Callum tries to explain himself, but the Synod are not yet satisfied

The expectant silence that settled over the room pressed down on Callum like a suffocating weight. He could feel the gazes of the tall, imperious Alfonians drifting over his exposed body, their perfect, feminine faces unreadable as they surveyed him like a trussed-up prize presented for their appraisal. His own, wide eyes flickered from one imposing woman to the other, looming over him like a pantheon of goddesses as they sat on their thrones. His heart pounding, the trembling, naked boy couldn't decide whether to fall to his knees in abject surrender, or turn and run no matter the leash still fastened firmly around his tender balls. Esme's familiar figure standing just behind him was a comfort, but he knew he couldn't turn and throw himself into her warm embrace like he so desperately wanted to. As she'd explained earlier, the Synod was expecting more from him...but the thought of what they might want to do had the words still caught in his throat.

{Speak, human.} A cold voice thundered through his mind. Despite the psychic nature of the command, he could somehow tell who had sent it into his head. Just to the left, an Alfonian with long white-blonde hair, her haunting purple eyes narrowed as she glared down at him. He shrank back from that fearsome stare, which reminded him all too much of the hateful glares of his stepmother when she was most angry at him. Callum glanced back fearfully, his anxious gaze flickering over Esme. While she couldn't offer the words of warm reassurance she so dearly wanted to, the redhead alfonian had to content herself with merely nodding her head, hoping her silent and comforting stare would give him the courage to speak. Swallowing hard, the naked boy straightened, forcing the words from his throat.

"I...was brought here from a planet called Earth..." He began, his high-pitched voice trembling in the cool air of the large chamber.

{We know that, silly. That's where all you humans come from.} A second voice chortled, this one coming from a smirking Alfonian sitting to his right, a black-haired, slender woman dressed in a sheer pink gown that looked almost see-through. Callum felt his cheeks flush with shame. Silly...of course they knew where he was from! The first thing he'd said and he was already making an idiot of himself! Behind him, Esme let out a soft breath, seeing the flicker of interest pass across the Synod's members at the sight of his freckled cheeks glowing that cute shade of pink. No wonder, with how adorable the boy looked when he was blushing like this, especially naked as he so obviously should be kept.

"Um...sorry." Callum stammered, his hands fluttering by his sides. Despite his anxiousness, he felt his dick strain against the confines of the pink chastity cage, a little shiver of shameful desire running down his spine. Spotting it, Esme resisted the urge to grin. Having his naked self judged and humiliated by a group of imperious and stunning women was having the expected effect on the submissive boy. The Synod would approve of that, and she certainly did. "Well back there...I was...um, a student before. I was studying astronomy, but Phaedra um...took me here instead."

{Astronomy?} Another alfonian spoke into his head. She was slightly shorter than the others, and wore a fitted coat over her curvy body that reminded him of a lab-coat. Though it was rather tighter on her chest, and her long legs were left bare beneath the hem in what would be a violation of safety standards in any laboratory back on Earth. {I wasn't aware the humans had any capacity to study the stars beyond their home system.}

"We use telescopes...and satellites." Callum explained quickly. "And we've...managed to reach our moon with manned missions using rockets as well."

{How delightfully primitive.} A thin smirk flickered across the labcoat-wearing alfonian's face. {No wonder you make for such amusing test subjects.} The boy shivered, his mind already imagining just what sort of tests she might decide to perform on a helpless human male like him.

{Enough, we are not here to discuss the developments of human science or culture.} This came from the woman sitting directly ahead of him. Callum noticed suddenly that her throne stood a little higher than the others. She wore a thin band of glowing white metal across her forehead, set with a few of those sparkling pink crystals he'd learned were something to do with how the alfonians controlled things psychically. {Phaedra is one of my finest operatives and a trusted Executrix, her work has always been of an exemplary quality no matter the subject.} She continued, her arms resting on the side of her throne as she leaned forward to peer down at him with a cool stare that felt like it was seeing right into his trembling heart. {It was my understanding, in the brief she submitted to this council at least, that she was intending to continue studying Earth and your people's burgeoning psionic potential for another few decades at least, intending to bring us back valuable data on the evolution of your species. And she never displayed any desire to abduct one of her subjects back to Alfo Prime before this. So, my question is, why you? Why interrupt her important work for the sake of one human boy?}

"I...don't know." Callum answered. Behind him, Esme winced slightly. She knew the High Executrix wouldn't be satisfied with that answer, and sure enough the imposing alfonian's full lips curled into a thin frown.

{Surely you have some idea what made her abandon her mission just to bring you all the way back here. Speak.} She ordered, her psychic voice echoing through Callum's mind like the ringing of a thunderous bell. There was a different feel to even her mental voice touch than Phaedra or Esme. It felt...so much more imposing. Somehow he knew that meant this woman was much more powerful than either of them. Her psychic abilities could swat him like a fly, or toy with him in every way imaginable, and likely some he couldn't even think of!

"I...really don't." Callum shook his head. He found himself continuing, the words drawn from his lips by her cool, expectant stare. "I'm not anyone special, I'm not smart or strong or anything like that, and no-one back home really cared about me much." His hands fluttered nervously in front of him, his voice trembling but growing a little stronger as he continued. "Phaedra...she's amazing, and so is Esme! They're kind and beautiful and amazing, and they treat me so well." Behind him, the redhead alfonian felt her heart ache at the sweet certainty in the boy's voice. "I have no idea why Phaedra chose to take me away and bring me here...but I'm really glad she did!"

