Society 1.8: Modernus Eruditio

Jason had to laugh at her exaggerated aggrieved tone. Taking another bite, he waited for her to finish a sip of mimosa before she continued.

"But anyone can follow the Ten Commandments if they put half their heart into it. Besides, those all make fairly decent sense, in general. Every once in awhile there was a death that was caused by someone. Or a theft. So those people paid. Then someone figured out, somewhere along the way, that they could get people to pay for their 'sins'.

"The priest and priestesses of just about every organized religion sold forgiveness. That was their stock in trade. If one did not want to be good day in and day out, then one could just show up on the Sabbath and buy one's way into God's heart." Elena rolled her eyes at that ridiculousness.

Jason got it. He sneered cynically. "And the more sins there are, the more likely that people will need to pay. Or will think they need to pay," he amended.

"Exactly."

"Jesus turned over the money-changer's tables."

"Mm. Yes, he did. And it was one of the many reasons why he was crucified. Trying to take money out of religion, or politics, is a good way to find oneself in an early grave."

Jason loved their fascinating discussion. It lasted through their leisurely breakfast. When their plates were clear and their glasses empty, he filled the tray with their dishes and set it in the hallway. Once the door was shut again, he flipped the lock and returned to her side.

"How may I serve, Mistress?"

Elena sighed. "I suppose we should get to work. Although I would love for you to satisfy my needs, I am far too full with our dear Miguel's lovely breakfast. If you would be so kind as to open the door?"

"Yes, Mistress." Jason swept aside the tapestry to reveal the hidden door. Running through the complicated combinations of locks took a few minutes. His beloved Mistress was thrilled when he remembered it accurately.

The door popped open enough to be moved on smooth hinges. Jason stepped back for his Mistress to precede him. It was another minor point of etiquette that caught Elena's attention. There was no real reason to put Jason through the Etiquette and

Comportment training that she had planned. Perhaps a few of the later lessons on the finer points between the Council members. But he certainly didn't need two months of training, like she had planned.

While Elena walked down the corridors on auto-pilot, she tried to pull together a new timeline for Jason's training. He didn't need six months of bottom training, either. Or two years of ass-stretching. Forget about cunnilingus training altogether. That was perfect.

Jason was amazed all over again when he followed his Mistress into the massive hidden library. He could easily spend three lifetimes in this place. Just the glass display cases alone could hold his attention for a decade or two.

Elena had to smile at her sweet boy's darting eyes. Such a curious soul. "What do you think of Hatshepsut so far, Jason?"

Jason's mind flashed back to the transcript he had read the night before. "I heard of her before. She was erased, as much as possible, by Thutmose III. What happened to her line? Who took over as Keeper of The Scrolls?

"Neferure was her daughter. She was the Mistress of the Upper and Lower Nile. She trained to be God's Wife. 'God' being Thutmose III. He was very fond of his step-sister, by his own accounts. Of course, it was expected that they would join, as Thutmose II joined with Hatshepsut.

"They did join for a short while. Unfortunately, after several miscarriages, they were unable to produce a live heir of either sex. Neferure prayed extensively for guidance from our beloved Goddess. She claimed that our Goddess told her that she must separate the lines. No more in-breeding. It was reinforcing diseases. Like the skin condition that, in a round-about way, killed Hatshepsut.

"So Neferure dissolved their joining. She had the Scrolls moved to the Phoenician islands. It was a vast undertaking, even back then. Thutmose III was heartbroken. But it was not anger that made him order the erasure of Hatshepsut's name in so many places. He was trying to protect Neferure by erasing her history as God's Wife."

"Protect her?"

"Mm. Thutmose's mother was the concubine Isis. She was deeply involved in palace intrigues and power games. Personally, I would have sent her off to a lovely prison somewhere. Forbade contact. Cancer like that should be cut out.

"Speaking of cancer, it is suspected that is what killed Hatshepsut. Carcinogenic toxins in a treatment that she used for the chronic skin condition that I mentioned. Personally, I do not think that it was an accidental addition. She was not very versed in herbs, and she trusted her priests far too much. Judging by Thutmose III's protective actions towards Neferure, I can guess whom he suspected of the crime."

Jason absorbed that information, along with a multitude of other tidbits, while they pulled together their first armloads of books. Of course it was amazing. Mistress Elena's lineage was phenomenal. Her family history was the history of humanity.

