The Three Women Compete over their New Toy

The trio of imposing women closed in around Callum, as he hung there helpless before them. They circled his naked body like a pack of ravenous wolves, their simmering stares taking in every exposed inch of him, letting the heat of those hungry gazes drift over his flushed, naked skin with wicked intentions lurking behind those lustful eyes. It was obvious even to him that seeing him perform with the High Executrix, and more than that, learning of the special gift for pleasure he unknowingly possessed, had stirred these women into something like a feeding frenzy. What he didn't know, but Esme was all too aware of, even as she squirmed helplessly in Pasiphae's teasing grip, was just how stirred up her accidental reveal had made these women. Alfonians lived a long time, and with their advanced technology and powerful psychic gifts, the indulging of all their desires and pleasures was so easy it could become almost banal for even the most dedicated hedonist. Something new and exotic then, like an adorable human boy with the **** gift of sexual delight, was something that no woman here could ever resist trying for herself. These three members of the Synod would be utterly unrelenting in their enjoyment.

Callum could almost feel the hum of masked psychic communication in the air, the crackle of power passing between the three women as they circled around him. Esme shivered, far more attuned than he was to the intensity of that silent debate, as the women traded favors and negotiated access to the scrumptious boy they were all **** to taste. If the attentions of the High Executrix had almost overwhelmed the poor thing, now he was about to face the full **** of three alfonian matriarchs, all of them determined to wring whatever exotic pleasure they could from their new, gifted toy. Not that the redhead's position was any less perilous. A hoarse moan escaped her trembling lips as Pasiphae's knowing hands wandered over her bare, quivering flesh, finding sensitive spots that she never even knew existed. Over her pleasurable dalliances with Phaedra, Esme thought she'd grown accustomed to the touch of a psychically gifted and experienced alfonian. In just a few short moments, the High Executrix utterly disabused her of that notion.

Pasiphae's firm fingers pressed into her supple flesh, setting eager nerve endings alight with lustful caresses. More than that though, Esme felt the formidable psychic energies of the High Executrix now brought to bear. Wisp-like tendrils of energy sunk into her body and mind, already perfectly attuned to her aura and honed to the thinnest and most potent of edges that slipped so deftly inside every part of her to stoke her arousal to new, trembling heights. With her body inflamed so, every physical touch was amplified beyond belief. Pasiphae's fingers left glowing trails of heat on her needy flesh, even the slightest grope of her heaving breasts taking the breath from her lungs in hoarse, needy gasps. A brief tweak of her nipples made her squeal out, the shrill, utterly **** sound echoing across the council chamber and drawing a titter of silvery laughter from the other members of the Synod, even so distracted as they were by their current prey. The redhead could do nothing but tremble on weak, shivering legs, waiting for the moment Pasiphae's hand would at last slip between her thighs and find her swollen, aching pussy with needy longing. And half-dreading it too, for fear that she could not withstand the tidal wave of pleasure that awaited her.

Back in the center of the cyclopean Synod chamber, Callum's wide eyes darted to Esme, feeling a flicker of concern for the beautiful redhead. His stunned gaze took in the sight of her toned body so helpless in the arms of the groping High Executrix, watching her squirm and moan under Pasiphae's suffocating attentions with a dizzying mixture of worry and...jealousy. Then, something struck him right across the naked butt, making him jump at the sharp crack and sting. Nemesis was glaring at him, and in one hand she held a long white handle in her long fingers, the tails of a flogger draping from the tip. It looked...strange though, solid, but...flickering a little as if not quite there at all. He'd never known it was possible, but Callum realized with a start it must be some sort of psychic tool she'd summoned to her. Even still, the warm sting it had left on his quivering buttcheek felt very much real.

{Do not get distracted!} The fearsome alfonian sneered down at him. {You're here to please us now. Obviously your training from that slut Phaedra has been very much lacking. I always knew she was a bleeding heart, the company she keeps, so she's clearly been far too soft on you. I only have a short time to fix that error, for now anyway, so I'll have to make sure to instill the proper respect in you.}

"Sorry..." Callum whimpered, feeling himself shrink under those ferocious eyes. She didn't seem at all satisfied with his feeble apology, so he swallowed hard and tried again. "I mean...sorry, ma'am." He stammered. The slight curl at that to her lips might well have been a smile, but the way she was holding that flogger in her hand was still very threatening.

