Humiliated before the Synod and Callum

The air of the cyclopean Synod chamber was hot and feverish, suffused with the scent of sex and feminine pleasure, as well as the lingering crackle of psychic energy from both Callum’s eruption and the duel the two powerful alfonians had just engaged in. At one side of the chamber, Pasiphae delighted in her erotic mastery, with Callum’s face still smothered between the ample cheeks of her large ass and his submissive little tongue working her hole, while before her Eris lay sprawled and collapsed on the stone floor, twitching with the aftershocks of the orgasm she had enjoyed from Eris.

Now, the attentions of the formidable High Executrix shifted across the room and she smirked like a shark as she saw Minerva looming over the bound Nemesis. The abject fall from grace of the arrogant woman that was about to begin would be a pleasure to watch. Minerva had been the victor, so for now Pasiphae would allow her to lead proceedings, though should the scientist begin to bore her the High Executrix already had devised a number of exciting ways to use those around her to make sure she was entertained as was her right as a superior alfonian female.

With barely a flicker of her vast psychic powers, Pasiphae pulled on Callum’s neck like she were tugging a leash, guiding the boy out from behind her to kneel beside her leg instead. As pleasurable as his eager worship had been, she decided she wanted him to watch as well, knowing exactly how humiliating the proud Nemesis would find having this all being witnessed by what she considered a lowly human male too.

{While human males are of course my preferred subjects, I’ve always been a little curious about one thing when it comes to our kind.} Minerva drawled now, her psychic voice alight with smug triumph as she leered at Nemesis, still hovering in the air and bound tight in psychic thread. Despite a reputation amongst her peers for being a bit of an oddity, the scientist could be as lascivious as any alfonian female when it came to demonstrating her superiority. {If those of us who act so unpleasantly domineering as you only do so out of a kind of overcompensation, a way of hiding from latent desires they’re too ashamed to admit to themselves. I’ve never managed to test that hypothesis, it’s ever so hard to get permission to do any experiments on other alfonians, and of course the sort of subject I need would never willingly submit to my kind of investigation.} She raised a hand to her lips, her eyes simmering with far more than just scientific curiosity. {This will be a good chance to try…}

{Do your worst then.} Nemesis spat, but even her psychic voice trembled with nervousness. While she’d never cared to learn much about the sort of tests Minerva performed on the human males who fell into her hands, even she knew they invariably involved a great deal of sexual use and humiliation for her subjects.

{Oh, don’t look quite so upset.} Minerva leaned forward, reaching out to run a hand through the sweat-matted hair of her vanquished opponent, before letting her fingers trace down to cup the other woman’s flushed cheek. {If my hypothesis is correct, you’ll learn to enjoy this soon enough. Now…let’s begin with seeing if we can put that sharp tongue to better use.}

Listening to the scientist’s taunting, Nemesis simmered with bitter humiliation. Even worse than losing the duel and falling into Minerva’s hands was the fact that this was all happening before an audience. Pasiphae, the most powerful alfonian in the Synod, who she’d one day hoped to supplant in a similar way to this, was watching with an amused leer, and even worse, the human boy, staring with wide, anxious eyes and shrinking back as her scorching gaze found his. The human boy who’d somehow…thrown her off him in the midst of his proper punishment, whose impudent defiance of her had led to all this. Worse, she knew she would now likely have no chance to get her rightful **** on him, once he was back in the hands of the soft bleeding hearted alfonians. For the rest of her long life she’d have to remember that a mere male had seen her brought so low and gotten away with it unscathed.

Nemesis didn’t have any longer to wallow in the humiliation of defeat however, as Minerva now lowered her bound captive down between her spread legs, moving her until Nemesis’ mouth was pressed right against her waiting slit. No matter how the dominant alfonian’s pride was stung at how low she’d been brought, she had little choice but to submit now. It was the law of their kind, and she knew she’d suffer even worse consequences should she fight back now.

Minerva let out a purr of rough satisfaction, like the sound of a very pleased cat as she felt her rival’s tongue slide up and down her pussy, sending tingling heat through her lower half. Even beyond those initial physical delights, she relished the feeling of superiority over her vanquished opponent. She didn’t even need to be psychic to feel the waves of bitter humiliation and thwarted pride radiating off the bound Nemesis. It was obvious how much this proud alfonian would hate being put into such a lowly position, and the scientist intended to enjoy it to the fullest.

Just as Minerva planned, what followed was a cavalcade of relentless humiliation and sexual degradation for Nemesis. Not only was the vanquished alfonian **** to eat out her hated rival, bringing Minerva to a very satisfying orgasm, but soon enough Minerva added to her misery by getting Callum involved as well. The young man wasn’t sure but this, still frightened after the harsh treatment from the brutal alfonian, but Pasiphae urged him to get involved as well, finding the show very amusing. She settled down to watch herself, planting her plump ass on Esmerelda’s back, using the redhead alfonian as a chair while she idly thrust a neurostimulator in and out of the other woman’s holes.

