Chapter 55: SM03-Tau, Day 8, Theresa's Room

Theresa lay on her bed under Erica's watchful eyes. She felt miserable. She'd failed her master, not once, but repeatedly. He'd done so much to please her, and all she'd done in return was anger him. She should have known better than to strike Jane, no matter the provocation. Master would defend himself as he saw fit; it wasn't the place of a would-be slave to strike a free woman, to usurp Master's right to do so if he wished, or to ignore the comment as beneath notice.

Her heart was shattered; she was sure Master would never love her the way she loved him. She had heard the voices of the other masters as they passed earlier, all of them sounding like her Master. Erica had told her there were four visitors, all so much like their Master, and yet different.

The room monitor spoke, but she was too lost in misery to listen to it. The monitor's voice was replaced by her Master's, summoning her to his room. She shook in fear and hope, as she rose from her bed, and moved to obey. She didn't dare hope, but perhaps her Master's peers had convinced him to give her another chance.

She entered Master's room, and stopped in confusion. Five identical faces stared back at her; she couldn't tell which one was her Master. The masters detected her problem at once; one with an angry expression on his face spoke harshly to her.

"Is this the slave who presumes to act without instruction from her Master? Who presumes to second-guess his decisions as to her discipline? Normally you would refer to your own master as simply Master, while referring to masters not your own by using 'master' and their first name. Since referring to four of us as "Master Steve" would be confusing, you may refer to me as Master Gamma.

"We are gathered to determine what should be done about you. I am inclined to suggest that I take you with me to instruct you in proper obedience to your master's wishes. You will not enjoy the experience in the slightest, but you will learn. I'm sure that our hosts will be able to repair the injuries you will suffer while you do so."

Theresa nearly lost control of her bladder at his tone, but she managed to hold her urine and her tongue. Another of the masters, a less hostile look on his face, spoke up, saying, "I doubt that will solve the problem. I think she wants to serve, but she doesn't know how. Or, rather, she doesn't know how to tell her master what she needs. You're half right, though. I doubt she's ever served a master who didn't tell her exactly what to do, usually with a kick behind it."

Theresa wanted to answer, to tell them it hadn't been like that, but she knew better than to speak without permission. That permission was quickly granted when another master, HER master, spoke. "Is that correct, dear? Was your last master such a brute that you can't recognize a less harsh one?"

She kept her eyes down as she replied, "No, Master. My husband was also my master, and he had a firm hand, but he never struck me, except under extreme circumstances. He sometimes used me harshly, but he never used pain as a punishment."

Her master's hand touched her chin, and forced her to raise her face, and her eyes, to meet his. "And have I caused you pain, slave?"

Her eyes began to tear up as she said, "No, Master. I have failed you repeatedly, but you have never hurt me. Perhaps you should have."

Her master snorted. "Again you presume to dictate the terms of your punishment. You will be punished for that, and for your previous offenses today, which I am sure you remember well. But that will be the end of it. Until I consulted with my brothers here, I was unclear on what you expected of me as your master. Together, we have been able to formulate a better idea of what those needs are, but it will be your responsibility to make it clear if you have any unmet needs. If you can not bring yourself to speak to me directly, inform your fellow slaves, and they will speak on your behalf."

Her master stepped back slightly, and told her, "Strip and get down on your knees." Shaking at the thought of what might come next, she did so quickly. "Take me into your mouth, and swallow what I give you." Again, she did as instructed, but instead of being given time to pleasure her master and swallow his seed, she was shocked as a hot, foul-tasting liquid filled her mouth.

Shamed and humiliated, she swallowed her master's urine. Even the foul taste in her mouth couldn't distract her from the arousal she felt at being so abused, before so many people. She struggled to remain focused on her master's voice as he directed her to stand, and led her to a nearby table. She felt him greasing her anus, then shivered as he roughly bound her arms and legs to the table. That was when she noticed that it wasn't really a table. She was bound to it face down, but her breasts still swung free beneath her. A sharp slap to her ass with his open hand interrupted her thoughts. As the blows continued, they added to her pain and arousal. The blows stopped, and she felt the pressure of her master's cock against her anus. She struggled to admit him, and was rewarded as he slipped into her with only a little discomfort.

