Free Alleyn, Fredrica by Cassandra's Chateau

'Something seems to have put you in the mood already. Could it be young Nicola, I wonder?' He gestured towards the monitor and then when he saw Peter's expression, turned for another look himself.
    Nicola was running her hands tentatively over her ribcage and stomach, letting her fingers wander slowly over her flesh and he could see that her breasts were definitely firmer than before, the dark nipples swelling even as he watched her.
    Cassandra and Monique watched too. Monique had never seen anyone on the monitor before and found herself trembling with a strange excitement. It was the fact that Nicola didn't know she was being watched that made it so erotic. After a few minutes Nicola's hands strayed towards the undersides of her breasts, but then suddenly stopped and after a slight pause she rolled onto her side, facing one of the cameras, cushioning her cheek in her right hand and letting the left rest at her side again as she closed her eyes.
    All four people in Cassandra's bedroom let out an audible sigh of disappointment and the baron's face was dark with thwarted pleasure. 'Fetch the extender,' he snapped at Cassandra. Monique tried unsuccessfully to stifle a whimper of fear as her mistress moved to the cupboard, but Peter looked delighted.
    The baron seated himself on the side of the bed and placed the bolster across his thighs, then motioned for Monique to lie across it face down so that her head hung to the floor on one side of him while the tips of her toes just kept contact with the carpet on the other.
    Her body trembled as the baron absent-mindedly squeezed her buttocks, while Peter pulled on the strapless penis extender handed to him by Cassandra. It was at least six inches long and a secure fit was ensured by pumping briefly on the attached air bulb. Once it was in place, Monique knew that Peter could keep going for as long as the baron ordered.
    'I think a little lubrication will be required,' he said as he attempted to insert a finger into Monique's tightly clenched anus. Within seconds Cassandra had handed him a tube of lubricating jelly complete with a long, thin screw-on plastic nozzle for application.
    It was this that was first eased into the protesting maid's back passage. She automatically tightened her rectum against the invader but only succeeded in drawing the nozzle in. Once it was in place the baron squeezed the tube and a cool jelly-like substance was forced around Monique's rectal walls. She moaned in protest and Cassandra bent down to play with her breasts to distract her.
    She rolled the nipples between her fingers and then extended them until the very tips began to draw inwards. This made Monique's breasts ache while her stomach churned as the jelly irritated her sensitive inner tissue.
    The baron ignored Monique's muted protests. He withdrew the tube, parted the shaking buttocks and ordered her to push down. When she obeyed her rear entrance opened a little and Peter let the tip of his penis extender press against this opening. The tip was thick and Monique trembled even more violently.
    'Please, do not do this!' she whimpered.
    'You asked to be punished,' the baron reminded her. 'Could it be that working here is no longer to your liking?'
    As he'd expected her protests stopped immediately. Slowly Peter circled his hips, carefully opening her a little more as he eased his way in, but then the jelly covered the head and he found himself sliding in more rapidly than he'd intended until a frantic cry from the prostrate maid stopped him.
    'That will do,' said the baron. 'Now move back and forth briskly.' Peter obeyed.
    Cassandra sat on the floor, her face on a level with Monique's and continued playing with her breasts, watching the maid's eyes growing wide with the strange red-hot pain that she knew from experience would finally turn to addictive pleasure.
    However, the baron delayed this moment. Whenever her body began to tense with rising sensations of pleasure, every time her leg muscles