Bearing in mind Nicola’s state of sexual arousal, Françoise didn’t let her return to her room to change for dinner until she herself was dressed and could accompany the girl. She knew very well that it would have been impossible for Nicola, with her over-sensitised nerve endings and dissatisfied body, to have resisted the temptation to bring herself to a climax if she’d had the opportunity, and knew too that this was not what the baron wanted.
Françoise chose to wear a soft apricot coloured dress, its front vent trimmed with a matching ribbon. The dress was gathered into tiny pleats at the shoulders and had a plunging neckline, while round her slender neck the Brazilian girl wound a long matching scarf. With her olive skin and model’s figure she looked stunning, and standing in front of her bedroom mirror with Françoise beside her, Nicola wondered what on earth she could wear that would make her stand out against such competition.
Françoise, understanding instinctively that the baron would want Nicola looking unsophisticated this evening, picked out a silk fit-and-flare style dress with a frill around the neck and short puff sleeves. The background was cream coloured, with tiny flowers in apple blossom pink, moss green and mauve on it, and when Nicola pulled it on she looked much younger than her twenty-one years and, despite what had happened to her already, distinctly virginal.
‘Wonderful!’ enthused Françoise.
‘It’s not very chic,’ said Nicola doubtfully. ‘The baron told me that he likes his women to be well dressed. This is horribly old-fashioned.’
‘It’s so old-fashioned it’s back in style,’ Françoise assured her. ‘Let me brush your hair for you, and why not put your Alice band round it to hold it behind your ears – that will make a change.’
Nicola was so aware of her tingling body, her swollen breasts and the dreadful heavy ache between her thighs that she couldn’t be bothered to argue. She let herself be guided by the other woman simply because she’d been controlled by her all the afternoon and it was difficult to break the habit, especially when her flesh was so desperate for sweet relief that her mind was incapable of thinking about anything else.
When she went into the main dining room for the first time and saw Cassandra standing at the far end of the room she wished she hadn’t been so easily persuaded. The baron’s mistress had left her hair loose, but curled it under at the shoulders, and it was swept behind her left ear, revealing a large silver earring inlaid with dark blue sapphires.
Her longline soft pink top glittered with hundreds of sequins and the hem was cut in jagged points, a pattern repeated at the ends of the elbow length sleeves. Beneath the top she was wearing a long pleated skirt in a slightly paler shade of pink and the outfit’s long, fluid line accentuated her finely proportioned figure.
Rupert was talking to his hostess, while Giovanni was in animated conversation with the baron, and as Nicola walked awkwardly into the room, Françoise glided in behind her demanding some champagne almost before she’d crossed the threshold. At the sound of her voice the baron turned, interested to see how Nicola looked after her afternoon with Rupert’s highly skilled wife. She was a little more pale than usual, but the pupils of her eyes were still dilated and her mouth looked swollen. Desire was clearly eating away at her and he smiled to himself.
Handing Françoise her champagne he then gave Nicola another glass of the cordial she’d had earlier that day. She shook her head. ‘I’ve already had it.’
‘Today I wish you to take two glasses. It will make your evening much more pleasant,’ he added persuasively, smiling directly into her eyes and watching her expression change as she gave in simply to please him. ‘It makes me restless,’ she complained.
‘Tonight we’ll help you use up your energy,’ he promised, and laid a hand against the side of her neck for a moment, so that he could feel her pulse beating just beneath the surface of the skin. She kept her eyes fixed on him, every fibre of her body coming alive at this simple caress.
‘Since we’re all here now perhaps we should eat,’ he said lightly, removing his hand but giving the girl one final smile that promised her something delightful in the coming hours.
This dining room had none of the intimacy of the one Nicola had eaten in before. It was rather dark with a long eighteenth-century table and matching chairs, intricately carved. The two largest were at opposite ends of the table. Around the walls hung pictures of various kings of France, but their faces had all been replaced by strange smiling demons and one definitely had the features of a woman.