{Now, now Nemmy dear.} Eris, the pink-gowned woman with the sultry smile put in. {I don't believe spanking the poor thing will make him show us those wonderful gifts of pleasure we've been promised, as much as that delightful ass of his is crying out for a few hard smacks.}

{I disagree.} Nemesis shook her head, a flash of irritation passing through her gaze. {I've always found a good hard spanking is the only thing to make any human male perform with real vigor. This boy is just the same. He needs firm and proper discipline to show off his potential.}

{I do not believe that hypothesis has ever been demonstrated in an experiment with any scientific rigor.} The third alfonian, the scientist Minerva, put in. Her psychic voice was cool and controlled as it echoed through Callum's head, even if the way her gaze was lingering on his bare flesh as she spoke reminded him of a hungry cat watching a little bird flutter cluelessly overhead. {Helena's Fifth Theorem of Erotic Arts comes close, an elegant exploration of the limits of human male capabilities in the arts of pleasing Alfonians performed by a mind almost as brilliant as mine, but the sample size was really far too small, and as many scientists do she allowed her personal feelings to intrude into her treatment of the subjects.}

{Well, we can change that now, can't we?} Eris cooed, her gaze settling back on Callum with a new and hungry light that made the naked boy shiver. So far he'd considered her probably the nicest of the three, even if that wasn't saying much, but suddenly he wasn't so sure. {A little...erotic experiment of her own. He can please me first, we'll see how long it takes the darling to lick me to orgasm. Then you can take him across your lap, Nemmy darling, and give him the nice, long spanking you seem to think every poor human deserves. After, he'll pleasure me again, and we'll see for ourselves if a sore, stinging bottom makes the boy any better at eating pussy. You should be happy to take part, if you're so sure you're correct about males...}

{No.} Nemesis glowered. {It's me he'll be pleasing after his spanking. I'm not sitting by watching a perfumed slut cum herself silly on his tongue after I've done all the work disciplining him properly.} Eris sighed to herself, but then nodded once.

{That's hardly scientific.} Minerva snapped. {For a start, he'll be performing under very different circumstances, on two different women with very different thresholds for orgasm. And if our High Executrix is correct about the boy, he's something of an anomaly anyway, so the results will not be applicable to the general population of human males anyway.} Both other woman turned to her briefly, giving her a pair of cool, hard looks. The scientist sighed softly, then seemed to weaken, a flush intruding into her pale cheeks as she glanced back at Callum with what was clearly far beyond mere scientific curiosity. {Well, I suppose I can at least make a short case study of it for presentation to the Academy later. And the boundaries of science have often been pushed by such amateur work which can be re-examined later. So long as he pleases me too, as a baseline to calibrate my observations against.}

{Of course, Minny, we wouldn't want you to feel left out.} Eris murmured, her psychic voice trembling with impatience. With a shrug of her shoulders, she let the pink robe she was wearing dropped to the floor beneath her, exposing her now naked body. Mink froze, his eager little dick straining against the confines of its cage at the sight. Where Esme was tight and toned, and even Phaedra and Pasiphae flaunted powerful muscle beneath their curves, this alfonian woman was all soft and sensual. Her breasts were huge, ample mounds of pristine pale flesh topped by stiff, pink nipples, quivering ever so slightly with her breaths, her belly slightly rounded and curving down to plump, soft thighs that gave her the appearance of some sort of ancient goddess of fertility. {See, he likes me already...} Eris smirked. Minerva made a scoffing noise, and Nemesis' ever-present scowl grew even more ferocious. Callum swallowed hard, not needing to be psychic to sense the trap he was caught in. It seemed if he showed any one of these women favor, the others would be jealous, but there wasn't anything he could really do to stop that happening!

{Let's begin the experiment, calibrating my apparatus now.} Minerva breathed eagerly. Her hand slipped into a pocket of her coat, and she drew out some sort of strange device, a long, curved object with a crystal lens at the top. Pointing it towards Callum, she stared into the screen on the other side, her sparkling eyes alight with hungry anticipation as she observed him closely. The naked boy could almost feel the tingling scrutiny of whatever psychic monitoring she was subjecting him to, making him feel even more exposed.