When they turned to the scanning room, his eyes locked on the busts of Mistress Selena and her beloved sub Iason. That was the most incredible part of all this wonderful insanity. Almost exactly two thousand years ago, Mistress Selena was the Premier Mistress of the Society, and Keeper of The Scrolls. Mistress Elena and her could pass for twins. So could he and her beloved sub Iason.

He had always considered himself to be agnostic. But not now. He believed in a Goddess that had created him. Specifically for her. And vice versa. She put these needs in him. He had to believe that She put the knowledge of how to satisfy his Mistress in him, too.

"Mistress Elena?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Will you tell me more about our Goddess?"

Elena huffed out a half laugh. She flipped to a new page and pressed the scanner's button while she composed an answer to that huge question.

"Of course, little one. She was often depicted as the Mother, or the Fertility Goddess. Venus was the closest in the Roman mythos. The druids saw her as the All Mother. Throughout most of human history, the feminine was revered. It was only when 'civilization', and please believe that I use that term loosely, encroached that we see the misogyny creep in."

Jason nodded thoughtfully. "Women are not as interested in playing the power games, I think."

Elena threw her head back and laughed. The husky sound shot straight to Jason's gut, and twisted it into knots. He had a sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to pounce on her. Fasten his teeth on that creamy throat, and drive his cock deep into her throbbing heat.

"Oh, my darling, that is so sweet. But I am afraid you are vastly misinformed. Women are master players. We were so very good at it, that men had to fight back with more than words. They simply beat us into submission. They were built to be our protectors. The guards became the jailors. And, quite frankly, it is our own damned fault."

Jason blinked at that assessment. He shook out of his wild fantasies, and tried to focus on both flipping pages and figuring out her latest lesson. "How is it the fault of females?"

"Ah, well... The male ego is such a fragile thing. Did we stroke it enough? Too much? What was the tipping point? We will probably never know. But the only way to gain a true balance is through equality.

"Which is why we have The Council. Power is shared between male and female, with all sides being represented. Ideally, the Masters and Mistresses also represent the needy ones that they are most suited to fulfill."

Elena watched Jason out of the corner of her eye while she continued her work on autopilot. He nodded thoughtfully, and asked another cogent question. She answered that, and offered him another breadcrumb. Their conversation lasted through the rest of their respective bookshelves.

Glancing at her watch, Elena sighed. "We might as well leave it at that. We'll get to work on the next shelves tomorrow. Come, darling. You will satisfy my needs, then fetch lunch. We are expecting all of our little friends soon. I will release them to play while Erik and I perform your sounding training."

Jason desperately wanted to prolong their work, and fascinating discussion. But he bit his tongue. "Yes, Mistress," he agreed submissively. At least his first cock fucking would not be performed in front of all the guys.

While he followed his beloved Mistress, he thought about that just a bit further. It made sense, really. She had just said that men's egos were fragile. He hid his little laugh. Yeah, it definitely made sense. She wouldn't want him to lose face. That's why she didn't want to grow her House so fast.

But now that their Goddess had intervened, for whatever unknown reason, Mistress Elena was doing her best to still perform his training in private, as much as possible. Of course Erik would be there. Which reminded him...

"Mistress, are you still planning on sending Erik to Mistress Ray?"

Elena halted in the middle of the spiral staircase. Her jaw dropped. How could she have forgotten that huge detail? She left it completely up in the air. It had to be weighing on Erik. Oh, good Goddess. She heard a little laugh, and rolled her eyes up.

Turning, she laughed and shook her head as she looked down at her beloved. "You are beyond perfect, Jason. No, I am not still planning on sending Erik to Mistress Ray. I need to put him on my books, as well. Thank you for reminding me, little one. Perfect. Just perfect."

Jason flushed bright red and grinned at his chest. His beloved Mistress ran her fingers through his hair and laughed again before turning to rush back up the stairs.

"I am looking forward to watching your play tonight, darling. Master Jacob's little ones are very eager to meet you, after all of your delicious shows."

"Thank you for your generosity, Mistress."