‘Who’s that?’ asked Nicola as she took her seat.
‘The king is Louis XV, the face is that of Lucrezia Borgia!’ laughed Rupert. ‘It’s one of Dieter’s little jokes. At a party last year we had to go all round the chateau, find out where the paintings had been doctored and name the new face. It was extremely educational!’
After a short pause Rupert sat down next to Nicola while Françoise and Giovanni seated themselves at the opposite side of the table. Then the maids arrived bringing the soup. It was a thick tomato soup with dill and cream and was totally delicious.
However, after two mouthfuls the baron pushed his aside. ‘This is cold,’ he told the silently waiting Sophie. ‘I suppose you and Monique were chattering away in the kitchen and forgot to bring it up.’
‘We came as soon as you rang, sir,’ murmured Sophie, keeping her eyes lowered.
‘Nonsense, you can’t have done. I’m afraid you will both have to be disciplined for this. Let me think …’ He stared down the table to where Cassandra was sitting. She stared back expressionless. The soup was hot, the complaint merely a prelude to some scheme he’d hatched earlier and she knew it.
‘Can you think of anything, my dear?’ he enquired politely.
Cassandra thought swiftly. ‘It seems quite warm to me,’ she said softly. ‘I think perhaps they should be rewarded for their efficiency.’
For a moment his face darkened, and Rupert and Françoise glanced at each other in surprise.
‘Why don’t they have tomorrow afternoon off and we can arrange a little sports competition for them in the gym,’ she added. ‘The winner can have Peter as a prize and the loser …’
‘Will go to the punishment chair,’ he finished shortly. Then he smiled at her. ‘How clever of you, Cassandra. You’re a far more thoughtful employer than I am, I fear.’ The maids knew better, and knew too that their sense of fear would continue to mount all through the night and the following morning until the competition was held.
Content that the entertainment for the following afternoon had been organised, and pleased that this would involve Nicola in a less active role than the one she would play that evening, and therefore enable him to judge how she responded in a situation where she was a controller, he turned his attention back to the meal.
The main course of duck with prunes was one of the baron’s favourites, and much to the waiting maids’ relief he found no complaint with it, even going so far as to instruct them to give the chef his compliments. The dessert was a mango ice cream served in individual egg shapes, and the shell of the eggs was represented by a thin layer of bitter chocolate, while at the heart of the ice cream itself there was a spoonful of mango purée.
To the baron’s delight, Nicola took a great fancy to this and when offered more accepted gratefully, so that by the end of the meal she’d consumed four of the deceptively rich desserts as well as more than her share of the petit fours that were served with their coffee.
The baron had already instructed Cassandra to remain at the table for coffee. When they left the dining room for their evening’s excitement they would all be together. At last he rose from his chair, walking round behind Nicola’s and stopping to let his hands adjust the Alice band. ‘Whose idea was this?’ he asked in amusement.
‘Françoise thought it would help to keep my hair behind my ears,’ explained Nicola. ‘I’m trying to grow it,’ she added.
‘Françoise, you are wonderfully decadent!’ laughed the baron. ‘If you have your way she’ll look no older than twelve by the time you leave.’
‘But I thought …’ murmured Nicola.
‘It suits me very well for tonight,’ the baron assured her with a sideways glance at Cassandra, but she wasn’t taking any notice of the conversation because she was talking to Giovanni, who was sitting on her left and whose hand was covering hers where it lay on the tablecloth.
‘Cassandra!’ he said sharply.
She lifted her head and looked at him questioningly.
‘Is everything ready?’
‘Of course. Shall I lead the way?’
The baron nodded, and when Nicola rose from her chair he took hold of her by the elbow and guided her firmly along the corridor and up a short flight of stairs she’d never seen before until they came to a small room with a padlock on it. As the baron removed a key from his pocket and unlocked it, Nicola started to back away but Rupert was just behind her and when the door swung open she was carried into the room by the pressure of the others behind her.
