Authors: Emily Tilton
Gretchen felt her brow furrow. Suddenly Martin seemed to be treating her the way she had expected to be treated, judging from orientation—the way his neighbor Joseph would have treated her. “Yes, sir,” she said.
“Alright, get going, please.”
Still more puzzled, Gretchen obeyed.
Chapter Fifteen
Heather looked down at Beth, tightly bound over the spanking bench with leather cuffs at waist, wrists, knees, and ankles. She had succumbed to the temptation to drop her own pants, in order to confront her new maenad with her tastefully trimmed but still quite fleecy cunt, such a marked contrast to Beth’s own newly hairless one. She didn’t press her sex against the girl’s face, though. Not yet. Instead, she stroked Beth’s cheek with the knuckles of her right hand.
“Did they tell you in orientation, girl, why the Enclosure Act was passed?”
Beth, pretty, naked, and perhaps a little anxious but not, Heather noted with approval, truly afraid, looked up at her mistress and said, “Ms. Trainor said that it was because not enough babies were being born.”
“And did any of you ask her
why
not enough babies were being born?”
It was difficult for Beth to hold her head up, positioned as she was, strapped down on all fours, but she lifted her face again to look mutely into Heather’s eyes and shake her head
no
. Heather smiled, and went to get the chair in which she loved to sit on these occasions.
Heather had a ritual for maenads’ first nights. Diana, who had her two new girls in the next room—they were in the section of the Maenad Club built into a series of private sex rooms—had a different one, and Heather could hear that her girls were already moaning with pleasure; Diana probably had bound them head-to-tail and perhaps had even promised a prize to the first girl to come. If so, the prize would be the girl’s first whipping at her mistress’ hands.
Heather’s ritual involved the careful instruction of a new girl in the truths of life on Athena and of her new life on Athena in particular and the simultaneous awakening of the girl to the submissive pleasure for which she had been chosen. Little Beth of the brown hair, as Heather had determined in the initial inspection back on Earth, had given herself to a man soon after turning eighteen. In her visits to the orientation center Heather had learned, as she questioned Beth patiently, that the man had been a powerful councilor to her tribal chief, who hadn’t wanted to get Beth pregnant and so had pulled out before he came, the two times he had fucked her.
Beth confessed that she had liked being fucked, especially the second time. When Heather asked what she liked about it, Beth gave a very sure sign of a submissive nature. The girl said with a fierce blush, “I liked the way it felt to have his body holding me down, and the way his… thing just kept doing it, because it was what he wanted.”
Heather got the special chair, specially designed so that when she placed it in front of a girl on the spanking bench, sat in it, and then moved forward to sit at its front edge, spreading her legs and leaning back, the girl on the bench would have full access to Heather’s cunt and anus with lips and tongue.
When she had placed the chair there, enjoying the confusion in Beth’s brown eyes, she said, as she sat down, her face having descended to a level that would make it easier for Beth to look at her mistress, in addition, very soon, to going down on her, “Athenian women didn’t want to have children.”
“Oh,” Beth said, as if she couldn’t think of any other way to respond.
Heather smiled. “Did it ever occur to you that a girl might have a say in the matter?”
“No, ma’am,” Beth said.
“Exactly,” Heather replied. “And why not?”
Beth looked like the question made no sense at all to her. “Because… a girl just has babies? When a man takes her, and he wants her to have babies?”
Heather nodded encouragingly. “And how did it work in your tribe, when a man took a girl?”
“Well, when my friend Jess had her baby—it was the chief’s fifth boy—she said he just came to her family’s room in the old house where there were, I don’t know, four or five families, most of them just mothers and their kids. We lived in another big old house… one of the old women said that our tribe lived in a place where rich people used to live.”
Heather smiled and let Beth tell the story her own way; one of the essential things in introducing a new maenad to her life at the club was to make certain that she felt she could say anything she wanted, the way she wanted to say it. Erika had laid down the law very specifically on that point, and over the ten years of the club’s existence so far, it had made for newly minted citizens—the twelve girls who had served two years at the club and then borne four children—who supported the Maenad Club with a fierce loyalty, and looked at Erika, Heather, and Diana with awe, as leaders and even as heroines.