Jason thought about Master Jacob's boys while he followed his Mistress up the spiral stairs. Jake and Marcus were a couple of sweet tops. Blake seemed like a rough rider, from what Jason had seen. Luke was definitely a bottom. Master Jacob had more, of course, but those were the ones on the list to visit. To use him.

Elena wished that they could steal another lovely day together, but her darling boy really did have other work to do. Her lips curled in anticipation. Yes, she was very pleased with her new path. The destination would be the same, but the journey would be much more enjoyable than her original plan.

Jason watched his beloved Mistress's hips sway seductively under her thick robe. He knew damn well that she was naked under it. He was within arms' reach. He could dive on her. Bend her over the railing, and bury his cock deep in her throbbing heat.

She needed it. He knew she did. She needed at least two cocks. She needed to sit her pretty ass down on Erik's anchor cock to fill that hungry little hole. Then she needed her slippery pussy pounded hard.

His wild fantasies became even more erotic. She needed fingers, too. And fists. How far could he stretch that pretty pussy?

He'd never fisted a pussy before yesterday. But he loved doing it for Mistress Elena. While he drilled one hand into each hole, she screamed and shook. When she finally came, she did so violently; bucking while he punched her holes wide open.

Jason was so lost in his erotic memories that he was surprised when they were suddenly in her room again. Mistress Elena turned to him, and laughed lightly.

"Ah... such a beautiful tool. I do wonder what my darling little one has been thinking about."

Jason blushed furiously. His Mistress's eyes were locked on his throbbing hard cock. He almost tried to dissemble, but his tongue couldn't produce a lie for her. He bowed his head submissively and glared at his cock while he confessed his desires.

"I want to fist your holes open, like yesterday, my beloved Mistress.

Elena's clit twitched hard. "Ah. It was a lovely fisting. Did you have any experience prior to yesterday, darling?"

Jason shook his head. "No, beloved Mistress. Only Mistress Hannah's videos. And yours."

"Mm. It had been months since I took two fists," she mentioned almost casually. Waving toward the secret door, she indicated that he should handle that before his other duties.

Jason shut the elaborately carved door and reset the locks, then tugged the tapestry back into place. When he turned, he found that Mistress Elena had already dropped her robe on the chair next to the fire. She was settling back into a lounging position on her bed.

Jason settled into Position Nineteen to wait for orders. He watched under lowered lids while his Mistress shifted uncomfortably. His muscles jumped. He desperately wanted to fluff her pillows. Biting his lip, he watched her reach behind her awkwardly to move the bolster. He simply couldn't take it.

"Please Mistress, may I assist?"

Elena had to chuckle at her sweet boy's not-quite-hidden anxious expression.

"By all means, darling." Elena allowed herself to be pampered into place.

Tamping down on her trainer's instinct to instruct, she laid back and relaxed. Why bother to train him when he was so perfect? Waving toward the dresser, she smiled expectantly.

Jason gathered the essentials. He felt surprisingly calm. Of course he was excited, but his cock wasn't quite as throbbing hard. Trying to force it down, he focused on the lube and toys.

Scenes of internet porn flashed back to him. Incredible stretching and fisting. He knew she could take a lot. A dildo and fist in each hole. That drove her through the roof last night. Why mess with a winning formula?

But Jason wanted to make it even better for her. He added clamps and a chain to the lube on the tray. He couldn't drill her and bite her tits at the same time. Picking up the tray, he set it on the bedside table. Then he pulled her favorite dildos out of the drawer. The ones that she kept close for her convenience. The ones that were the approximate dimensions of Erik's cock, and his.

When his beloved Mistress pulled her knees back and wide, he took that as invitation to begin. She was already slick with need. He could smell her heady scent.

Sliding into place between her legs, he started with a dollop of lube on her puckered hole. He watched his finger work the lube into her ass with a kind of detatched excitement. Like it was a scene on his computer screen.

Jason focused on easing her open, and exciting her. He rubbed her clit hood firmly in rhythm of his finger in her ass. Adding another finger, he twisted and tickled.

Elena sighed happily. It was a sweet fingering. She loved Jason's long, elegant, talented fingers playing in her holes. Unfortunately, only one hole was filled. As if he heard her thoughts, he adjusted to slide his other two fingers into her pussy. Oh, yes. Perfect.