She stared about her in surprise. It looked more like a doctor’s consulting room than a drawing room in a French chateau. A high examination couch was set in the middle of the floor, with a white trolley next to it containing numerous instruments, pairs of gloves, sets of towels and other medical-style aids, while over by the window there was a long, low chair that she suddenly realised was the kind favoured by dentists with the tip-back head and adjustable footrest.
A thick carpet covered the floor, and heavy shutters were even now being drawn across the windows so that it was necessary for Cassandra to turn on the lights in order for them all to be able to see.
Giovanni looked about him in as much surprise as Nicola. Although he knew very well the kind of things that must go on in the chateau it was still an incongruous room to find in such a tasteful building. Just the same his excitement rose, particularly when he realised that it would be the naive young English girl who was to be the recipient of their attentions.
As Cassandra arranged some of the more vital instruments on the trolley the baron stood behind her. ‘About this afternoon,’ he murmured, his hand staying on hers for a moment. ‘You did enjoy it, didn’t you?’
‘With Giovanni?’ she asked innocently.
‘No, with me. What we did, it gives you pleasure does it not?’
‘You saw what happened; if that’s pleasure, then yes, it did.’
‘Cassandra …’ He hesitated. ‘I had to do it. I needed to see you like that for me.’
He had never come so close to an apology and she was startled. Turning her head she smiled softly at him. ‘It’s all right. After all, sometimes I ask for it.’
‘Yes.’
‘Besides, I assumed it was part of the game,’ she added, although she was well aware that it hadn’t been; that it had been a rare moment of loss of control on his part, caused by watching her with the Italian.
He smiled more easily. ‘You are right of course; as long as you understand that.’
‘I understand you quite well I think,’ she murmured.
‘Excellent. Now, let us see how well Nicola does tonight. You must help her all you can, Cassandra.’
‘I know.’
While they talked together, Nicola was trying to back away from the examination couch so that she was near the door, but to her horror she found that the baron’s manservant, Peter, was blocking the exit and then when the baron and Cassandra stopped talking all the people in the room except for Peter began to take off their clothes.
‘Hurry up!’ said Françoise. ‘Dieter hates to be kept waiting.’
The silk dress was easy to remove, having a concealed zip down the left hand side, and to her relief Nicola wasn’t the last to remove everything. That was Rupert, but apparently Rupert could do what he liked because the baron merely glanced round the room for Nicola.
‘Come here, little one,’ he said encouragingly. ‘Tonight you will lose your virginity in a different way. Giovanni, help her up onto the couch.’ Giovanni’s strong hands grasped her above her hips and he lifted her into the air and then laid her on her back on the hard couch. She stared up at the ceiling and felt her teeth starting to chatter.
‘Turn on your side so that you’re facing the door,’ the baron said softly. ‘Rupert, you’d better come a little nearer, in case she needs some diversion. Cassandra, slip a towel beneath her hips. We don’t want any accidents.’
‘Lift your hips, Nicola,’ Cassandra said quietly, and then a thick cotton towel was placed beneath the quaking girl’s lower body. ‘That’s good; now bend your knees and pull them up tight against your chest.’
Puzzled, Nicola obeyed, and immediately felt an uncomfortable pressure in both her bladder and bowels. Suddenly she wished that she hadn’t eaten and drunk so much during the meal. The baron ran a hand down the curved back and then over her waist and across the tight stomach, letting his fingers spread out and press firmly above her pubic bone. She flinched and he nodded in approval.
‘As you know, Nicola,’ he said gently, ‘I believe in people learning to control their bodies. You have already begun to learn how to control your orgasms, tonight you will also learn mastery of your bladder and bowels. At the same time you will be pleased to hear that you will experience some extremely strong orgasms that should compensate for your afternoon with Françoise!’
