Gotta Pay The Piper Ch 45

As I sat in my chair sipping coffee and watching my girls prepare breakfast the next morning, I reflected on the previous day's events. The 'three bitches' as I had come to think of them had been taken down hard. Not that I felt a bit sorry for them. They deserved everything they got and were about to get. Their punishment was just really getting started.

Their victims were feeling at least a bit vindicated. Nothing would erase their suffering but each one told me they felt justice had been served. Having their self-esteem stripped away was almost worse punishment for the three than the life of slavery the courts had levied.

Despite Charlotte and Lenore being a little aggravated with me, I sequestered myself in my office to spend an hour or so to listen in on the three when they were finally allowed to go to their room. "Dammit, Bas!" Lenore had groused when I returned to my bedroom, "I know what you were doing, but you could have waited and watched the recording later. Charlotte and I have been looking forward to a night of fun." I grinned and told them I knew they had not been bored just sitting on their thumbs, but were busy getting warmed up for me. They wasted no time and quickly took my mind off the three bitches.

"I had no idea Bas was on top of us this whole time!" Alecia had lamented. "We could all tell he was protective of that cunt Charlotte. And I thought his tracking down what we did to Laura Hebert was a result of that. But he seems to know everything we've done or planned. The fucker is smarter than I ever gave him credit for. And he never let on!" Lana and Candi agreed. "The thing with Anita is what floored me. I would never have imagined either she nor Larry would have been willing to let a soul know I'd made her my bitch. Yeah I showed him that video of Anita impaled on my one bar jail, but he had no way to identify her unless Larry or Anita told him."

"Well, it's too late now to even try to cover our tracks," Candi said. "We are hosed! If I thought it would do a bit of good, I'd kneel at Bas' feet and beg him for forgiveness." As she talked, she examined herself in the mirror on their bedroom door and traced the thin outline of a few of the letters adorning her upper chest. "If he'd stop now, we could get these tats lasered off."

"You know better than that," Lana said. "The fucker told Tammie he wants her best work. The only good thing about these damn things is they are going to be ornate when she gets finished. She whispered in my ear I was the canvas for her work of art. Forty fucking years and I could never bring myself to mark my body with anything. I'd thought about a rose on my forearm for about a minute, but that was back when Geri was just born and a tat was not in the budget." Lana sobbed. "When I got married and finally had money, I bought the very best products to make sure my skin stayed as soft and smooth as possible. Now in a matter of hours, I have rings in my tits and my chest marked up. Tats and rings are good for submissive sluts, not for us!"

"You better start considering yourselves submissive sluts," Tammie said as she entered the room and heard the last part of the conversation. "At least accept the fact you're slaves now. Your lives and your bodies are not yours to control anymore." Allie told the girl she could be a submissive slut if she wanted. "Oh, I don't feel submissive at all, but I do realize I am a slave and have to submit and obey my owner. Right now that is Bas. He holds my future in his hands. If he wants me to be a slut, that is exactly what I'll become." The three began to give her a hard time about bending over and kissing ass.

"You bet I'm gonna kiss ass. I'll bend over to get fucked without a word of protest if ordered, too." Tammie gritted. "I have no choice. You three need to pay a little attention to the other girls. They seem happy and you can bet not a single one really wants to be a slave, from Sonya on down. They do what they are told to the best of their ability and are treated fairly. Bas asked me to design your tats and I jumped to do the very best job I can. I understand you might not like having your skin decorated, and those tats don't look like much now, but you will wear my best work when they are finished." Lana snorted that she'd still have her body marked up and she hated the idea. Tammie shrugged.

"I'm trying to prove myself to the Boss," Tammie admitted. "I'm hoping he lets me go back to work as a tattoo artist. That's a Hell of a lot better than being a full-time slut or a maid or especially just sitting around being bored. But we have another, even bigger problem facing us. You three are too stupid to see the writing on the wall. I'm more than a little scared what the future holds for us."

"What are you talking about? Why are you worried?" Allie wanted to know. "Your hide is not getting decorated. And you haven't had humongous toys shoved up your holes."

