Presents her ass for licking

Callum whimpered softly. The bonds around his wrists and ankles had deactivated. Although the cuffs were still there, the psychic bonds were gone. He was now spread-eagled. His hairless groin was confined by the pink cage, and he stared, heart pounding, at the High Executrix before him. Her violet eyes seemed to bore holes in him as she gazed into him.

{You are a scrumptious little thing, aren't you?} she said, pulling him closer to her with her psychic powers. {And so ****. Why, I could rip you in half if I so desired.}
Callum trembled.
{Oh! You silly boy. I'm not going to do that. Gods, you look so afraid. Your fear is nearly as delicious as your body. I intend to taste both. Tell me, Callum...}
There was a short moment of silence. The Executrix stared into his face, and he squirmed and wriggled in mid-air, wondering what she would ask.
{Tell me, how do you truly feel about Phaedra? I can feel your little heart quicken its beat when I say her name. I can even see that little cock straining against the cage. You love her, don't you, Callum? You really love her. You barely know her at all, but every inch of you aches for her. You want to taste her pussy. You want her to suck you. Claim your prostate with a neuro-stimulator. And then... Oh, you haven't been inside of her yet, have you, you poor little thing?}
Callum could somehow sense that the last sentence was spoken publicly. It had a sort of echo to it, an openness, that made it obvious that the whole room could hear it. And from all around him, Callum could hear high, cold laughter. Echoing, tittering, like a hundred tinkling bells tumbling on the floor. He shivered, his cheeks burning with shame.
{Well! I think that's enough talk. I can't get that little cage off of you, but I won't be using your dick tonight.}
The High Executrix nodded her head. Callum flipped in the air and streaked toward the ground. He yelped, thinking he was about to collide face-first with the hard, white floor, but he stopped just short. He was slowly lowered to the ground, until he was lying, prone.
{Come to me, human. Crawl.} said the High Executrix in a cold voice.
Callum rose to his hands and knees, a little shaky, and began crawling up the steps to the High Executrix. She was wearing a toga like the one Phaedra wore, but where Phaedra's was white, the High Executrix's was purple. Her hair was waist-length and silver. She stared down at him with violet eyes, smiling cruelly as he slowly, laboriously, crawled up the steps. When he reached the throne, he noticed that she was barefoot.
{Lick my feet.}
Callum obeyed, tracing his tongue along her smooth, white feet. He licked them up and down, noticing a faint floral aroma to them. She must have used some kind of soap or perfume scented like that. He licked and kissed her feet, eager and **** to please this woman who would decide his fate.
{Hmph. Is that the best you can do? Suck my toes, you little minx.}
He complied, taking her big toe into his mouth and sucking it greedily, slurping.
{Look up at me.}
He obeyed her again. Callum took a moment to admire the High Executrix. Her eyes were violet and her hair was long and silver. She was built very similarly to Phaedra. They could almost be related. She had Phaedra's huge breasts and tiny waist, and Phaedra's wide hips. Callum imagined she must have a big, soft bum behind those hips. The High Executrix smiled down at him, hearing his thoughts.
{Oh? You think I look like Phaedra? We could be related? It's almost as if she's my daughter, isn't it?}
Callum continued sucking her toes. He was down on all fours, his pink, hairless butt sticking up in the air, and staring up at her with his big, blue eyes. Her face looked an awful lot like Phaedra's face, too. As if... As if...
{You're quite right} purred the High Executrix, {She is my daughter. And you can call me Pasiphaë. That's miss Pasiphaë to you, young man.}
Callum licked her feet. He ran his tongue over the top of her exquisite feet, up to her ankles, lapping and slobbering on them. She giggled at him as he gave excessive attention to her feet.
{You poor thing. I'm looking into you memories now. My, Phaedra knows you well, doesn't she? She's already worked your prostate in a number of ways. She knows how to make you squeal and squirm your little butt around. Oh, yes. I'm going to do that to you, too, Callum. I'm going to claim your little hole and play with your balls. I see you blushing. I see the heat in your body. I see your little bottom quivering. I'm going to fuck you until you squeal and cry and cum on yourself. You're my little slut, Callum... Oh, gods! Did Esmeralda make you lick her feet, too? Oh, but she's a little pervert. A little pervert, I say. It's quite unfortunate that you and Phaedra are the only ones she fucks. I'd penetrate her if she'd allow it. Perhaps I can find a way to do that before we're done here.}
Callum looked up at Pasiphaë. She looked so tall, so cruel and powerful, towering over him and leering. But behind the aristocratic mien and sense of lofty detachment, there was something else. Her pupils were just a hair too large. Her cheeks had the subtlest ghost of a blush. She was thirsting. For him.