Giovanni decided to join the baron and Cassandra at the back of the girl, and so it was he who was allowed to spread the cool jelly around her virginal rear entrance for the very first time and immediately Nicola began to protest.
‘No! I don’t want to do that,’ she cried, remembering watching the pearls slipping inside Cassandra two days earlier. ‘It will hurt.’
‘It will only hurt if you don’t relax,’ said the baron, his voice soothing. ‘I assure you that the delights to come far outweigh any initial discomfort.’
Nicola started to move, and immediately Rupert pinned her to the table again. ‘It’s pointless to struggle,’ the baron continued. ‘After all, this is why Sir James sent you to me. There’s more to sex than the missionary position you know.’
Once more his hand kneaded her stomach and again Nicola felt pressure on her bladder and her bowels began to churn. ‘I think she will have to be cleansed before we begin,’ the baron remarked. ‘Cassandra, the enema bag please.’
Françoise saw Nicola’s face as she heard the murmured instruction, and a thrill of excitement ran through her. She loved to watch initiations of any kind, and this one promised to be highly enjoyable.
‘Hold her legs where they are,’ the baron instructed Giovanni. ‘Make sure her knees stay bent, it will make things far easier. Now Nicola, press down so that we can get the head of the tubing in more easily.’
Nicola didn’t feel as though she dared to push down. Terror had turned her bowels to water and she was already gripped by fierce cramps even before the enema had been administered. Cassandra stroked the cheeks of the girl’s bottom, soothing her and at the same time causing small frissons of pleasure in the area. ‘Do as he says, Nicola. Believe me, it will all be worth it in the end. I’ve been in your position myself, so I know what I’m talking about.’
Rupert began to play idly with one of Nicola’s nipples, pressing it flat against her breast and then watching it rise up again as soon as he released it. Her long nipples fascinated him and her softly whispered plea for him to stop never even registered.
The baron carefully lubricated the end of the tubing Cassandra had handed him, and then inserted it into the already greased opening between the buttocks. He eased it in very carefully, but Nicola still cried out and begged him to stop.
She hated the feeling of being so totally in other people’s hands. Rupert was playing with her breasts, Giovanni was holding her legs in place and Cassandra was talking to her. She seemed to be nothing but a toy for their amusement.
‘Now tighten a little,’ murmured the baron, and when Nicola obeyed the tubing slid further inside her back passage until it reached the white line drawn round it. ‘Stop there,’ he said quickly. Next he carefully filled the bag at the opposite end with soapy water and squeezed.
As it rushed up the tube and into the trapped girl’s body her stomach heaved and she struggled frantically to free herself. ‘Keep still!’ said the baron curtly. ‘If you wish to please me then control yourself. This is only the beginning.’
Since she seemed unable to distract herself from the sensation he pressed again on the sensitive spot at the base of her stomach, which meant that now her overfull bladder made itself felt as well and she moaned afresh as she fought to stop her body from disgracing her.
When sufficient liquid had been pumped into her the tubing was withdrawn, but Nicola had to remain on her side for several minutes in order to make sure it did its work thoroughly. She could feel the sharp contractions of her stomach as her bowels twisted and turned and strange shooting sensations travelled between her thighs and along her lower stomach.
Rupert decided to help her pass the time by licking the nipple nearest to him, covering it with saliva and then removing his mouth so that she could feel the liquid evaporating as the nipple remained rigid.
Both Cassandra and Françoise knew how the girl was feeling. They knew that every part of her would seem full to bursting point and that the flashes of pleasure mixed in with the streaks of pain would be hard to distinguish at this early stage. ‘Take her behind the screen,’ said the baron at last. ‘It should have worked by now.’
Silently Cassandra helped Nicola off the couch and led her behind a Chinese lacquered screen in one corner of the room. There she was shown a portable toilet where she was at last allowed to release the soapy mixture from her back passage and as it gushed from her she felt the heavy swollen pressure in her stomach ease a little.