There was silence for a few long moments, the faces of the alfonian Synod members giving nothing away as they stared coolly down at the naked human boy presented before them. Her hand trembling slightly as she held the leash that bound her to Callum's caged dick, Esme could feel the hum of private psychic communication reverberating through the air as these powerful women discussed what they'd just heard between each other. Even she couldn't tell whether they were pleased or not, so all she could do was stand behind the naked boy, holding his leash firmly around her wrist and silently willing that her darling human be kept safe even here, where she was at her most powerless.

{I see.} The High Executrix said at last. {I begin to understand why Phaedra chose to keep you. Perhaps she possesses more bleeding heart sympathies than I suspected, though one would not need to feel overly enamored towards human males to still desire so charming a specimen of their kind.} Her hands resting on the sides of her throne, the powerful alfonian leaned forward, her violet eyes moving over Callum's naked flesh with obvious appreciation. The boy felt himself blush even hotter, fighting the urge to hurriedly cover up his caged dick as this gorgeous, imposing woman leered at him. Little did he know, though Esme certainly did, that his helpless squirms and shivers were only inflaming the desires of the dominant alfonian females to toy with him even further. {And what are your thoughts, Esmeralda?} The High Executrix's cool gaze settled on the redhead. {I can see you have had some experience with this human, both alongside Phaedra and by yourself.} The slightest curl of her full lips hinted at what sort of experience she meant, and Esme felt her own cheeks flush faintly, a little embarassed at how easily the powerful alfonian had plucked those experiences from her mind. {And you are something of an expert on his kind. Is he indeed nothing special as he claims?}

{No.} Esme shook her head quickly, projecting her voice so that it seemed to echo through the room with conviction. {Callum is...unlike any other human male I've met. He's gentle, and sweet and ever so eager to please, but he has a strength to him too. Even being brought so far from his home, he has shown me courage and kindness, and his obedience to Phaedra cannot be questioned. In my opinion, he is exactly the sort of human that would thrive being kept safe with us here on Alfo Prime, and as such this is where he clearly belongs.} Hearing the redhead's sweet voice echo through his mind, Callum felt rather dizzy. All those nice things she was saying about him...it was just to impress the Synod, right? There was no way she thought he was that amazing.

{I see.} The High Executrix leaned back into her throne. Callum felt his mouth go dry as the imposing woman slowly crossed one of her long, toned legs over the other one, only the ghost of a smile that flickered through her eyes hinting to Esme that she'd desired just that reaction. {With such a glowing appraisal from an expert on humans, so far I can see no problem with allowing Phaedra to keep her new pet.}

{The boy must still be evaluated properly.} The stern, white-haired alfonian snapped, though even in her mental voice there was a certain unmistakable eagerness. {We must judge whether he is suitable to be allowed to remain with his new mistress, or whether he must be contained more securely elsewhere.} Callum gasped out, his stomach clenching at the realization that these women might decide he had to be taken away from Phaedra and Esme. Even if he'd worried that might be a consequence of him failing whatever tests they were going to put him through, hearing it so clearly filled him with terror. Esme reacted quickly to his obvious distress, projecting a gentle, psychic caress onto his trembling back, the ghost of her touch just enough to soothe him while not making her intervention too obvious to the Synod.

{Indeed.} Another speaker put in, her psychic voice humming with unmistakable eagerness that sent a hot shiver down Callum's spine and shaking him out of that moment of panic. Just what sort of tests were these going to be? Would they treat him like Phaedra had, using a strapon to stuff his poor, sensitive butt until he could barely even think through the pleasure? Or would they stroke and spank him like Esme had? His mind raced, filled with all sorts of lewd ideas that made his skin tingle with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. {Who should have the honors first?}

{I will.} The High Executrix raised her hand, the psychite crystals draped over her curvy body glowing with a warm inner light as she marshalled her formidable mental powers. Even Esme felt a shift in the room, the air seeming to hum with the sort of psychic energy that few alfonians could ever dream of mustering. Callum shuddered as he felt his skin start to tingle with a strange, fluttering heat, his belly churning and a hot, uncomfortable twitching in his caged dick as it struggled to harden under the cool, inscrutable gazes of this room full of powerful women.

He felt tendrils of psychic power wind there way around his naked body, snaring his limbs under their invisible grip and settling around his chest until he was wrapped in what felt like a web of thin ropes covering almost every inch of his trembling flesh This wasn't like Phaedra, the firm but protective grasp her mental powers had always seemed to take on him, or Esme's gentle, delicate tough. The energy of the crowned alfonian seemed to throb and hum with strength, squeezing his slender body as if she were a giant holding him helpless in her palm. Feeling a firm tug on his leash, Esme let it drop from her hand, a sharp pang of worry in her heart as she reluctantly conveyed the delicate boy into the hands of the Synod, who she suddenly had no doubt were about to test him to his limits. The thought made her nervous for him, but despite that she still felt a certain tingling delight between her legs, knowing that soon poor Callum would be squealing and writhing with helpless delight at the hands of these powerful women.

The shivering boy was lifted into the air, the High Executrix showing no exertion as she effortlessly pulled him up off his feet, drawing his hovering body forward until he was presented right in front of her. The tendrils pulled tight, spreading out his arms and legs until he was spread-eagle, utterly exposed in a way that made him feel even more than naked. The crowned alfonian's full, glistening lips curled into a thin smile, her simmering gaze drifting over every inch of his naked flesh, drinking in his adorable, slender beauty as she prepared to enjoy herself. A shiver of anticipation ran through the assembled Council members, lustful looks on their beautiful, aristocratic faces as they awaited what delights the famously dominant High Executrix would exert on this pliable, adorable human boy.