Jason's cock twitched hard when his beloved Mistress moaned, and then melted. Keeping up his work in her holes, he pinched and rubbed harder on her clit hood. Her legs started to shake, just a tiny bit. She was ready. Almost.

First, he had to lube her up. Deep. Pulling his fingers out reluctantly, he kept up his clit tease while he grabbed the lube probe. His beloved Mistress melted for that, too. She loved being lubed. A Pavlovian response. Her body knew she was about to be stretched and pounded into submission.

Yesterday's epiphanies came back to him. He had to learn how to satisfy all of the needy ones. Including his beloved Mistress. She was a slut, in many different categories. Anal pain, vaginal pain, tit pain, and definitely a come slut. He had to satisfy all of her needs. And there were probably more.

He focused on what he knew so far, and watched for more clues. Once her ass was properly lubed, he filled it with the bigger of the dildos. Then he slid the dildo that was the size of his cock into her pussy.

Jamming his thigh against the dildos to hold them in place, he hovered over his beloved Mistress and got to work clamping her nipples. They were already tight buds, but he teased and twisted to make them harder. While he rolled them roughly into hard pebbles, he pondered her tits. Bouncing, beautiful tits. She probably wanted them tied. Not today, though.

Elena's breasts heaved while she took in gulping breaths. Jason was rubbing his quad against the dildos buried in her holes. Her head was spinning a bit already. When he clamped her nipples hard, then chained them together, her pussy flooded. She bucked on Jason's leg before she could stop herself.

Jason hid his little smile while he tugged on the clamps. Easing back, he abandoned that little project with a couple of hard slaps to her jiggling tits. Her low moan of arousal made him want to halt the program and grab some rope. He knew right where it was... No. Fist her.

Elena was amazed again. Jason took control with a firm grasp. He read her needs. He really was perfect. When he started working the dildos in her holes, she forgot to think. Accepting this wonderful gift from her beloved Goddess, she relaxed and opened for the pleasure, and pain.

Ignoring his hard cock, Jason focused on his beloved Mistress's needs. He worked her holes open methodically. Then he ordered her into Position Three. When she grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide, he had a clear shot at both her holes and her breasts.

He teased her by slapping her tits around. He humped her leg with his hard cock; his pre-come easing the way. Rubbing his thigh against the dildos, he angled to get her clit, too. His beloved Mistress started making the most sexy mewling sound he'd ever heard.

Jason twisted the clamps and started methodically torturing her perfect breasts. He slapped, bit, and squeezed. She loved it all. He worked her tits over with meticulous attention to detail. When the mewling transformed into needy cries, he pulled back with two final hard slaps. Yes, he was definitely going to tie those tits up.

But his Mistress needed his attention elsewhere. It felt like a fountain between her shaking thighs. He'd never been with a woman who was so eager, and wet. Needy. He focused on satisfying her itch.

After lubing up his hands thoroughly, he aimed, and started to work on her ass. Sliding along the huge dildo, he watched her hole stretch around his wrist. His cock twitched hard. Before she could catch her breath, he started working his other hand into her pussy.

Elena reeled. The invasion was slow, but relentless. He drilled his hands deep, then started twisting. Using the dildos, he found her limits, and rubbed against them. Scratching her deepest itch. Then he pulled back enough to begin pounding.

Jason watched with that strange, detached awe. He had seen toys being used like this. Not a lot, but there were some who needed this much pain, and stretching. But he knew that she could take even more. Slamming against her limits, he watched her fly into orbit, screaming and shaking violently. He didn't let up. Come sluts needed to keep coming.

He forced scream after scream out of his beloved Mistress. When she started writhing, with tears streaming down her face, he pushed her harder. Only when her screams turned to sobs did he start to back off.

His beloved Mistress's breath was still heaving when he gently pulled his hands out of her holes. She moaned and bucked up for more. He resisted the urge to slap her pretty ass. Barely. Hiding his chuckle, he removed the dildos slowly.

Jason had to pry her white-knuckled fingers from around her ankles. Her arms fell limply to the bed while he lowered her quivering legs. Once the nipple clamps were removed, he slid his beloved Mistress under the blankets and tucked them around her tight.

Elena drifted while Jason cleaned up the toys and put the room to rights. She barely twitched when he washed her with a warm wet cloth, then dried her tender flesh with soft pats. By the time he slipped out of the room, she was asleep.