‘That’s all,’ said Cassandra, suddenly realising that Nicola was hoping to relieve her bladder as well. ‘Come on, they’re waiting for you. The worst’s over now.’
Nicola crossed the carpeted floor and climbed onto the couch without raising her head. She simply couldn’t look at any of them, but once she was lying back in the same position and opened her eyes to stare at the door where freedom eventually lay, she saw Rupert’s straining erection on a level with her face.
‘Don’t worry,’ laughed Françoise. ‘He’s saving it for later.’
‘Now,’ said the baron with satisfaction, ‘we can really start teaching you the pleasures of anal sex. First I think we need to find out how tight you are. Cassandra, hand me the gauge.’
Nicola heard sounds at the trolley and tried to turn her head to look but Rupert held her face between his hands. ‘More fun to wait and see how it feels,’ he said with a smile.
‘I’ll do it for you,’ said Cassandra to the baron and she kept the smooth piece of polished ivory in her own hands. It was a good seven inches long with a small rounded head and the length had been carved into ever increasing undulations that would slowly stretch Nicola’s rectum until it would be able to take Rupert’s straining and thick erection.
Cassandra covered the head in more lubricating jelly and then pressed it against the tender bottom mouth, but Nicola clenched herself tightly against it. The baron tickled the base of her spine, brushing the downy hair there and causing an involuntary relaxing of her muscles. Cassandra took advantage of this to press the head of the ivory column home and then as Nicola tightened around it she kept it still.
‘Move it from side to side,’ suggested Françoise. ‘That can feel quite nice, even early on.’
Cassandra did, but Nicola gasped as the walls of her back passage reacted violently against the touch coming so soon after the enema and on top of two glasses of a cordial specifically designed to stimulate all her nerve endings and increase every response.
‘Please, I don’t want to do this,’ she begged the baron but he simply continued to stroke her back and shoulders, murmuring words of encouragement as Cassandra very slowly twisted and pressed against the ivory until the first four undulations had been inserted.
‘That’s probably enough,’ remarked the baron. ‘Hold it there for a time, and move it back and forth, she should enjoy that.’
Nicola was so tight everywhere, so sensitive and tense, that she only wanted to be left alone but as Cassandra moved the object gently back and forth, sharp jolts of arousal began to travel from her abused rear opening through the dividing membrane to her vagina and up along the connected nerves to where her pressurised bladder was already struggling to cope.
The baron let his hand cup her swollen stomach and felt the frantic ripples beneath the skin. ‘You’re doing very well, Nicola,’ he said kindly and she felt a moment’s delight. ‘Remove the ivory now,’ he continued. ‘We’ll lie her on her front for a change.’ Rupert and Giovanni grasped Nicola and turned her over so that she was lying on her stomach, the ivory expander had now been extracted but her flesh still seemed to feel its presence.
‘Move her up the couch,’ suggested Françoise. ‘I’ll sit at the end then she can give me some pleasure if she gets bored!’ Nicola couldn’t imagine feeling like doing anything for anyone else at the moment, but within seconds she was being pushed up the couch until her head was over the end where Françoise had seated herself on a stool with her clearly excited breasts just in front of Nicola. ‘Suck me,’ she ordered the girl. ‘Let’s see how well you remember what your own nipples liked. I want mine to grow as large as yours did this afternoon.’
There was the sound of a quiet laugh from Rupert. ‘That would be a miracle, Françoise!’
‘There’s no harm in trying,’ she responded coolly. ‘Start now Nicola, before Dieter distracts you again.’
Realising that this might give her a moment’s respite from the baron’s manipulations, Nicola hastily moved to obey, but again this was something new for her and her tongue was soft and hesitant against the Brazilian woman’s breasts.
‘Harder than that,’ complained Françoise. ‘And suck on them as well. Remember how yours like to be sucked?’