{Enough. It's time to test you.} she said. Callum felt a wave of psychic energy wash over him, so powerful it was as if gravity were shifting wildly as it passed through his body. He felt a strange tug on his limbs, felt his bowels shake and gooseflesh rise over his body. The cuffs on his wrists glowed brightly. Suddenly, his hands bound behind his back. He still had the leash around his balls.
{Up.} Said Pasiphaë, tugging his leash. Callum yelped, feeling the pull on his balls. Then she spoke loudly, projecting to the rest of the room, {Witness! We're going to see what this human can do with his mouth and face. You may all watch, but you will not touch him with hand or mind until I have ravished him.}

Callum rose unsteadily to his feet. He felt a little panicky, as he couldn't catch himself with his hands tied behind his back. His whole body trembled. He thought of all the powerful, feminine Alfonians, felt their eyes on his soft bum. And, indeed, they were all watching him closely, with hungry eyes. Not least of all Esme, who licked her lips while seeing him about to be used by the powerful High Executrix. Part of her felt sad and frightened, wanting nothing more than to dash across the room, seize Callum into her arms, and comfort him. But another part of her was glowing with heat. Watching Callum's small, quivering body before the mighty High Executrix was just too sweet a sight. She had to consciously restrain herself, holding back the urge to touch her pussy through the fabric of her suit.

The High Executrix stood up and turned around. She face the back of her throne, so her buttocks were right in front of Callum's face. Pasiphaë leaned forward, pulling up her toga to reveal her enormous butt. She was now bent over her throne, thrusting her posterior out and right in front of Callum's face. Callum bit his lip. Pasiphaë's ass was so huge! Phaedra was built similarly to her mother, but a bit more top-heavy. Pasiphaë was a shade smaller in the chest, but her rump was a sight to behold. Big, round, and firm. It looked as if she were smuggling a pair of watermelons under her toga.
{Lick me, Callum} she moaned, her psychic voice suddenly hoarse, {Show all of these women what you can do. You're thrilled, are you not? You're excited to finally be the object of sexual attention, are you not? You don't want to disappoint us, do you? Mark my words, Callum, I see to the core of you. I see who and what you are. I know, deep down inside, what you want, and what you're missing. More than anything, you want to feel desired by a woman, don't you, Callum? You've been ignored. Belittled. Mocked. Dismissed. In a word, rejected. Well, my sweet boy, now's your chance. You're surrounded by a ring of women who want nothing more than to ride you until you're mush. Time to shine, Callum. Lick me. You know where.}
Callum shivered. For a moment, a rush of vivid memories flooded into his mind. The time he'd tried to kiss a girl and middle school and she slapped him. The times when girls had asked him out on a date as a joke. The time when his stepmother had told him nobody would ever want him. The times when other guys had tried to get favor from girls by bullying him in front of her. The thought of walking past groups of pretty girls with his head hanging, listening to them talking and giggling, smelling their perfume and not daring to speak with one, hurrying past lest they notice him.
{Come now, you sweet, shy boy} Said Pasiphaë. Her voice was suddenly a faint, sultry whisper, tickling his mind the way a whisper would tickle his ears. {I know you're eager to please. It... has been a long time for me, Callum. I think you ought to fix that} The request was ironic. She wasn't asking. Or ****. But, upon hearing her voice in his mind, Callum moaned as if he were being fucked. He couldn't get hard through the cage, so all he did was moan, his legs trembling. Callum stared at her surprisingly small, pink asshole. Unlike the other Alfonians, she shaved her pussy, leaving only a thin landing strip. He could smell her nether regions. It was intoxicating.

He leaned forward.

Pasiphaë smirked at him over her shoulder. She reached back with one hand and pulled her butt open to give him access. Callum leaned in, hesitated for a brief moment, and then buried his face in her ass. He savored the sickly-sweet taste of the High Executrix's asshole, lapping wetly at his with his tongue. He moved his head up and down, keeping his tongue flat. Pasiphaë moaned, a blush rising to her face as she felt Callum's hot, moist tongue sliding over her hole.
{Mmm, oh, gods, Callum! I can tell that Phaedra and Esme have been using you thoroughly. They've got you housebroken. I... oh... Fuck, that feels good! They taught you how to be a good little slut, didn't they?}
"Mmm-hmm," said Callum, not daring to speak lest the High Executrix punish him for stopping. Without his hands, he couldn't get very deep in her ass. Her enormous, round buttocks were in the way.
{Oh, yes. They've taught you to use that little tongue well. Only Phaedra's personal whore would be this good. They pass you around like rag, don't they? You eager little minx!}
Pasiphaë leaned forward and spread her ass with both hands. Her eyes fluttered and her breath hitched as Callum pointed his tongue, poking her hole and slowly working it inside of her ass.
{Unh! Deeper, you juicy little thing! Deeper!}
Pasiphaë let go of her ass long enough to pull her toga off over her head, and then bent over again. Callum continued, hands bound, furiously lapping at her anus as she touched herself. Pasiphaë began breathing heavily, gasping, and then finally moaned out loud with her voice.
"Oh... Oh... Ahhh!" she howled, pushing her hips back and humping Callum's face. She squirted on her throne, grunting and gasping.

The rest of the assembled Alfonians stood, dumbstruck. It took **** sexual pleasure to make an Alfonian moan out loud. Clearly, whatever the boy was doing with his tongue was nothing short of downright magic. They all glanced at one another, wondering.

