Gotta Pay the Piper Ch. 20

"Evening, ladies," I began. They grinned at me knowing like I did, I had no need to stand on formalities or even politeness if I so chose. "Lenore is busy in my bedroom tonight and I need to find someplace else to sleep. Do you mind if I join you?" Both women grinned and then giggled.

"We'd love to have you join us, Boss." Sonya said, politely. "But if it's sleep you want, you won't find it here. Well, not until we fuck your lights out and render you too exhausted to move!" Charlene laughed and said, "Hell yeah!"

"Now THAT sounds like fun!" I declared. "But before we get down to business, I have a few things I'd like to discuss. I want your honest opinion. What is so bad about getting your head shaved?" I had a bit of difficulty putting myself in another person's position especially a woman. I was getting better but this threat seemed benign.

Both women's expressions changed from playful sexiness to fear. "Oh FUCK! You heard." Charlene exclaimed. I nodded. "I'm sorry boss. We talked about if we should tell you or Lenore what those girls planned. Well it was more a hopeful scheme that they wished would come true. They cut me out of their plans. I'm ashamed to say Beth intimidated me a bit and told me to butt out. If I was not on board with her, I was against her. No matter, my own opinion, I had to decide which team I was on. I talked it over with Sonya and decided to stand on the sidelines and watch."

"We all knew Sherrie was going to try to take Lenore down and make her a bitch. A slave's slave, unofficially of course." Sonya offered quietly. "I know I could have given Lenore more warning, but she knew what was going on. And she knew it would not be pleasant if she wound up on the bottom. Like I told the others, she is a big girl and could make her own decisions. All I could really do is be as fair as possible afterwards. I talked to Caroline and she told me how things went there. If Lenore decided to be an unofficial slave, I'd go with the flow. The hair shaving part was mean as Hell. We all know what it'd do to Lenore."

"So explain it to me." I said. "It seems a mild punishment."

"Oh, no Bas." Sonya said. "A woman's body image is all important. Breast cancer patients might lose one or both of them as part of the treatment. That cuts them to the core. But survivors are seen as heroes for enduring it. Hair often falls out as a result of chemotherapy or radiation treatments. Again, the woman is seen as a hero and is praised as she endures such a loss. But to just have your hair shaved off. That is a lasting punishment. It is almost impossible to hide. Your looks are altered. At the end of World War II, women who got involved with the enemy had their heads shaved publicly. They had to endure the shame for a long time. Everybody who saw them knew what they had done. I'd bet every girl here would rather have her nipples pierced than her head shaved." Charlene nodded in agreement.

"And nobody thought to tell me what was planned for Lenore?" I asked, quietly. Actually, I was not upset, but merely curious.

"We talked about it." Sonya said, looking at Charlene. "But I heard Lenore telling you to butt out and she was going to handle it her way. You agreed so I took my cue from you. Like I said, she is a big girl. She has to decide how she wants to live her life. She is free so she has that going for her. The rest of us are slaves. We have no choice about our futures. And we will be here as your slaves for many years to come. If she submitted so far to let Sherrie shave her head, well that was on her."

" You'd be her for years unless I decide to sell you." I quipped. A second later I wished I had not said that. Both women's faces clouded. Tears filled their eyes.

"Please, Boss. You gotta keep us!" Charlene immediately cried out. Sonya's expression of horror kept her from saying anything but she nodded emphatically.

"We know we'd never find another owner like you." Sonya exclaimed after a few seconds. "We'll do anything you want!" Charlene nodded in agreement. I calmed them and told them I fully intended to keep them around.

"I just want to be kept informed." I said. "If there is something you think I should know, tell me. I'll do my best to not let others know who told me." They seemed relieved but wary. "So tell me how Rene and Carol are involved and what they said." Of course, I knew what Sherrie had said.

"Those two are scared shitless of the other girls." Charlene said. "They are trying to keep their heads down, go with the flow and not get into trouble. There was a big discussion about slave girl justice at the Hacienda. Joanne and Robin both suggested the idea we do that here. Rene and Carol are afraid the others will vote as a block against them. They do not want to create enemies."

"It wouldn't be open season on a girl just because the others banded together." I protested. "And I have not decided if I will allow it anyway."

"There are other ways girls can screw each other over. Like set up another for trouble with you, Lenore or Sonya." Charlene explained. "Sonya has been expecting that and will do her best to stop it, but still... Or they might just get the crap beaten out of them some night." I was perturbed to hear that. I protested I would not allow that to happen.

"Sure you can punish after the fact. But that does not help the girl who got her face punched into mush or other parts worked over. The beatings could even be hidden and just be painful with no marks. You know what I mean. And it would be the victim's word against her attackers."

"You know how Beth and I treated those women. After a few sessions they obeyed us without thinking. Every now and then we'd feel the need to reinforce our dominance. A girl would be walking out to her car, tired and sore after a hard day and we'd tell her to strip and spread right there. If they didn't obey fast enough, we'd take them back inside and paddle them or worse. And those were free women we had cowed into submission, not another slave living under the same roof."