Nicola did, and the simple pressure of the hard couch beneath her breasts, coupled with Françoise’s words was sufficient to start them throbbing again. She wished that she hadn’t been given more of the green cordial to drink; it seemed to have this effect on her, making even simple movements feel like sensual caresses and keeping her in a constant state of arousal and need.
As she tongued the tanned breasts in front of her, the baron got Cassandra to slip a long thin cushion beneath and across the prostrate girl, positioning it so that it rested at the base of her stomach, maintaining relentless pressure on her bladder.
Once it was in place, Nicola tried to shift her lower body in order to ease the sparks of discomfort, but the baron’s firm hands pressed down against her back and this made the sensations worse. ‘Lie still or I’ll strap you in place,’ he said dispassionately. ‘Even the maids have learnt how to cope with this; surely you can do as well as they can?’
Nicola wasn’t sure, but she tried to distract herself by working more feverishly on Françoise, whose breasts responded with gratifying speed. ‘Very good,’ murmured Rupert’s wife. ‘We must spend more time alone together.’
The baron took advantage of Nicola’s distraction and pointed to something on the trolley. Cassandra’s eyes opened wide and she looked at him questioningly. He nodded, and realising that she shouldn’t be trying to spare Nicola any of these trials, Cassandra gave in, handing over what she had always considered was the most cruel of his toys, particularly when the recipient was in the state that Nicola was in.
The large shiny black vibrator was designed to stimulate every possible nerve ending. The thick head of the imitation phallus curved slightly to knock against the G-spot as it entered, two tiny paddle shaped extensions coming from the front of the base vibrated against the clitoris in turn, keeping up a rhythmic pressure that was heavier than normal. Even worse, from Nicola’s point of view, in order for the phallus to be inserted completely her rear opening would have to accommodate the slim curved extension at the back, whose softly rounded end would then tap against her highly sensitive rectum with every vibration.
Nicola was finding that her ability to stimulate Françoise was arousing her, and she knew very well that despite her fear and discomfort she was now damp between her thighs. The baron knew it too and he slid a hand beneath both her and the long thin pillow, pressing upwards until Nicola’s bladder felt ready to burst and she had to raise herself up from the couch no matter what the punishment was.
As she lifted, the baron inserted the head of the imitation phallus into her vagina, pressing it quickly deep inside her and she gasped as her G-spot was briefly brushed. Then, as her internal passage expanded to accommodate the vibrator she suddenly felt the anal stimulator slipping inside her still inflamed rectum and, even worse, her clitoris was assailed by a series of soft drumming sensations that very quickly caused her body to tighten as all her tormented nerve endings began to launch her towards an orgasm.
Giovanni watched Nicola’s head fall away from Françoise’s breasts and begin to twist and turn as she made increasingly loud moaning sounds, while her outspread legs twitched violently on the couch. For the Italian it was too much to watch and he moved to stand behind Françoise, who had now left her stool and was leaning over Nicola, studying her flailing body with interest.
He put his arms round her from the back and she opened her legs, at the same time bending forward with her arms resting on the side of Nicola’s couch so that Giovanni could take her from behind. As he slid into her she gave a sigh of contentment. She liked to be full when she was watching something like this.
Unaware of what the rest of the onlookers were doing, Nicola began to thrash helplessly as the baron increased the speed of his toy, and her swollen clitoris was so over-aroused that it retracted beneath its hood.
Cassandra knew what to do when this happened and as Nicola’s helpless cries of crazed excitement dulled a little she began to move the cushion beneath her up and down a fraction so that the hood was moved and the pressure against the bladder increased at the same time.
Nicola no longer knew what was happening to her. She was nothing but a screaming, thrashing body as startlingly intense lines of incredible pleasure tore through her stomach, down her thighs, seared along the nerve endings between her rectum and her vagina and threatened to totally consume her.
The baron got ready to apply the final touch. Nicola, suddenly aware that she was losing control of herself, twisted her head round to face her tutor and tormentor. ‘Stop! Please stop!’ she begged him. ‘I can’t do what you want. I can’t bear it any longer, please!’
