The ChateauInnocenceby Vixxen
Knowing how the evening's adventures had on Nicola, the baron escorted both women back to their rooms. At Nicola's door he stopped and reaches out to stroke her and pinch her nipple. A slightly dazed Nicola, heavy-headed from the wine and acutely aware of her tender left breast and the strange sensations that engulfed her as she watched the baron punish Cassandra, didn't even realize what was happening until she felt air across her stomach and thighs as Cassandra slid her dress up and off for the baron.
The baron watched her impassively as they entered the room. She glanced at him from beneath lowered lashed in what he assumed must be an unintentionally provocative manner and crossed her arms awkwardly over her bare breasts. Cassandra promptly drew the girl's arms away, down to her sides again. "The baron likes to look," she explained. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, your breasts are lovely."
"Your father's instructions were clear. I am expected to teach you how to fulfil yourself sexually and this is only the beginning," said the baron shortly. "You, if you remember, are expected to obey me. Now, let me see just how much you liked our little exercise."
He placed a hand between her thighs, and encountered a telltale damp patch on the white cotton panties. "Quite a bit, it seems. Now spread your legs a little wider. Cassandra, fetch the pelvic pillows."
These ribbed, inflated cushions were on the chaise lounge, and Cassandra slid one beneath Nicola's lower back and the second underneath her bottom. It was a simple matter then for Cassandra to slip Nicola's panties off her, despite the girl's pleas for them to be left on.
"Do be quiet," said the baron, irritated by this. "You know perfectly well you have no choice in this." He tweaked her right nipple as he spoke and to Nicola's astonishment it sprang instantly erect.
From his trouser pocket the baron drew a tiny silver chain with a miniature handcuff charm on each end. He slipped the adjustable loops of the charms over each dark nipple, securing them tightly against the areola. Nicola felt the instant pressure and as her nipples swelled the baron licked each of the hard, pointed ends and eaves of pleasure swept through her.
"There, it looks enchanting and increases your sensitivity," said the baron with satisfaction. "You will wear it beneath your nightgown tonight. Do not remove it yourself at any time. Cassandra will attend to it in the morning." Nicola shivered at the change, and felt her nipples grow more erect with the coolness. The silver chain moved slightly and a mortified Nicola thought of removing it, but the baron's warning sounded in her ears and she thought better of it.
When she was finally alone she pulled on a fine cotton nightdress and climbed swiftly into bed again. It was only when she turned on her side to sleep that she realized that every movement she made during the night would cause the silver chain to move and stimulate her nipples. Helplessly she wondered how much rest she would get.
It turned out to be very little, and when she did sleep she dreamt of the baron doing strange, unspeakable things to her.
At the same time that Cassandra sat at her armoire reading a note from the baron, Nicola was finally waking from her disturbed night's sleep. She stretched beneath bedcovers, and at once feel 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 reveling 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 late, so that she could report this act of defiance to the baron, but another part of her realized 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.
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 what 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 flushes. "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 areola 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 is this Peter anyway?" Nicola asked.
"He's really the baron's personal servant and can turn his hand to most things. 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 Peter 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 are to use the outside pool together. It a beautiful pool, and a real suntrap 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. Deiter 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 around 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 unpracticed 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 dry lips.
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 soaps 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 cradles 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 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 mewling sounds of delight and her hips started to twist. Immediately Cassandra turned off the spray.
"There, the soap's all 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 are told. I can tell you from personal experience that it is not the way to please the baron." "He wants you in a suitable costume until her returns this afternoon."
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 in 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 woman's sex lips and buttocks apart.
"No!" gasped Nicola. "I can't wear this. It hurts, its 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, Cassandra, Peter and Nicola went through a side door and along a flagstone 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. Nicola glanced towards it. "That's really lovely," she commented.
Cassandra was wearing a minute cerise bikini and when Nicola turned to look, she was 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 own 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 flesh more than enough to cope with.
When he'd anointed both women, Peter took off his shorts to reveal a pair of miniscule 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."
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," said Peter as he set off in a powerful crawl.
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 as facing him, and when her 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 pleasures.
Despite the water and the lovely surroundings Nicola 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 balanced on him. 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 poolside, 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 realized 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 the maid 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 pool, and then decided to see if they'd taken refuge 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 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 gently, 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 her 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 assuaged. 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.
"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 later, and I don't believe that you are quite ready yet."
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.
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