Her shame at being used 'in public', the discomfort from the ropes binding her to the table, the residual pain of her spanking, and the sensation of having her anus stretched and her bowels invaded combined to bring her closer and closer to orgasm. She was vaguely aware that her master was speaking, and managed to divert enough attention to his voice to make out what he was saying. Her heart soared as he told her how much he loved her, enough to do what he was about to do, even though it disturbed him, simply because she needed it.

She was nearly at orgasm when the exquisite pain began in her nipples, then spiked as the chain holding the nipple clamps was pulled sharply. She came hard, and kept coming and coming, again and again, each time the chain was pulled. She was barely aware of the sensation as her master filled her bowels with his sperm, and lost contact with reality completely when he released the clamps and the blood rushed back into her abused nipples in an explosion of pain and pleasure.

When she returned to herself, the other masters were gone, and she found herself laying on her back on her master's bed, unbound except for the reassuring pressure of leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles. Her nipples were slightly tender, much less so than she would have expected after being used and pleased so thoroughly. She turned her head, and beheld her master, laying on his side, looking at her.

Seeing that she was awake, he rose, and left the bed. He returned with a tray containing a glass, as well as something else she couldn't make out. He helped her to sit up, then gave her the glass to drink from. She swallowed eagerly, and returned the glass to him. He picked up the item she'd been unable to see clearly, and held it before her. Her heart rose as she recognized it at last.

"This is your collar. Unless your pregnancy requires otherwise, it is the last thing you will ever wear aside from your cuffs. Hold up your hair."

She did so, and he put the collar around her neck, accepting her service, and her love, at last.

Steve looked at the happiness in Theresa's eyes, and the last shreds of reluctance to treat her as his property evaporated. With a much lighter heart, he helped her to her feet, and clipped her wrists together behind her back. He went to the replicator and returned with a leash, which he clipped to her collar. Turning, he left the room, leading his new slave behind him.

Conversation stopped as they entered the common room. Steve walked to his chair, near the center of the crowd, and sat. Theresa stood beside him, naked and apparently unashamed, until he tugged lightly on her leash. She knelt then, and leaned against his leg.

All eyes were on her, until Steve began to speak. "It has been carefully explained to me that Theresa has certain needs that I was not meeting. I have agreed to try harder to treat her as she wants and needs to be treated. None of the rest of you should assume that I intend to make similar use or similar demands of you; what has changed between myself and Theresa is between us alone, and I will continue to treat the rest of you as I have before, unless you ask me to do otherwise.

"Theresa assumed, as some of you may have, that I declined to give her my baby in addition to her husband's because I had not fully accepted her. That is not and was not the case. My decision was based on my intent that Theresa assist Anna with the two children she will be bearing for me, in addition to caring for the child of Theresa's husband's seed that Theresa now carries for me. I repeat my previous promise that any child born to a woman in my care will be treated as my child, whatever genes he or she may bear. Once Theresa's current child is born, and she is ready for another, I will give her a child of my seed and blood, to go along with the child of my heart that she now carries.

"I love her, and began to do so even before I first took my pleasure from her body, even as I love and loved all of you whether we had joined physically first or not. She serves me and loves me in her way, as each of you serve and love me in yours, and I love and serve you all, equally and completely. Those of you new to our family should know that you too are loved, just as much as those who came before.

"I appear to be unable to simply 'fuck' a woman; I make love to her, and in so doing, begin to love her just as I love all of you. My brothers and I spoke of many things, but the one thing we did not need to speak of was how much we cared for those we lived with. I felt great pride as they met you, and saw them recognize your love for me, reflected in the respect you showed them, despite their being both complete strangers and far too familiar.

"Are there any questions?"

There were no questions, but there were a lot of unshed tears as the full emotional import of Steve's speech sank in. They'd all known what Theresa needed, either directly from her mouth, or by gossip, but none of them had spoken up. Every one of them realized that Steve was announcing that a general amnesty was in force for any mistakes made in handling Theresa's problem, and they were all grateful.

Things lightened up considerably as Steve moved on to discuss the things he'd learned from his brothers during their meeting. His wives had been present for most of it, but the concubines hadn't, and so he and his wives recounted the news as the rest of the family listened eagerly. Even the description of the 'eligibility requirements' for rescue didn't dim the mood for long.