{Now now, focus here, darling.} Eris purred. She stepped forward, the sway of her hips and the way it made her pale flesh jiggle practically hypnotising to the trembling boy before her. {On your knees.} She breathed into his head, and before Callum could even think he'd dropped neatly down to the floor in front of her. He felt dizzy, like the air was suffused with some sort of suffocating perfume filling his every breath. His wide eyes took in the sight. {Now...come where you belong.} The curvaceous alfonian breathed, her voice a trembling invitation to a world of pleasure the boy could only guess at. Understanding without her needing to explain any further, Callum leaned forward, his head darting into the pillowy heaven between her plump thighs. His tongue flickered free, sliding up and down the plump, swollen slit waiting for him there, and he was rewarded with a hoarse, sultry moan from the woman looming over him, the low, sensual sound sending an answering vibration of delight through his body as his nervous fear was quickly swept aside by swelling need to please her.

{Do you have to fog his mind like that?} Minerva sighed, her voice sounding distant and oddly echoing, like she was speaking from much further away. {It's interfering with my observation of his psychic state. The experiment will be compromised.}

{I have no idea what you mean, silly, I'm not doing anything to him at all.} Eris replied, her voice somehow much clearer, as if she was the only one he really needed to listen to. Squirming and gasping in Pasiphae's covetous grasp, Esme felt her heart quiver with worry as she saw the boy she'd come to care for already so ensnared by this covetous psychic mistress. The entire Synod chamber was thick with lust and crackling psychic energy, it was no wonder the poor thing couldn't resist the bindings slowly being woven over his mind. And Eris was not being careful or subtle at all, despite her feeble denials. If this went on too long...he might even be affected permanently! The thought made her shudder with despair. She ached to help him, to reach out with at least a tiny tendril of her own energy and remind him of her touch, but...she couldn't muster the concentration. As if punishing her for her distraction, the High Executrix reached up to her heaving breasts, those long, skilled fingers finding both her nipples and giving them each a hard pinch. Esme screamed out at the flood of sensation from her abused and horribly sensitive nubs, her shrill voice muffled in moments as a thick gag of psychic power filled her gaping mouth, like a ball of potent solid energy stretching her jaw silently open but leaving her utterly silent and helpless to resist.

Locked between Eris' thighs, acres of soft, pillowy flesh enclosing his head and shrinking his world to the dripping slit his mouth was pressed against, Callum licked and lapped at her like the taste of her was all she needed. And in the moment, it almost felt like that was true. Esme's scream echoing through the hall sent a flicker of concern through him, but before he could draw back and check on her, he felt Eris' hand press on the back of his head, urging him back against her pussy. It got...hard to think after that, his mind feeling like it was wrapped in cotton wool, every thought dull and indistinct except for the urge to please her.

{Fuck...he's sooo good.} Eris groaned, her psychic voice trembling and faint as if she could hardly form the words. Callum's eager tongue slipped inside her folds, darting. Meanwhile, unknown to the boy, but very much felt by the flushed and moaning woman he was nuzzled against, his burgeoning psychic gifts were hard at work as well, unconsciously stimulating the countless nerve endings spread throughout Eris' pampered body. As her pleasure built like an unstoppable tide, he felt his mind get a little less foggy, blinking blearily to clear his head even as he kept lapping at the soaking slit pressed against his trembling lips. {Oh by the Goddess, it's never felt like this before...never this good!} The alfonian squealed, her soft thighs quivering and rubbing against his blushing cheeks as she squirmed against his eager tongue.

{Pathetic.} Nemesis scoffed scornfully, but even as she scolded her fellow alfonian there was a hungry edge to her voice at the notion of Eris being so overwhelmed by pleasures she was growing even more eager to taste for yourself. {You can't even hold onto your mental faculties, can you? He's actually squirming out of that pathetic little attempt to mess with his head because you can't control yourself.}

{Ah...I can't...} Eris whimpered, her plump thighs trembling like they could barely support the rest of her pillowy body. Buried between her soft thighs, Callum felt her pussy clench and quiver against her tongue, floods of her juices filling his mouth as he nuzzled into the firm bud nestled between her swollen folds. Tossing back her head, her hand grinding him against her, the alfonian shrieked out in climax, her natural voice echoing shrilly over the cavernous Synod chamber. It was obvious to all assembled here that the sensuous woman was experiencing rare pleasures from the eager tongue of the naked boy kneeling between her legs, and the sight stirred another wave of hungry anticipation through the other Synod members Even Pasiphae paused her molestation of Esme's willing body to watch the show, her lips curling into a superior smirk as she enjoyed the sight of such a proud and experienced alfonian barely able to stand from the pleasure surging through her body.

