Chapter 34
CHAPTER 34
G amma
I went immediately to Tessara, conscious of how hasty I would look to Thornton and Blackwood but not caring in the slightest. I had felt her inside my mind, during her whipping, and I could feel how confused—and yet how gratifyingly happy and needy—the new connection had made her.
I reached my lovely, penitent girl a full two strides in front of the other guardians. I put my hand on her punished bottom and held her gently there as I leaned very close and murmured in her ear.
“It’s real, sweet one. We share a very special bond, now.”
I accompanied my words with a gentle pressure, a soft flow of my thoughts and emotions. I poured a little of my mind out along the rope of consciousness that had connected our brains and even the rest of our bodies, at the level of our very nervous systems in this ineffable way. I showed her what my enormous blue hand looked like on her poor little bottom.
Tessara let out a deep, wrenching sob, and I heard my handheld chime urgently in my coat pocket.
Next to me, just arrived and already fondling Elara’s adorable backside, I heard Blackwood chuckle.
“Miss Tessara is indeed responsive, isn’t she?” he said. “Elara is, too, though she would never admit it.”
The words drew little gasps from both girls. I heard a beep from Blackwood’s pocket that answered the one from mine.
To my other side, I heard Thornton growl into Lydia’s ear, his voice low and husky, “Do you want your little cunny turned up, you naughty girl?”
Lydia let out a soft whimper, her body trembling visibly and the alert noise from Thornton’s coat matching the previous ones. “P-please, sir,” she whispered, her voice thick with need.
Blackwood’s hand roamed over Elara’s punished bottom, his fingers tracing the raised welts. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. “Taking your punishment so bravely. Don’t you deserve a little reward now?”
Elara’s breath hitched. “Yes, sir,” she breathed. “If… if you think I do.”
The room filled with the soft sounds of flesh against flesh as Thornton and Blackwood began to caress their wards more intimately. I could hear the wet sounds of fingers sliding through slick folds, accompanied by the girls’ muffled moans and sobs of mingled pain and pleasure. The subtle chiming of their governors became almost continuous, a strange but seductive sort of music that indicated our naughty girls’ submissive needs.
Lydia’s voice rose in a keening whine. “Oh! Oh, sir, please…”
“Hush now,” Thornton admonished gently. “Take what I give you, girl. Earn your cunny’s pleasure.”
Elara’s quiet sobs turned to gasps of frustrated ecstasy. “Thank you, sir,” she whimpered. “Thank you… please… please turn it… please, sir…”
I turned my attention back to Tessara, my hand still resting on her blazing bottom. Slowly, I let my fingers trail lower, brushing against her inner thighs. She shivered at my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Tessara,” I murmured, leaning close to her ear. “You are the first woman I’ve ever connected with this way. It’s… extraordinary. This is how Sala and Alpha connect—this deep, intimate bond of consciousness.”
My fingers found her wet heat, and I began to stroke her gently. Tessara’s hips bucked against my hand, a strangled cry torn from her throat. Her governor chimed.
“Oh, Gamma,” she gasped. “I… I can feel you. In my mind. It’s… it’s…”
“I know, sweet one,” I soothed, continuing my ministrations. “Let yourself feel it. Let yourself feel me. Let the governor teach you what you need.”
“Miss Tessara,” Dr. Porter said, his clipped, didactic voice cutting through the haze of lewd noises, “I imagine you find this part of our little discipline session surprising, in light of what you’ve learned about Prosperian culture.”
“Yes, sir,” my sweet girl gasped, her hips thrusting as she tried to ride my probing fingers more fully.
Around us, the room was filled with the sounds of pleasure and pain intermingled. Lydia’s and Elara’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as their guardians worked them on the edge of what their governors would allow. The wet sounds of fingers sliding through slick folds echoed in the charged atmosphere.
“We consider it of crucial importance,” Dr. Porter continued, “that despite the preciousness of a bride’s innocence and virginity, she nevertheless understands the pleasure that obedience will bring. Therefore a girl’s guardian has the right and duty to ensure she receives discipline not only from his cane but from his knowing hand.”
I focused on Tessara herself, on the exquisite sensations flowing between us. I could feel her pleasure building, could sense the mélange of shame and arousal swirling through her mind. With each stroke of my fingers, I sent waves of approval and desire along our mental connection.
“That’s it,” I encouraged softly. “You’re doing so well, Tessara. Such a good girl for me. Should I let you feel more?”
Tessara
“Please… oh… please…” I gasped, unable to think of anything but that single word, and how I could sense not only my own curbed arousal at Gamma’s enormous fingers’ mastery of my cunny, but my guardian’s pleasure to hear me beg him for more.
His deep voice rumbled in my ear, sending a new shudder through my limbs. “Tessara, sweet one, what we’re experiencing is extraordinary. Do you know it took Alpha and Sala years to develop this level of mental connection?”
My eyes widened in wonder, a thrill of happiness coursing through me despite the lingering pain in my bottom and the mind-stealing distraction of his hand between my thighs. To think that Gamma and I had achieved in mere days what had taken his fellow Collective member years! The revelation made me feel special, cherished in a way I had never experienced before.
