ‘No! I don’t want anyone here when he …’
‘What you want is of no interest to the baron, I’m afraid,’ responded Cassandra quietly. ‘Listen, I think I heard him outside!’
The two young women sat in utter silence, even their breath inaudible, and then there came the lightest of taps on the door. Cassandra turned to Nicola as Peter opened it to let his master in.
‘You know, I really envy you,’ she said, her eyes wide in apparent sincerity. ‘I can still remember how it was for me the first time he took me. Not that I was a virgin, but I’m sure that won’t spoil it too much for you. He can be very patient when he’s in the right mood.’
Nicola stared into the seemingly innocent eyes and felt her stomach lurch with terror, but Cassandra simply smiled then stood up and walked towards her lover. ‘We’ve done everything you said,’ she murmured softly. ‘I think you should find it an interesting experience.’
The baron stroked the side of her face. ‘I’m quite sure I will. Peter, you can leave us now.’ As his manservant hurried from the room the baron crossed the carpeted floor and looked down on the girl so arousingly attired with her tightly encircled breasts and clearly visible leather thong.
‘Well, Nicola! At last it’s time for you to become a woman. And once that’s accomplished, there are many many delights still in store for you.’ He ran a finger down the centre of her stomach and watched her flesh twitch in response. ‘Yes, many delights,’ he murmured almost to himself, and then he started to take off his clothes.