At last, Eris let Callum go, and stumbled back on wobbly legs, leaving the boy dazed and kneeling, his tongue still hanging free of his glistening wet lips. She collapsed back into her chair, her pillowy buttocks squishing into the seat. Her legs fell apart as she slumped over, showing off the drenched trails of her own juices trickling down her legs. {Ah...ah....} The alfonian was panting, struggling to even form words in her psychic voice as she basked in the afterglow of her shuddering orgasm, little aftershocks running up her curvy body and setting her pale flesh quivering. {So...good...} She murmured hoarsely. {Goddess...he's amazing...}

{How interesting.} Minerva observed, glancing between the device held in her hand and Callum. {The boy's talent is undeniable, and still almost wholly ****. It's like his desire to serve is so profound it's shaped even the development of his psychic potential towards pleasuring women. Fascinating, really...I can't wait to see how he develops in the future.} Her eyes lit up, simmering with eager imagination.

{My turn.} Nemesis snapped, her voice like the crack of a whip breaking through the fog of sensuous, psychic beguilement Eris had left in her wake. Callum flinched as if she'd smacked him across the butt with that flogger again, his wide eyes darting to the imposing figure of the scary woman looming over him. {Come to me boy, now.} The alfonian ordered, her voice so sharp and commanding it left him **** but to meekly obey. He started to clamber to his feet, only for her to sharply swing the flogger still dangling from her hand. It seemed to strike nothing only air, but the boy nevertheless felt those tails crack across his chest, making him flinch at the sharp shock of stinging pain. {Crawl.} Nemesis snarled. {A male like you belongs only prostrating himself at the feet of the superior female, offering his naked body for her pleasure.}

"Sorry ma'am..." The boy stammered, somehow managing to blame himself for upsetting her even though he'd really had no idea that was what she wanted. Frantic to make up for it, he quickly crawled on hands and knees towards the imposing figure, even as his heart clenched fearfully at the sight of her looming over him. She was definitely the scariest alfonian he'd ever met...but he had to get through this now and make sure he pleased her, so he could get back to Phaedra! And free Esme from the High Executrix too! As he approached Nemesis, the scary alfonian stepped back and then sat herself down in her throne. The scarlet tunic she wore slid up her legs, revealing toned thighs rippling with muscle. The sight made his mouth go dry, and his caged cock twitch and throb, no matter how frightened he was of her.

{Over my knee, male.} She ordered sternly, waving the flogger towards her lap. Callum winced, remembering suddenly her promise to spank him. His butt was still tingling from that one smack she'd given him, and he was sure she'd hit way harder than Esme or Phaedra. {Do it.} She snapped. {I could easily **** you into position with my powers, but you should be eager to submit yourself to pain simply because I desire it. Hesitate any longer, and I may decide you need even more rigorous correction.} The naked boy hurriedly crawled forward, moving up to the seated woman. He awkwardly rose slightly, keeping himself as low as possible as he squirmed up over her legs. A little gasp escaped his trembling lips as he felt her legs against his naked belly, her skin as firm as stone with sharp contours where her rippling muscles tensed beneath him. Soon, he lay helpless over her lap, his bare legs dangling off one side of her, while his upper half hung from the other.

He expected Nemesis to say something more, or get him a bit more settled or at least pat and rub his butt the way these women seemed to enjoy so much before she get started. Instead, he didn't even have a moment's warning before something hard and firm landed across his exposed cheeks, a sharp crack ringing out across the council chamber, followed by the shrill cry that burst free from his lips. Callum's eyes widened in shock as he absorbed the stinging blow. That hadn't been the bristling tails of the flogger this time, that had felt more like a firm paddle. The dominant woman looming over him didn't give him any time to figure things out though. Before the sharp sting had even begun to bloom within his quivering bare flesh, her implement cracked again on his exposed butt, the other cheek this time, landing a second stinging smack that felt just as hard and merciless as the first. The sharp impact jolted him forward, his naked body rubbing against the hard muscle of her thighs. Even with his poor dick still firmly locked away, he felt a flutter of desire in his belly at the lingering contact with her firm body, no matter that his naked bottom was already starting to sting.