Esme watched, frowning. How was Callum this good? He wasn't that experienced, for all that she and Phae had taught him. Could he perhaps have some other ability? Could it be... Esme's eyes widened. Of course! It was his latent psychic potential. His affective psychic bonds with the Alfonians who fucked him allowed him to activate their pleasure centers and instinctively know what they wanted. He was a little psychic Casanova!

Unfortunately, Esmeralda wasn't careful enough to hide her thoughts from the High Executrix. Pasiphaë stood up, having ridden her orgasm to its conclusion, and turned around. She looked down at Callum, smiling cruelly, and then made eye contact with Esmeralda.
{Why, Esme!} she said, {What a stunning deduction? Could it be that you're correct? I think you must be. This boy is a psychic sex god. Our very own little Cupid. I think that, perhaps, I might keep him}
Esme gasped.
{_Your Eminence, no!} _she cried, {Please! I'll do whatever I have to do, but you mustn't take Callum away from us!}
The High Executrix regarded Esme coolly for a moment. Callum had stood back up and was staring at Esme with wide, moist eyes. Hands bound behind him, he was shivering slightly, listening to the argument. What if this horrible woman took him away from Phaedra and Esme?
{Perhaps we can come to an arrangement, then} said Pasiphaë. Callum swallowed nervously.
{What arrangement?} asked Esmeralda.
{You want to keep the boy? Perhaps you can. You know, I've always wanted to fuck you, Esme}
The High Executrix's words rang out ominously. Esme took a deep breath, her legs shaking very slightly.
{Y-yes?} she stammered.
{Yes indeed,} said Pasiphaë, {So let's make a deal. You must join the boy in the examination. In addition to examining him, we'll have free reign to enjoy you as well. And you and the boy shall... perform for us, in addition to this}
Without hesitating for a single moment, Esmeralda nodded and said, {I'll do it}.

Callum's heart leapt. He could stay! Didn't that mean that he would be able to stay with Esme and Phaedra? Then his heart began to sink. Oh, but the evil woman had said "maybe" after all. Was this just another part of the cruel trick? And what would they do to Esme? His little dick strained against the cage and his cheeks began to glow with the thought. What would they do to Esme? And what would he and Esme do to one another, perhaps on the floor, while everyone watched? He shivered, sucked in a quavering breath. Oh, what would it be like?

Esmeralda yelped out loud as the High Executrix effortlessly plucked her off the floor. Her clothed were peeled smoothly off her body the way she'd peel a sock off of her foot. She hurtled through the air and stopped just short of the Executrix and Callum, who looked up at her worryingly.
"Esme!" he squeaked, "Esme, are you okay!?"
{_Hush, Callum} _she said, with all the courage she could muster, {Everything will be fine. We'll get through this}

Pasiphaë threw her head back and cackled ominously.
{Oh, you'll get through it, all right!} she said, {Now, Callum, walk down to the center of the room. The other Executrices are waiting for you. Let me grant you their names}
In an indescribable way, without words, Callum simply knew the names of some the other Alfonians. The ones who had spoken to him previously were the ones who would be fucking him.

The woman with the white-blonde hair and purple eyes, the one who terrified him and reminded him of his stepmother: Nemesis

The slender, sultry, seductive woman, the black-haired one with tan skin and the sheer pink gown: Eris

The short, curvy one with the lab coat, the one who undoubtedly could devise all sorts of fiendish tests for him: Minerva

Callum gulped and then dutifully walked down the steps. Esme, for her part, turned to watch him go. She could control her legs somewhat, but her hands were tightly bound behind her by the High Executrix's indomitable psychic power. Esme felt a flutter in her heart, hoping that Nemesis, Eris, and Minerva wouldn't be too rough on the poor boy. Hopefully, he'd make it through alright.
{Don't worry about him, Esme} said Pasiphaë. She walked up behind Esmeralda and wrapped her arms around the shorter Alfonian, her chin resting on top of Esme's head. Her hands gently roamed up and down Esme's pale skin, making her belly tremble and raising gooseflesh on the redhead's arms.
{Just relax, Esmeralda} said Pasiphaë, {I'm going to introduce you to some pleasures you've never known} Pasiphaë could sense that Esmeralda had never been anally penetrated. The High Executrix's hands slid up Esme's smooth body and rested on her pert breasts. She tweaked Esmeralda's nipples. Esme gasped, her head rolling back and to the side slightly, eyes tight shut, blushing with her mouth wide open. She moaned audibly. The High Executrix was using her powers, amplifying Esme's arousal. Esme felt her pussy begin to lubricate as her body, already, fell into abject submission to the High Executrix. Her pussy lips, bare under the trimmed red bush, began to grow pink and warm as blood flowed into them.
{Just breathe, Esme} crooned Pasiphaë, nibbling the smaller Alfonian's pointed ear, {I'm going to melt your mind with pleasure}

Callum arrived at the center of the room, faintly hearing Esmeralda's little moans but not daring to look back at her. He stood in the middle and looked at the Alfonians whom the High Executrix had named: Nemesis, Eris, and Minerva. They all smirked down at him like wolves looking down at a helpless, shivering little lamb. Then, they rose into the air and floated down toward him from their seats, descending on him like the Furies.