"Slaves begin to form kind of a warped ideology." Charlene said. "It's not feelings of 'us slaves against the masters'. It's more putting down another slave. I know of slaves who will tear another slave a new one in a heartbeat just to dominate her." Sonya agreed. "They'd torment another slave in ways they'd never have considered doing to another woman when free." Charlene continued. "Some of those things Beth and I did to the women we used as whores were ideas we got from those women themselves." I was incredulous. "Oh yeah. Like using a rubber band to snap a clit or labia. One woman said that was how the slave girls she lived with would punish another without their owner knowing and getting involved. And of course the girls knew better than to tell on the others. Retribution for squealing would be worse."

Sonya said, "We are kinda insulated here, but we still hear stories. Some may be made up but I am sure there is a hidden element of truth behind them. The girls at the hacienda don't go to the garden parties like they did. But they told stories of what happened. They knew some of our girls had recently gone to the doctor to get those implants to stop our periods. Sherrie, Marianne and I have appointments for Tuesday" I knew that as Lenore had recently announced that to the group. "Well, Dr Marge's nurse came up in the conversation. Apparently she has been a mean bitch in the past. She gives the slave's injections. The story goes she really gave Caroline and her mother, Rhonda, Hell one time, going out of her way to humiliate and then punish them. The nurse was also a pretty mean fighter. That was at the time some slave owners let their slaves wrestle and fight each other to submission while the free women watched and bet on them. Winner got to abuse the loser so the girls fought hard. There were standing conflicts so some of the girls took advantage of the opportunity. Clarice asked to fight and she cleaned the nurse's clock because of how she treated her friends. The story is the nurse is still very careful which girls she picks on when they go to see the doctor."

I asked Charlene how she was treated. "There were a handful of us so she was busy and could not really mess with us. But we stood in the hallway outside the exam rooms naked as she went down the line injecting our implants. We were exposed to everybody in the waiting room. The rule for Dr. Marge is slaves are nude when she examines them, so the nurse uses that as an excuse for what she does."

I still found it hard to believe I would not find out if one of the girls was singled out and punished by the others. I said so. "Bas, don't be naive. In old novels they told of Army and Marine troops having blanket parties, a late night attack on somebody who was causing trouble. Imagine this. Late one night Carol and Rene wake up as they are grabbed. Something is stuffed into their mouths so they can't scream. Their faces covered so they cannot really see who is there. They might get punched in the belly several times as warning, but being slaves the punishment would probably be sexual in nature or in a way to not leave overt marks. I'm talking nipples, clit and labia twisted, pinched and pulled as painfully as possible. Maybe even have their pussies fisted. At the end of the ordeal, somebody warns them to play ball or next time it would be worse. Sure you would suspect who did it IF you found out about the attack, but would you just punish everybody? You have always been fair. Those two girls would be accused of trying to start trouble. It would be a mess. It is little wonder Carol and Rene would keep their mouths shut about what those five might have planned to do. Chances are they would not be in the loop for the planning. I certainly wasn't." Sonya said.

"Of course, like I said before, I knew there was a conflict but not what was planned." Sonya admitted. "I was afraid of what we'd find when we got home today. Whatever it was, I doubted Lenore could be able to claim she was attacked and brutalized. She'd have to admit she volunteered for the treatment. You could sell Sherrie off to a mining camp somewhere. No, I was afraid Lenore would present herself as an unofficial slave. I'm glad it turned out otherwise." So was I.

I had realized earlier that I had turned off the audio and video feeds around the house days ago. I did not have time to review all the feeds daily. I had only turned the system back on when I put the new cameras in my own bedroom. I would not want to have revealed their existence unless absolutely necessary. They were on now and I'd be monitoring what went on around my household from now on. Lenore had asked me to remove the cameras in our bedroom. Reluctantly I agreed when she insisted.

After a very active and exhausting night of sex with Charlene and Sonya, I found myself sitting in the kitchen drinking my first cup of coffee. I reflected on recent events. Could I have done anything differently? Was I even in control or just a passenger like Derek said he was. Sonya came in followed by Charlene. Both women gave me passionate kisses and asked me if they should start breakfast or wait until later and cook a brunch. I guess I still had some degree of control around my household. I decided on the brunch.

One by one the women made their way to the kitchen. I was surprised to see Sherrie arrive stark naked. She did not offer a word of explanation nor, I noticed, did anybody ask. She had little to say outside of the ordinary except to ask Sonya if we had extra hydrogen peroxide around as she did not find any in the pantry. She needed to clean her rings.

After our brunch I went to shower. I emerged to find Lenore waiting. "Thanks for not saying anything about Sherrie being naked." she said. "She is not overly happy but accepts the punishment. It is a mild slap on the wrist, considering. I want the others to see those rings all day."

"Are you going to leave the rings or add more?" I asked as I toweled myself dry.

"I told Sherrie she could ask to have them removed." Lenore offered with a smile. "She won't. Not after all her proclamations of love and obedience. I can't appear soft and change my mind about them. Not unless they get infected and I certainly do not want to risk that."

I took the hint. "You want me to make the decision to remove the rings." I stated.

"Well as master of the house, you could." Lenore whispered as she kissed me and rubbed up against my naked body. "But maybe wait a few days to decide." I shook my head, thinking about what Derek said. The women ran his household. He was merely along for the ride.