The sharp cracks of the paddle landing on the boy's gorgeous ass and his increasingly shrill whimpers and cries, echoed through the Synod chamber, suffusing air already suffocating with the residue of sensuous psychic power. Held in place by Pasiphae's merciless grip, Esme could only watch with a dizzying mixture of desire and concern. She saw the boy she'd come to care for writhing and sobbing across the lap of the cruel Nemesis. Even if she could still feel his arousal and desire to please, the redhead felt her heart ache at the sight. Nemesis was being way too hard on him, even a sadist like her should know better than this! Only, she was showing off, flexing her own dominant philosophies in front of her powerful women assembled, while Callum was just the poor, punished pawn in her schemes. He was being hurt like this right in front of her for no good reason other than the twisted need for control of one of her own people, and she could do nothing to prevent it. All she could do was will him to be brave, to endure this just a little longer, until the Synod was satisfied with both of them.

{Enjoying the show, Esme?} The High Executrix's voice slipped into her mind like the hiss of some serpentine temptress. {Do you wish you were in Nemesis' place, with that scrumptious boy draped over your lap and his bare bottom at your mercy?} One of her hands had slid between the redhead alfonian's legs, and Esme moaned around her gag with hoarse, **** desire as fingers traced ghost-like over the aching locus of heat that her needy pussy had become. Her feverish mind summoned visions of Callum bared again across her knee, his darling cries as her firm hand smacked over his soft, **** cheeks, leaving them pink and glowing with the mark of her palm. She'd be nowhere near as hard on him as that awful Nemesis was being, and she'd make sure to soothe his pain with kind words and reassurance, of course, but he just got so eager to please when his bottom was a little sore. {Or perhaps...} Pasiphae's knowing hands slipped around her hips, and Esme stiffened as she felt them settled over the firm cheeks of her toned ass. {You'd rather be the one punished? Like the slutty creature you are...} The High Executrix's fingers squeezed in, palming Esme's buttocks, and sending helpless shivers of wanton desire down her legs. She was drooling around the huge psychic gag stuffing her lips, glistening trails of saliva trickling down onto her heaving chest. She was feeling something start to shift in Callum's aura, a weakening tremble that had her worries starting to grow, but it was so very hard to focus on that through her own throbbing arousal. The redhead tried to say something, to warn Pasiphae or one of the others that something was wrong, but it was a struggle to even form the words.

{Do you understand your place yet, male?!} Nemesis' psychic voice seared through Callum's consciousness, utterly overwhelming and demanding every scrap of his attention. She punctuated each snarled word with another hard smack of his butt, delivered with the same cruel intensity and in a perfectly honed rhythm. It was like her arm was a spanking machine! Helpless across her lap, Callum could do nothing but squirm and cry out as his bottom began to burn under the furious hail of hard smacks. His bare legs kicked out behind him, flailing in the air, his hands fluttering above the floor, and his head tossing. Just like he'd feared, she was spanking him so much harder than Esme or Phaedra ever had! It was really starting to hurt now, even if he could still feel the dizzying heat of his own arousal mixed in with the stinging pain, even with his dick still straining against the cage and trying to get hard. {You're just an animal, a pet for me to do with as I please! I will make you understand that, the one way beasts like you learn anything at all!}

Callum wilted under the vicious ****, her cruel words feeling worse than the spanking ever could. His eyes widened, his chest starting to heave with gasping breaths for air, his vision constricting down to pinpricks until he could barely see the soothing luxury of his surroundings. Suddenly it almost seemed like she was his stepmother, like he was back in that awful house with the woman he feared like nothing else scornfully glaring down at him again as she held the glowing nub of a cigarette towards his exposed arm. It was like Phaedra had never come to rescue him at all, like she and Esme hadn't taught him to value and care for himself so much more than he had before. His head was going fuzzy, his heart hammering like a drum in his trembling chest. Even the sting of the spanking was starting to ebb away, replaced by much worse and deeper pain. If this went on much longer, he was going to pass out!