"Pauline and I are being lumped in with you three. The other slaves refer to us collectively as the rape gang or rapist girls. Bas is going to retain ownership, but he is turning us over to Paige as a group and she obviously wants to pay you three back for what you planned to do to her. I can't believe you would actually think of doing something like framing her just because she did not try to convince Bas to sell Lana to you. That is just fucked up!" The three glared at Tammie.

"My problem is I'm gonna get hit by the fallout of whatever Paige does to you three. She can make our life Hell. Pauline is going to be head girl so she might have a tiny bit more protection but my ass is hanging out in the wind, so you can bet I am going to do my utmost to keep it covered." Tammie looked around. "I'm going to tell you now, I have my orders. I'm to work on your tats whenever I can. Both Bas and Paige made it clear that I am in charge of that. My directive is that I am to do the best job I can. The end result is what is important. So if I examine your skin and think you are ready for more work, don't argue with me. Sit and let me get to it. If the tissue is swollen and might cause problems with the art, I'll probably wait a day. I'm also in charge of examining your nipples and making sure you are keeping the piercings clean. Don't get pissed at me. If you do, you will regret it."

Candi sneered, "Yeah, what are you going to do? I know, you'll tell on us and we'll get our butts paddled. And then we'll sit on sore asses while you work on us. Okay, we'll cooperate but you can do most of your work in here in private, right? I don't want my getting marked drawing an audience. It's bad enough without being a spectacle for everybody's amusement." Lana and Allie both said they'd like to do it in private as well.

"Sorry, but that is not gonna happen. I need good light so most of the work will be out in the open, preferably in the kitchen. Of course most of the girls are gone during the day so that won't be a problem," Tammie said before adding with a grin, "You know, I coddle paying customers to minimize their pain. I spread the work out a bit. I could do that for you too, IF you pay me." Candi was the first to say they had nothing so how could they pay her. "Oh, but you all have tongues. You like to use them to run your mouths. I would be inclined to be very gentle if my pussy was licked on a regular basis and I had multiple orgasms every morning and night. I'd be a really pussy cat..." she laughed.

"I bet you would, bitch!" Lana offered, laughing at the woman as Candi and Allie's scowled. "You are the lesbian in the room. Maybe you ought to go down on each of us a few times to show us how to do it the way you like. I ate enough pussy for a lifetime when Bas sent me to slave camp but that doesn't mean I like it or would do it willingly."

"But these two don't eat pussy and I didn't until recently. We always made other bitches do us. I'm sure as Hell not gonna volunteer to do you. I'll cooperate and sit still because if I have to get tatted, I at least want it to look good. You can't just erase your fuckup. But don't expect me to be your compliant bitch otherwise."

"I might bite if you want my face between your legs," Allie growled. "You know, with me not being very experienced, I might hurt your clit or take a chunk out of your labia. You better be as gentle as you can if you know what is good for you. No unnecessary pain or you will regret it."

"Don't threaten me. If you try to hurt me in any way, I might rip your nipple half off when I check the piercing too," Tammie said. "If you don't want to do me, fine. I'll find somebody else. I'm sure you are gonna be spending plenty of time between Paige's legs to practice giving good head."

"I thought you were bullshitting about saving us some pain if we kissed your twat," Candi asked, concerned. "Are you serious about hurting us? Making our tats hurt?"

"Yeah, I WAS bullshitting to see how you'd react. But you can take this as a heads up. Your discomfort is not going to be considered one bit," Tammie said. "I am going to do the best job I can. Which means very pretty tats across your chests. It'll be a lot of needle work and if it stings a little or even burns like Hell, too fucking bad. The end result is all that matters."

"And to give you an idea of how much Paige cares about your comfort, she suggested that if you can't hold still while I work, I put you up on that one bar jail while I work the tat gun." Tammie laughed at the three's horror. "You should be happy to know I'm not gonna do that. Not that I care a bit about sparing your holes, but because I'd have to stand up to work and that is too awkward. But I have her permission to stuff those dildos up either or both your holes if you are not cooperative. Paige made that quite clear in our meeting earlier."