She nodded to Beth to continue, for the girl seemed lost in her memories for a moment. “Well,” Beth said, “the chief came to her family’s room one evening right after supper and told her to come with him. It was a little sad because there was a boy that Jess liked a lot, but her mother said she mustn’t be foolish. So Jess went with the chief.”
“And what did Jess tell you about what the chief did with her?” Heather prompted gently.
Beth blushed. “She said he told her he was going to make a baby in her pussy, and she should take off her clothes and lie down. Then he came and… did it. She said it hurt a lot, but he kept her there all night and all the next day, and kept doing it to her. He brought her food, she said, and he wasn’t mean, but he said he had had his eye on her for a while, and that it was time she had one of his babies inside her.”
The savage idea fascinated Beth, Heather could see, as it did so many of the relict girls who came to Athena knowing that they must suffer a similar fate at the hands of the civilized elites who had a problem to solve and no other way to solve it.
“How was that different,” Heather asked, “from the way it was with you?”
“With Bart, you mean? The one who did it to me?”
Heather nodded.
“Well, he already had six kids, and he told me that he wanted to give me a baby, too, but the chief would have been angry with him.”
“Why?” Heather asked, fascinated herself now, despite her usual disinterest in the ways of the savage relicts.
“Oh, the chief wanted to be the man with the most children. The old women said that his father once exiled a man who had too many kids.”
“So why did Bart take you?” Heather moved her chair forward a little, almost noiselessly on the soft carpet of the sex room. Next door it sounded like one of Diana’s girls was receiving her prize: Heather couldn’t hear the crack of the strap, but the girl’s cries sounded unambiguously like those of one receiving her first really severe whipping. Such a whipping lay in Beth’s near future, too, but only after Heather had enlightened her as to why she would get it.
“I don’t know?” Beth said in a whisper, her eyes wide and her brow furrowed as Heather spread her thighs to present the girl with a cunt that had grown rather warm and wet as the relict girl had narrated the erotic affairs of her tribe.
“I think you can guess,” Heather said softly. “I think you know that it has something to do with this.” As she spoke she moved her right hand to her pussy, and spread herself open between her two middle fingers, to show Beth where she must put her tongue in just a moment.
“Ma’am?”
“Kiss my cunt now, girl, and I shall tell you,” Heather murmured in a low voice with a tiny hint of menace. She looked into Beth’s sweet eyes. The girl had been made to give a little head at the end of the Taking, of course, but that hadn’t lasted long, and Heather had commanded her new girl’s mouth’s attendance, then. It was a different thing, she knew, to see a woman’s cunt clearly, and smell it with its strange and magical scent, and then to bend your head to lap at it in service and tribute, the way Heather herself had once done for Erika in her own initiation.
With a little whimper, Beth obeyed, and Heather sighed at the lovely feeling of a submissive tongue learning to please, and at the sight of a new maenad paying the service she owed to her mistress. She rested her left hand gently on the girl’s head, keeping her right hand upon her pussy, holding it open for the sweet tongue that lapped there. “Right on my clit, girl,” Heather commanded, and the soft little tip of the pleasing organ pressed just where it should, making Heather moan.
Then she said in a thicker voice than she had used before, “He wanted to fuck you, for the pleasure of it.” Beth seemed to make her tongue more active at these words, and Heather found herself beginning to breathe very quickly. “Cunts are for babies, but because they’re for babies, nature has also made them for pleasure. Yes, girl, just like that. Good girl. Now watch how I play with myself. You must learn to do that, too, but only when you have permission. If you do it without permission, you will be caned.”
With her left hand in Beth’s hair, she held the girl’s face, wet now with Heather’s arousal, just above her cunt, and showed how the pleasure locked in a woman’s body could be released.
“Your relict man felt pleasure in his cock, but you felt pleasure in your cunt, too, didn’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Beth said quietly.
Heather continued to play languidly with her clit, now and then running two fingers down and into her cunt’s recesses, giving herself a little finger-bang to show Beth the different things that brought a pussy pleasure.