Callum found the demands of Phaedra’s dominant mother impossible to deny, and soon he was kneeling over Nemesis as she lay across the floor, his face buried between her bound, muscular thighs, lapping at her wet slit. His caged dick twitched and ached inside the pink prison, his submissive nature delighting even in serving these dominant women in this way.

Meanwhile Minerva sat astride Nemesis’ face, still enjoying her vanquished rival’s tongue in both her pussy and ass, relishing every moment. Despite Nemesis’ humiliation, Callum’s tongue and psychic talents were still impossible for her to resist, and soon enough she was cumming along with her opponent, both of them thrashing and bucking in pleasure.

Aftewards, Nemesis’ cheeks burned, as she panted and gasped following the orgasm she’d been utterly unable to hold back, her humiliation only enhanced by her total lack of control. She knew she’d remember this day for a long, long time, and worse as she lay back on the ground gasping for breath, she knew she had only herself to blame. As much as she wanted to tell herself it was Callum’s fault, to curse the human male kneeling on the floor near her and swear her ****, looking back at events she knew it had been her fault for losing control in the first place. She silently swore never to allow such a thing to happen again, even after she’d finished suffering through whatever other humiliations Minerva had in store. For now though, she’d have to endure.

{I suppose all good things must come to an end, in time.} Pasiphae rose from Esme’s back with a soft sigh. Her powerful, psychic energy washed over all those in the room, bathing them in a soothing backwash of tingling heat. {It is now time for the Synod to render their judgement on this matter, whether we will allow Callum to be assigned to my daughter’s care, or whether he will be confiscated and made property of the State instead.}

Callum stirred, his eyes bleary, his cheeks aching after all the servicing he’d had to do of these dominant demanding women. His heart trembled, a nervous shiver ran down his spine as he remembered exactly what all this had been for. The Synod had been evaluating him, to decide if they were going to let him stay with Phaedra. Honestly he had no idea if he’d passed their tests, or even if these had been tests at all! It had all just been a blur of submission, service, pain and pleasure without much sense of being evaluated. It all left him even more nervous that he’d somehow failed, and was about to be taken away.

{Nemesis’ vote is mine now, of course.} Minerva giggled, stretching out her foot towards her vanquished rival, who, cheeks burning, meekly kissed her toes.

{I’m ready!} Eris cooed, bouncing up and down on her feet, her large breasts jiggling enticingly with her movements.

As the three prepared to vote, Esme quickly rose onto her knees. She shuffled over to Callum, wrapping a comforting arm around his trembling body. The boy whimpered tiredly, relaxing into her warm embrace. He buried his head in her shoulder, still feeling rather lost after everything that had happened. He wanted to go home, he wanted to go back to Phaedra.

{I’m here.} Esme murmured, soothing his distress as she could. {You did so well, and no matter what happens, I’m here with you.} Even as she comforted him, her own green eyes flickered nervously over the three voting members of the Synod. While she was sure Callum had impressed them, in particular with the discovery of his unique psychic talents, these women were notoriously difficult to sway on such matters.

{Let the vote commence.} Pasiphe announced. There was a swell of psychic energy from the alfonian matriarch, and at her command four great psychite crystals rose out of the ground, some of the largest ever mined and shaped on Alfo Prime.

{Me first.} Eris strode up to one of the crystals. She glanced at Callum, giving him a mischievous grin. {Well, I’m very jealous of our Phaedra.} She cooed. {Not only has she got Esme with all her talents as her own little sex friend, now she’s managed to pluck up this marvellous human male all for herself, a boy who’s practically made to pleasure us. Still, it would be a shame to part them.} Then, she reached out, her hand brushing over the carved surface of the crystal. It flickered alight, casting a gentle pink glow over the naked alfonian standing before them,

{That’s one vote! She wants you to stay with Phaedra.} Esme gasped, sending the soothing signal into Callum’s mind. He stirred, his wide eyes focusing on Eris and the glowing pink crystal.

“Thank you.” He murmured to Eris. She blew him a kiss, sending it as a psychic caress that brushed across his lips.

{Now me.} Minerva stepped forward next. Her face alight with satisfaction, she reached out and touched two of the crystals at once, rubbing her fingers over the glowing gems with obvious relish. {Hmm, as much as I’d like to requisition the young human to my laboratory for further, intensive study of his unique talents, I must admit he has only presented these gifts through his interactions with Phaedra and Esme. Further, he seems very attached to them, and an emotionally **** and sensitive boy, even for a human. To take him away from them would damage his psyche, and therefore risk inhibiting his **** psychic talents for good. I believe it best, therefore, that he stay in his current environment, and I look forward to seeing how he evolves in future.} The two crystals she was touching lit up, one glowing white and one scarlet, casting her votes in Callum’s favour as well.

{That’s it!} Esme sighed, shuddering with relief. {Three votes go our way already!} She hugged Callum tighter, gasping for breath. Now, only Pasiphae remained to cast her vote. While the alfonian High Executrix would be outnumbered if she decided to stand against the others, her influence was still vast, much greater than any of the other members of the Synod. Such a flagrant disagreement might lead to another duel, or a stalemate, with Callum’s fate still undecided.