As the last tidbit of news was recounted, Steve laughed out loud. Everyone looked at him in puzzlement, as he explained. "It just occurred to me that Ed and his household need to hear all of this too, so we're going to have to go over it one more time. Room, voice message to Ed Baker, EB02-Tau. Ed, I've solved the Theresa problem, with a little help from some friends. Those friends had a lot of interesting information that I think you and your household need to hear, so please stop over at your convenience. Message ends."

The monitor acknowledged the message and the reply soon came though. Ed's voice spoke from overhead, "Great. Be there in about ten." And soon enough, Ed, Camille, and the rest came walking into the room, chatting as they came. Things suddenly got quiet as they noticed a nude Theresa kneeling beside Steve, a collar around her neck and a leash in Steve's hand. Steve gave them a wry smile, and said, "I said the problem was solved. I didn't say the solution was easy to accept. It wasn't my idea, I can assure you, but it's what she needs to be happy, and I can live with it. I hope all of you can, as well."

There weren't any smiles on the faces looking back at him, but there wasn't any anger, either. Gradually, everyone relaxed, and indicated acceptance of the situation, one way or another. Steve watched Jane carefully; he'd expected to see anger, but her face was carefully blank, if slightly pale. She turned abruptly and began to walk away.

Steve had had a chat about Jane with his brothers after Theresa had passed out, and they'd agreed that Jane had one of two problems. Either she was completely disgusted by anything except traditional relationships, or she was jealous of the treatment that Theresa was getting. Steve decided there was no time like the present to see which was the case.

"Jane," he said in a commanding voice, "Come back here." Jane stiffened, then turned and walked back towards him. "Stand in front of me," Steve commanded. Jane was shaking as she complied; it wasn't clear yet if fear or lust was driving her. "Look at Theresa, Jane," said Steve. "See how happy she is now, now that she is my property? Is that what you want, Jane? Tell me what you want, and speak the truth."

Jane's voice shook as she said, in a near whisper, "Yes. Yes, that's what I want." In a slightly firmer tone, she continued, "It's so wrong, but I want it so badly. That's why I was so upset, and insulting. I was angry that they had even a little of what I couldn't admit that I wanted."

Steve smiled at her, and said, "Take off your clothing, and kneel in front of me." Jane's hands shook as she complied, and Steve's smile grew wider as her thong was revealed, a large wet patch announcing her arousal at the treatment she was getting.

When Jane was nude and kneeling in front of him, Steve told her to fish his cock out of his pants and suck him off. Shuddering, she moved to do so, and Steve noticed the smell of her arousal increase as his cock hardened in her mouth. She wasn't touching herself, but when Steve came in her mouth, she came as well. She swallowed his sperm, then cleaned him with her tongue before sitting back on her heels, panting slightly, her legs spread to reveal her wet, aroused cunt.

Steve reached down and unclipped Theresa's leash, then whispered in her ear. Her eyes widened slightly, and she nodded before standing and moving to the replicator. When she returned, Steve took the package she carried from her hands, then motioned Jane to kneel directly in front of him again. Jane shuddered as Steve fastened cuffs around her wrists, then fastened a collar around her neck.

Steve pulled Jane to her feet, and pulled her arms behind her back, and up between her shoulder blades, where he clipped her cuffs together before linking them to her collar with a short length of chain. He stood behind her, fondling her breasts as the crowd looked on, until his dick grew hard. Jane was moaning in lust as Steve pushed her forward and bent her over the back of a nearby chair. Standing behind her, he shoved his erection into her dripping cunt. His thrust pushed through her intact hymen, but fortunately for her, it was a weak obstruction, and he brushed it aside without causing her much pain.

Steve had plenty of control due to his earlier activities with Theresa, and Jane's blowjob, so he was able to pound her through three of her orgasms before he spent himself in her depths. He stayed inside her for a moment, fingering her asshole as he told her, "I'll use this hole next, but we have guests, and I've got some things to tell them before I finish using you." Jane shuddered in anticipation; the sensations as her tunnel moved around his semi-erect cock were quite distracting, but Steve managed to avoid temptation. He pulled out, and presented his sticky, slimy cock to Theresa for cleaning.

Theresa shuddered at the thought of tasting another woman, even indirectly, but cleaned her master completely. As if he could read her mind, he smiled as he directed her to clean her sister slave. The act disturbed her, and that fact along with the shame of doing it in public brought her nearly to orgasm. Again, her master surprised her, because just as she finished cleaning Jane's cunt, her master's hand touched her clit, pushing her over the brink into orgasm.