“We elites separated the babies from the pleasure. Our ancestors thought that women would want to keep having children, and they built this station to hold twice the number of people who first came to live on it; and they made sure that when the time came they could make it even bigger, if they had to. But almost immediately, the birthrate plummeted. It had already begun to fall while the elites were building Athena in space and living in their separated community on Earth.”
Heather released Beth’s hair and pushed the chair back. She stood up, smiling down at Beth’s renewed puzzlement. Keeping a new maenad guessing, and reinforcing her natural—and correct—impression that she dealt with a kind of woman very, very different from herself and in many ways vastly superior to her, represented one of the most important goals of Heather’s initiation ritual.
Arousal, too, had a vital role to play, and now Heather moved around the spanking bench to Beth’s rear. Beth turned her head to try to see what her mistress would do, but Heather said, “Eyes forward, girl,” and gave a sharp spank to the middle of Beth’s cute little backside, presented so charmingly and so nicely opened by the construction of the bench—Erika’s design, of course.
Beth gave a little yelp, and turned back to the wall in front of her, where, if Heather guessed correctly, she noticed now for the first time a picture of a satyr and two maenads. One of the maenads wore a strap-on, and it was that one who had penetrated the other’s anus, while the satyr had stuffed her mouth full of his enormous cock—a penis, as always with horse-tailed, goat-like satyrs, of ambiguous humanity.
Heather returned her hand to her new maenad’s backside, but much more gently now, rubbing lightly with her fingertips until she had spread the girl’s wetness all up and down the furrow of her young cunt. Beth gave little questioning cries, and then she moaned long and low as Heather bent down and let her feel for the first time what an experienced tongue could do. She had the urge to get the strap-on that instant, so bewitching did she find the girl’s responses, but there still remained a little bit of lesson to get through. She stood and returned her fingers to Beth’s clit, just keeping her going as she continued to speak.
“You see,” she said, “you relict girls grew up knowing that you would be inseminated and bear children. Elite women grow up knowing that they will shape the future of their community. They like to fuck, most of them, but they don’t really like to fuck in the manner men want to fuck them, for the most part. A few elite women—like me—don’t mind being fucked that way so much. Your new friend Gretchen’s master fucked me that way, once upon a time, and I enjoyed it.”
Little sounds of pleasure came from Beth, as Heather pressed her middle finger, well lubricated with the girl’s arousal, against the little anus. “I even like being fucked here, from time to time.” She pushed the finger in, and Beth whimpered in response.
“But I don’t want to have children, and I don’t want to be at a man’s beck and call, even as good a man as Martin Lourcy.”
Chapter Sixteen
Martin looked at Gretchen, lying face down over the firm pillow he had placed on the bed to raise her backside up for fucking. Why had he pushed away his tenderness toward her suddenly like that, after Gretchen had said that she would like to have his child inside her? Through the simple dinner he had made, of greens and the artificial protein steaks Martin grew in his facility, whose molecular and cell structure was precisely that of Earth beef but which Gretchen confirmed didn’t taste quite right, he had managed to keep himself from thinking of the strange moment. Now, though, the memory seemed to rise up and demand an answer.
Talking of his job, and telling her about how the administrative units of Athena functioned in relation to one another, and thus enforcing on Gretchen a respectful silence, Martin focused on the words he said, and not on the way he had felt as he fucked the woman he had taken as his wife, and then the thing he had felt after, that had made him order her out of bed to wash herself between her legs and to change the sheets, so that he could fuck her again, as much as he wanted, on this her first night of belonging to him.
After dinner, he said, “Wash up—they taught you how to use the kitchen, in orientation?” and she nodded mutely, searching his face as if trying to determine which man Martin was now. Somehow it provoked him, and he said, on the same strange, cruel impulse that he did not understand, “After that, go to my room—it’s next to yours—and lie over the pillows I’ve put on the bed, with your bottom nice and high for me. I need to fuck you again. Your face to the far wall, away from the door, so I can look at you as much as I want before I have you.”