The redhead’s heart was in her mouth as Phaedra’s powerful mother strode up to the final crystal, largest of the four. Callum too, watched anxiously, sensing Esme’s nerves. Pasiphae had been rather strict and demanding in her treatment of him, even if she hadn’t quite been as cruel as Nemesis, and he couldn’t help but worry he’d fallen short of her towering standards somehow no matter the explosive orgasm she'd enjoyed on his tongue. As he watched with wide, anxious eyes, the curvy High Executrix reached out her hand, placing her palm on the crystal before her.

{I must admit, I was of a mind to deny my daughter when I first heard about this matter.} She said, her psychic voice powerful and authoritative as she rendered her judgement. {The fact that she abandoned her stated mission to return with just one human male seemed foolish and misguided, a reflection of impulsiveness and a lack of maturity I thought I had educated out of her.} Callum bit his lip, a shiver running down his spine. No...was she going to try and take him away? Even after everything... {However…} Pasiphae continued, her confident gaze falling on him, her large eyes seeming to see right through him as her plump lips curled into a small smile. {Now that I have seen Callum in action, I understand why she made that choice. He is a very special human boy, and I believe will make a valuable contribution to our understanding of psychic development among his kind. Therefore, I am also voting to allow him to stay here on Alfo Prime, under my daughter's care.}

As she finished speaking, the large crystal before her began to glow gold, bathing the chamber in a warm, bright light. Esme let out a shrill squeal of delight. The four votes of the Synod had been cast, and all four were in favour of allowing Callum to stay under Phaedra’s care.

{That’s it, Callum!} She crowed. {You’re being allowed to stay with me…and Phaedra too, of course!}

“Oh….” Callum gasped, still hardly able to believe what he’d heard. His heart trembled with relief. He quickly scrambled to his feet on shivering legs. He was naked still, and looked quite small and **** around the towering psychic alfonians, especially with the little pink cage still covering his dick. Despite that, as he drew himself to his full, small height, there was a certain strength in his wavering gaze that none of the women could deny. Pasiphae's gaze fell on him, with that same slight smirk, and he lowered his head quickly to her. "Thank you very much, ma’am.” He stammered. “I’ll do my best…to make sure your daughter is happy with me. And Esme too…”

{Oh, he is just the cutest.} Eris sighed.

{Indeed.} Pasiphae murmured, a twinkle of amusement in her powerful psychic voice. {Esme, I recommend you take the boy out of the Synod chamber and return him to his Mistress, before he does something else too adorable to bear and I decide it’s worth upsetting her to have him for myself.}

{Yes, of course, High Executrix.} Esme bowed her head. She grabbed Callum’s wrist tightly, sensing that Pasiphae’s joke might hold a kernel of truth if these powerful women spent much more time around him. {Let’s go...back to Phaedra.} The redhead murmured into his mind, her tone conveying as much urgency as she could without risking upsetting him.

“Yes.” Callum bit his lip. He followed meekly as Esme gently guided him by the hand towards the exit of the Synod. Despite his desire to be out of this strange and intimidating place as soon as possible, he found his head turning back and his wide gaze darted over the massive chamber looming over him. And then, more pressingly the four women who’d put him through such an intense experience.

Minerva, standing there in just her labcoat now, her eyes following his every move as if she didn’t want to miss a second for her investigations, her gaze almost dissecting him even now. He…wasn’t sure how he felt about her, though he was very grateful she’d intervened to save him from Nemesis. Speaking of, the cruel alfonian was still laying on the ground, her beautiful face screwed up in bitter humiliation. She wouldn’t even look at him, or meet his hesitant gaze, and he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of satisfaction knowing that she’d been brought so low after her cruel treatment of him. Hopefully she’d learned some sort of lesson now, he thought, with a smug little grin.

Eris, meanwhile, still had that same sultry smile on her gorgeous face. She’d been the nicest, he supposed, though he still wasn’t sure about her constant teasing and mischievous behaviour. She’d also been so absorbed in her own pleasures throughout the whole process, as if nothing else mattered but satisfying her lusts.

Then, finally, Pasiphae, who had now climbed back into her throne, and sat there naked, looming over all the others. He shivered slightly as her sparkling gaze settled back on him. She might be Phaedra’s mother, but he had to admit he was very glad it was her daughter who’d found him on Earth instead of her. No matter how beautiful and dominant she was, there was an intensity to her that scared him. It felt like if she’d kept him much longer, he’d have ended up as something entirely subservient to her every whim. He much preferred Phaedra’s gentler treatment to that.

Pulling his gaze away from Pasiphae’s curvy, enticing figure, Callum turned to follow Esme as the redhead walked him back through the doors, his shoulders slumping and his legs trembling slightly as he padded after her. This whole event had left him exhausted and drained, and he knew he’d need time to process exactly what he’d been through. He couldn’t wait to return to the relative comfort and safety of Phaedra’s home, and more importantly, her soothing embrace. He knew that now this was settled, she and Esme would keep him safe here on Alfo Prime, no matter what else the future held.