‘It’s nearly over,’ he murmured, ‘and you’re doing very well. Just two more minutes and this will be turned off.’
She knew that at any moment a huge climax was going to crash over her, but also knew that if it did she would lose control of her bladder which was sending screaming signals of a delicious dark pain that was beginning to seem more like pleasure to her overwhelmed body, and so she fought against it for the final two minutes.
She tried everything she’d learned so far. She slowed her breathing, she attempted to think of other things, but it was hard and just as her body’s contractions eased a fraction the baron leant down and swirled his tongue in the cleft at the base of her spine where her buttocks began. He used the very tip and let its moistness tantalise the very nerve endings that were most in danger of betraying her.
Cassandra, who knew the sensation very well, felt her own stomach muscles contract and her breasts swelled with dark excitement at what would happen now.
What happened was exactly what the baron had known would happen. The English girl’s body arched up into the air, Cassandra pressed it down against the cushion, the vibrator continued its remorseless arousal and with an ear-splitting scream Nicola’s long awaited orgasm burst through her and as every muscle went in paroxysms of release her bladder gave up the struggle and she felt the hot wetness flooding from between her thighs so that even as she screamed with pleasure she began to sob with humiliation.
‘What a shame,’ said the baron quietly when she was finally still. ‘You so nearly managed it. Never mind, let’s get you over onto the reclining chair and then Rupert can have his turn at last.’
As he helped Nicola from the couch, the baron put an arm round her and turned her to face him, his eyes holding hers. ‘Tell me the truth,’ he said quietly. ‘Did any of that give you pleasure?’
Nicola opened her mouth to say no, to tell him that she’d only felt humiliated and used, but she knew that she would be lying and that the baron would know it too. If she was to find a place for herself here, to remain with him as she so desperately wanted, then she realised that it would always be better to tell him the truth.
‘Yes,’ she murmured.
‘Which part?’
She remembered the myriad sensations that had coursed through her body; the strange, painful pressure of a body swollen by need and the incredible shattering moment of relief when she’d finally allowed her orgasm to sweep through her. ‘By the time it was over, I’d come to like most of it,’ she murmured, ashamed to realise that this was the truth.
‘All?’
‘Yes, because in losing control, in letting my body take over, I was giving myself to you,’ she whispered.
The remark was calculated to flatter him, to show him that she enjoyed it when he took total control of her, but inside the baron’s brain a warning light flashed. He liked women who enjoyed the same things as he did for their own sake; women whose appetites and desires matched his and were not simply a reflection of what they thought he’d like them to do. Also, Nicola didn’t seem to be holding anything back. She was giving him great pleasure, but he was suddenly afraid that he would get to know her too easily. He wanted more resistance, more of a challenge than she had offered so far, but he smiled at her as though she’d pleased him and comforted himself with the thought that she still had a long way to go.
The couch was made up of three separate sections, all of them adjustable. When Nicola climbed onto it, it was level, but after Rupert positioned her carefully on all fours with her hands on the top section of the chair that section was lowered until her hands slid down to the padded end, which acted as a barrier to prevent her from falling off.
Her breasts were now hanging down, her body curved from the waist and he could position himself behind her with easy access to her tight rear opening, where she was about to lose what the baron had teasingly called her second virginity.
Giovanni, who had finished making love to Françoise, was already hardening again at the sight of the young girl crouched so uneasily on the strange leather covered chair. He sat on the floor beneath her head and reached up for her breasts. Forgetting what Cassandra had taught him that afternoon he began to knead them enthusiastically, but Nicola didn’t mind that his touch was less than subtle. She was beginning to enjoy hands that were hard on her body and her highly sensitive nipples hardened immediately.
Behind her, Rupert was getting himself ready. After a short delay he dipped two fingers into a jar of lubricating jelly that contained a trace of aphrodisiac properties and then inserted them into the puckered opening.