Around us, the room was filled with a symphony of desperate pleas and muffled moans. I heard Lydia’s voice rise in a keening whine. “Oh, Mr. Thornton, I’m so sorry! Please forgive me. I’ll be good, I promise. Please… please have mercy! Turn… turn… me up, please…”
Elara’s softer tones followed, her words punctuated by little gasps and sobs. “Mr. Blackwood, sir, I’m truly repentant. I know I disappointed you. Please… oh! Please forgive me. I’ll try so hard to be a proper lady.”
Their words, their desperate need for forgiveness and approval, resonated deep within me. I felt an overwhelming urge to join them, to beg Gamma for his forgiveness and mercy. The need between my thighs had become an exquisite torment, my governor’s work continuous as it curbed the desperate arousal Gamma’s skilled fingers were stoking.
“Gamma,” I whimpered, my voice thick with unshed tears and shameful need. “I’m so sorry. So sorry for touching myself without permission, for talking about lewd things with the other girls. Please forgive me. Please… oh!”
My words dissolved into a gasp as Gamma’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. I could feel his approval radiating through our mental connection, spurring me on.
“I’ll be good for you, I promise,” I continued, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush. “I’ll learn to control myself. I’ll be the perfect Prosperian lady. Just please… please…”
I couldn’t finish the thought. All I could focus on was the burning need between my thighs, the way Gamma’s fingers played me like a finely tuned instrument. I longed for release, for the sweet oblivion of climax, even as I knew it was impossible unless my guardian turned up my governor.
“Please what, sweet girl?” Gamma’s voice was low, teasing. “Tell me what you need.”
“I… I need…” I stammered, my cheeks burning with shame even as my hips rocked against his hand. “I need to come. Please, Gamma. Please let me come. I can’t… I can’t bear it!”
My desperate plea hung in the air, joining the chorus of arousal and repentance that filled the room. I held my breath, waiting for Gamma’s response, unable to think of anything but the exquisite torment between my thighs.
Gamma’s hand stilled between my thighs, and I let out a whimper of frustration. Then I felt his other arm wrap around my waist, gently turning me away from the wall.
“Come, sweet one,” he murmured. “Let’s get more comfortable.”
As Gamma guided me across the room, I became acutely aware of the movements around us. To my right, I saw Mr. Thornton leading Lydia toward one of the large armchairs. Her steps were unsteady, her bottom clenching and unclenching with each movement, causing the angry red welts to shift and stretch. The sight made me wince in sympathy, my own punished flesh throbbing in response.
To my left, Mr. Blackwood guided Elara with a firm hand on the small of her back. I caught a glimpse of her tearstained face, flushed with a mixture of pain, shame, and desperate arousal. Her freckles stood out starkly against her reddened skin, and I noticed how she bit her lower lip, clearly struggling to control her need.
The carpet was soft, but each step sent little shockwaves of pain through my welted bottom, making me gasp. I could feel Gamma’s steadying presence both physically and mentally, his thoughts a soothing balm to my frayed nerves.
As we approached one of the oversized armchairs, I felt a fresh wave of embarrassment wash over me. The chair seemed to loom before us, a throne of impending pleasure and shame. Its rich burgundy leather gleamed in the afternoon light.
Gamma settled into the chair, the upholstered wood creaking softly under his weight. Then, with gentle but firm hands, he guided me onto his lap. I let out a small cry as my punished bottom made contact with the rough fabric of his trousers. The pain was sharp and immediate, making my eyes water anew.
“Shh, it’s alright,” Gamma soothed, his large hand rubbing circles on my back. “Let yourself feel it all, Tessara. The pain, the pleasure, the shame—it’s all part of your lesson.”
I nodded, sniffling softly as I tried to adjust to the competing sensations. The heat from my welted flesh seemed to seep into Gamma’s lap, and I could feel the hard bulge of his arousal pressing against my thigh. The renewed realization that my punishment had excited him sent a helplessly tangled mixture of pride and mortification through me.
Around us, I could hear the other girls being settled onto their guardians’ laps. Lydia’s sharp intake of breath was followed by a low moan as Mr. Thornton positioned her. Elara whimpered softly as Mr. Blackwood pulled her close, murmuring words of comfort that I couldn’t quite make out.
Gamma’s hand returned to my aching cunny, his fingers sliding easily through my wetness. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily at his touch. The constant tingle of my governor intensified, and I realized he must have turned it up slightly.
“That’s it, sweet one,” Gamma murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Let yourself feel it all.”
Across the room, I heard Lydia’s sharp cry of pleasure, followed by Mr. Thornton’s deep chuckle. “There’s a good girl,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “Your little cunny is so wet for me, isn’t it?”
Elara’s soft whimpers joined the symphony of need filling the room. “Oh! Oh, Mr. Blackwood, please…” she gasped, her voice trailing off into a moan.
I felt my face flame with embarrassment as I realized how lewd we must look—three naked, freshly punished girls writhing on their guardians’ laps. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to care, too lost in the sensations Gamma was drawing from my body.
His skilled fingers found my most sensitive spots with unerring accuracy, circling and stroking in a maddening rhythm. I could feel my arousal building, only to be curbed each time by my governor. The constant ebb and flow of pleasure was exquisite torture.
“Gamma,” I whimpered, grinding shamelessly against his hand. “Please… I need…”
“Shh,” he soothed, his free hand caressing my back. “I know what you need, sweet girl. But you must earn it.”