"And Pauline has carte blanche to punish any of us," Tammie continued. "About the only thing she can't do is shock us. Paige told her not to hesitate to kick our asses if we step a hair out of line. So you better be on your best behavior. I sure as Hell will be."

"Now I know you're talking out your butt," Allie scoffed. "You know full well how upset we are about these rings and tats and you're just trying to pile it on and give us nightmares. Both my pussy and my asshole are sore as Hell right now but I can't even rub myself with this chastity belt locked on. You couldn't shove a dildo in me even if you had permission and neither can Pauline. This damn chastity belt would even block the flange on a butt plug."

"Yeah?" Tammie smiled. "Well, think again. Look close when you see Pauline next. She has the keys to those belts on a string around her neck. Paige gave her a set." The three's angst hit a new level when Tammie continued, "Since Pauline and I have easy access to your pussies, Paige said it will not be problem to pierce your clits. I'd be in charge of treating those piercings too. I'm sure you heard that was the real reason Sherrie's hood piercing was removed. Bas and Lenore were worried about an infection. I could easily have you on your backs three or four times a day holding your ankles while I cleaned your clits. And you can bet I'd be snapping my fingers and flicking those little beans every time I cleaned them. Just give Pauline a reason to recommend I pierce them. Oh, and Paige knows you threatened to do Sue Cordero's clit itself and not just the hood, so guess what I'd be piercing if it comes down to it."

"You wouldn't really pierce the clit itself would you?" Lana asked fearfully. "Wouldn't that cause damage?"

"Oh, like Candi cared about damage to Sue's clit when she threatened to have it done?" Tammie asked with a sneer. "To be honest most piercers would refuse to pierce the actual glans. Most women don't have a clit large enough for the jewelry especially something as large as you threatened for Sue. From what I've seen none of you do. Your nubbins are too small so it would be your hoods." When the three seemed to relax. "Oh but I could stick the needle through the your clit and listen to your screams before I did your hood. And that is what I'd recommend if Bas or Paige ordered it done as punishment."

My reverie was disrupted when Charlotte and Lenore joined me at the table. "I let Cindy and Becky go home last night, but they are coming over to help me with my housework after lunch," Charlotte said. "I wish I could stick around but I gotta get it done before my boys get home this evening." Lenore asked if the boys were good about helping with the housework. "They have to take care of their own bedrooms, but that has not been a problem since they met Bas. Those rooms are kept neat as a pin. They even help in the kitchen." She smiled at me.

"They are itching to visit but I can't bring them here with all these naked girls you have running around," she said. I told her I'd make a point to keep the girls clothed next weekend and have a little cookout if we don't have anything scheduled at the Hacienda.

"Tammie, where are your three roommates?" Pauline asked. She did not like the answer the girls were still in bed because they did not get much sleep the night before. They had tossed and turned and whimpered enough to even disturb Tammie. "You told them about our discussion with Paige, didn't you?" Pauline asked with a smile. Tammie blushed and admitted she could not resist. "No worries. They were going to find out this morning. I'll go give them a wake up call."

"Can I use the kitchen table until my new reclining table is delivered? It's about the right height if I sit on a bar stool." Tammie asked. "The light is perfect in here." I told her she'd have to check with Sonya.

Overhearing her, Sonya said, "I don't have any objection as long as you cover the table completely with a sheet first. And you wash down the area when you are finished. The table is for glasses not asses." She added with a smile to take the sting out of her warning, "Their butts won't be the only ones naked if you forget."

Pauline returned a few minutes later followed by the three newest bald girls. Their eyes looked red and I could tell it wasn't just from lack of sleep. They wore several pink handprints on both the backs and sides of their thighs. I called them over to look at the thin lines outlining the letters and noted how the skin did not look puffy at all. Tammie told me she gave them a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory before bed the night before.

"Please, Bas," Candi asked pitifully, "would you please reconsider these tattoos? We'll do anything you ask if you'll laser them off before Tammie gets past the point of no return."

"You'll do anything we ask, anyway," Lenore told the woman, coldly. "And I fully intend for you to be a showcase for Tammie's talent. I'm considering adding some flowers. Maybe a bright red rose or two. Tammie says she can draw a rose that looks almost real. Don't push the issue." Candi began to whimper. Lana and Allie appeared ready to cry as well.