Nicola’s hips shook a little but she kept her body in place as he spread the jelly just inside the opening. At first it was merely cool, but then she felt a peculiar warm sensation spreading and suddenly she longed for him to enter her, to plunge inside her and spread the delicious sensation deeper into her back passage.
Rupert was in no hurry though. Now he used three fingers to insert more of the lubricant, and three fingers caused her to catch her breath and make a tiny sound of protest. The baron, who was standing behind Cassandra watching her face from the opposite side of the room, put his arms around his mistress and very lightly teased the undersides of her creamy globes that were already full and heavy.
Rupert moved his fingers around, spreading the lotion everywhere until Nicola felt as though she was on fire and now her hips were rotating furiously as she tried to assuage the sensation that had become too intense. Rupert grasped her hips to keep them still, let the head of his protected erection press against the entrance for a few seconds while Nicola gasped and groaned at the fire that was raging inside her and then he pressed himself hard against the opening and thrust in savagely.
Despite the anal expander and the extension on the vibrator a little earlier, Rupert’s long, thick penis filled Nicola as she’d never been filled before and she started to protest, her muscles pressing against him in a desperate attempt to force him out.
Giovanni, his eyes huge with excitement, tugged on her nipples and then pinched the tips sharply. Red-hot tongues of fire now shot through her breasts as well and she heard herself start to whimper.
It was Françoise, realising that her husband was going to make the most of this moment, who decided that Nicola needed help if it was to prove pleasurable for her too. She took a small solitary love ball off the trolley and reaching beneath the whimpering girl pressed it into her front opening.
In the position she was in, this proved easy to accomplish, and once inside the vaginal walls, that were contracting as a result of Rupert’s harsh thrusts, the love ball was activated and began to vibrate. These vibrations travelled along the by now over-stimulated nerves that led to her clitoris and as Rupert continued to plunder her from behind, Nicola felt a glorious swelling sensation between her thighs and her clitoris stood out from its fleshy hood.
Cassandra could hardly breathe as she watched Nicola struggling to cope with Rupert’s technique. He was lunging more fiercely than she ever remembered seeing him before, and it crossed her mind that as yet the girl was nothing to him except a novelty; a toy to be used and then discarded.
The baron’s hands slid down her stomach and she caught her breath as he teased the flesh down the sides of her body, making circles over her hip bones and pressing his erection against her buttocks as she leant heavily against him.
Nicola’s eyes were wide and frantic now as Rupert continued on his own journey to pleasure. She felt as though she was being forced to take pleasure when her body could no longer manage it, and despite the warm darts of excitement mounting steadily deep within her, she still wished that he would finish and leave her alone to recover from the evening.
Françoise, who was watching carefully, saw Rupert’s top lip draw back from his teeth and knew that he was very near. Once more she reached beneath the girl, who was now uttering a despairing keening sound that was half pleasure and half pain. She drew a small black swan’s feather lightly round the swollen clitoris, and allowed it to continue to play on the girl even when her climax approached. At the moment that Rupert finally lost control and groaned with pleasure Françoise let the feather flutter directly over the top of the little nub so that Nicola’s hips slammed back against Rupert as she was jolted into yet another tearing orgasm that seemed to go on for ever until finally she slumped exhausted onto the chair as Rupert slipped out of her and Giovanni was forced to release her blood engorged nipples.
The baron clapped slowly from the far side of the room. ‘An excellent display from everyone. Cassandra and I will retire now. Françoise, perhaps you could fetch the maids and they can clear up and assist Nicola to bed.’
And so it was that poor Nicola, shattered, abused and yet now secretly lost to the demands of the dark pleasures she’d been shown that evening, had to endure the final humiliation of Sophie and Monique cleaning her up, taking her to her room and putting her to bed.
Her only consolation was the thought that Cassandra had mentioned some kind of ordeal for both of them the following day, an ordeal Nicola would take pleasure in watching.