When she could hear again, her master told her, "Just as I punish improper behavior, I will reward proper behavior. You have done well, and I am pleased. Help your sister to my room, and wait there with her. Her wrists are to remain bound. If she needs to use the bathroom, you will need to clean her afterwards. If the strain becomes excessive, you can loosen the chain slightly, but she must remain bound until I release her."

As Theresa and a still-wobbly Jane left the room, Steve turned to the assembled crowd, and said, "Well, that's another problem solved. I won't be subjecting any of you to that kind of display again. I'll find other ways to give them the humiliation they need."

There were a few glazed looks, but no one complained about what they had watched. Steve recounted what he'd learned from his brothers, and answered the few questions that were inspired to the best of his knowledge. Once he'd finished reporting, and answering the questions that followed, he excused himself to 'take care of' his new plaything. He invited everyone to stay to dinner, and promised Phyllis he'd save something to give her some attention after dinner.

Phyllis licked her lips, and shuddered slightly at the thought of what those attentions might be. She wasn't sure quite what she wanted, but she was sure that she'd enjoy whatever she was given. The possibilities seemed endless, and more than a little frightening.

Steve went to his room, and found Jane lying on her stomach, her legs spread slightly, and her ass crack shiny with lubricant. Theresa knelt beside the bed, a tube of lubricant at hand. Steve stood before Theresa, and she took him into her mouth, fluffing him for her sister slave. When he was hard, she touched the tube of lubricant with her hand, looking into Steve's eyes as she did. At his nod, she lubed his cock, then moved out of his way as he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself to penetrate Jane's ass.

Jane whimpered as he pushed his way in, but quieted when he paused after the initial penetration. He began to move in and out of her anus, slowly but relentlessly. She moaned in pain and pleasure as he used her. When he finally came, he pushed his hand under her, reaching for her clit. He brushed his fingers back and forth across it, and she came on the third stroke. Steve pulled out of her ass, and stood up. His stained cock hung in front of Theresa's face, and her eyes widened as he looked at her. He let her sweat for a moment, then said, "Washcloth."

Theresa sighed in relief, the moved quickly to fetch the indicated item, before her master could reconsider. She returned with a soapy cloth, a wet one, and a towel. She cleaned and dried her master's cock, then moved to clean her sister when her master gestured for her to do so. Once everyone was clean, Steve gestured Theresa to stand before him, and he reached for her cunt, fingering her to another orgasm. As Theresa recovered, Steve released Jane's bonds and massaged her arms to relieve the cramps from being confined for so long. A quick shower for the three of them followed, and they left Steve's room to rejoin the others.

The time before dinner, and dinner itself, went by quickly and pleasantly for everyone. Everyone adapted quickly to Jane and Theresa's nudity, and to the servile manner they had adopted towards Steve. Steve took the time to reassure Erica that he wouldn't require nudity or a collar from her, and to give similar assurances to Alexandra. Both women looked relieved, with not even a trace of regret that they wouldn't be asked to expose themselves to all and sundry.

When Steve spoke to Marie, Gretchen, and Patricia, he was careful to say that although he didn't expect nudity or collars from them, he wouldn't object if it was something they wanted. He got an interestingly mixed reaction from them, which he'd expected from their behavior the night of the 'dinner party.' They settled on the 'clothes yes, collar no, thanks' case for the time being, but Steve thought the decision might be revisited someday.

After dinner, Phyllis got the attention she'd been craving, and if she was disappointed at the vanilla nature of the sex, she did an excellent job of hiding it. She wasn't displayed nude for everyone to see, wasn't tied to anything, didn't get anything up the ass, and wasn't clamped, spanked, or paddled. She did get to taste Steve's cock, but he didn't come in her mouth, though she wasn't quite as considerate when he licked and sucked on her clit. When he pushed his erection into her, he gave her a kiss on the lips, and she tasted quite a lot of her fluids on his lips and face as they moved together.

Phyllis went home happy, and Steve gave his wives some attention of their own before they went off to bed. All four wives got an orgasm, but only Sarah got an actual load of Steve's sperm. None of the other women complained at the lack, and Steve went to bed happier than he could remember being; the final tension that had nagged at him was resolved, and there was nothing but smooth sailing ahead.