"You make me wet when you get all bossy," Charlotte told Lenore softly and winked at me. "I might have to pull you back to the bedroom for a little romp before I go home. Think we can get Bas to join us?"

I expected the day to be nice and peaceful. Most of the girls were busy studying. Lori and Kat were even working on their graduate school projects rather than one of mine. After Charlotte went home, Lenore left to visit her mother. I decided to mess around a little with a program I'd been toying with for some time. My concentration was disrupted by a knock on the door.

Pauline wanted to discuss the possibility of her finding a job. She wanted to resume her career and made a good case about earning money for the household. She and Sonya had been talking. Even as a slave, Sonya had a few contacts around town and suggested she talk to Sarah Lafitte who had many more. I promised to introduce her to Sarah this next week, but warned her while I would support her efforts, Paige would have the final word. "I know. Paige and I talked a little yesterday, but she is more concerned with my handling the girls you are turning over to her than my earning money. I think I can do both. I see how Sonya does it. Could you put in a word for me?"

"I'll have a talk with Paige," I assured her. "One thing you have to remember is your trio is liable to need more supervision than Sonya's whole group."

"They are about to learn they do not want to mess with me," Pauline said. "There is no love lost there. I'll be fair, though. You did not mention it yesterday when you listed their past activities, but they seriously threatened me twenty years ago about keeping my mouth shut about Laura's rape. And they more than hinted they'd like to settle the score when I testified against them when we were all arrested." To tell the truth, that had slipped my mind and I apologized to Pauline. Despite her own involvement in Laura's rape, she had indeed also been a potential victim and certainly a target.

Pauline had barely left when Sue Cordero knocked softly on my door. She wanted to discuss her being allowed to continue her website development business. "You mentioned my working under you. I have three big jobs half complete. I know I have the perfect excuse for not finishing them, but I feel bad leaving my customers hanging. I need to at least get their contact information so I can apologize and refund what they paid me," she said. I appreciated her honesty and work ethic. "I've talked to Lori and Kat and they said you are getting back into the programming business. I don't want to have to wait until they graduate if I can help it. I'd like to get started now."

"I told Lou Player I want to make an offer on your computer equipment. I'll see what I can negotiate this week. Plus we brought your car here. I'm not sure of the legality. I will probably have to buy it from your slave estate," I explained. "Remind me tomorrow about getting your cell phone transferred and your driver's license updated. I have to sign off on that to allow you to drive." She grinned and gave me a hug. As she turned to leave, I thought of something else. "Also, you need to see Dr. Marge."

"Yeah, Lenore and Dr Marge talked to me about that yesterday," Sue said. "I could never afford to get the implant to stop my cycle. I only got the contraceptive one because it was free and that was a waste of time. I've never had sex with a real penis." She turned and walked away before I could think to ask for details.

Lenore explained when I mentioned it later that afternoon. I knew about Sue's unhappy dating history while in that sorority from my first talk with her. But Lenore explained that soured her on men for a while and when she decided to dip her toe back into the game, the experience was not much better. The first man she dated seriously decided he'd spent enough money taking her out a few times and turned his seduction into attempted rape. He did not back off until Sue managed to catch his nose with her elbow and broke it. She'd stayed clear of men since even though some of the women she met, like Candi, had not treated her much better.

I encountered a strange sight when I entered the kitchen to get a beer mid-afternoon. Sue, Lori and Kat sat sipping beers and seemed to be enjoying the show. Allie and Lana sat on stools in the middle of the room with their hands clasped on top of their bald heads. While that might not seem strange in itself given their recent punishments, both held the tips of dildos in their mouths. Their faces were streaked with tears. Pauline sat in one of the dining room chairs to one side.

Pauline explained before I had the chance to ask. "The girls are in time out. They are not allowed to put their feet on the stool rungs and have to hold their balance by pushing their heels against the legs. Apart from the dildos in their mouths, they have both bottom holes filled as well. They have ten minutes left of their thirty. If they don't offer a very earnest apology then, they'll return to those stools after a ten minute break." I asked what they did.