Gotta Pay The Piper Ch 58

At Lenore's request, I called Richard and asked him to bring Marianne over to the house. Both left shortly after lunch to study for an exam they had later in the week. I immediately called back to make sure their friend Sheila had not decided to join them for the study session.

She could not be present because of her age. Three weeks to a birthday may not seem like much but made all the difference in the world when it came to the law. For the same reason, Harper and Justin could not stay. After spending the weekend with them, I was impressed with their maturity but they had four days longer than Sheila to wait before being exposed to naked slaves.

We'd just watched Harper and Justin drive away to return to Baton Rouge. Joanne placed her overnight bag on the floor by the door in preparation for her own departure. She began to bid us goodbye when Lenore stopped her. "Not yet, I want to call a general meeting first." She turned to Robin who was just leaving the kitchen. "Go spread the word. I want everyone to gather in the living room. And all the underage kids have left so you know what that means."

Robin did not hesitate. She stripped bare on the spot, picked up her discarded clothing, and took them towards her room, pausing only to tap on doors as she passed to announce, "Lenore wants everybody in the living room."

I sent Joanne in the other direction to alert the girls there. Her clothing now laid across her bag instead of covering her body. She had stripped immediately as well. I watched her bare butt twitch as she walked across the room.

Lenore emerged from our bedroom with a bottle of hair growth inhibitor which she put on the coffee table in full view. The assembled girls eyed that bottle warily. I watched them try to focus on Lenore but their eyes would drift to that ominous bottle.

"I've noticed some of you bald girls are beginning to grow a little fuzz on your heads. We need to address that," Lenore said. Marianne was the only one of the four to respond verbally. I could hear her low moan plainly across the room. "I want you naked girls to stand and line up along here." She pointed to a spot on one side of the room. Sherrie, Joanne, Robin and Marianne quickly took their positions. They automatically spread their legs and put their hands behind their backs fully exposing their bodies, naked apart from their chastity belts.

"I know each of you know the story of how these girls came to be bald, locked into chastity, and naked when at home. Some of you were present at the time while others heard the tale. The lesson here is simple. You need to show respect or face the consequences. Each of these girls conspired to undermine my authority. Yes, I was in a bad spot, and emotionally vulnerable." As she talked, she walked along the line to rub her hand over each girl's scalp.

"I'm not going to rehash what their short term punishments entailed, and you all know what their long term punishment was. Tell me, Sherrie, you were the only one to have her nipples pierced. I removed those rings a while back. Do you think you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Sherrie said. I could tell she was very nervous as were all the girls. Apart from reminding her to stay nude even when we had guests as long as those guests were of age, she had not been punished as far as I knew. Even at home, Lenore treated her almost as a peer, an extension of their roles at the office working as accountants.

Sherrie was the only one of the original five whose scalp was not treated with hair growth inhibitor. Normally her hair would have grown to a length of close to two inches by this time, but she had no more hair than the others. Lenore made her shave her head daily for the first few weeks. She wanted it as bare as the others. "The extra effort of daily grooming made her very compliant. I offered to let her stop shaving her head but she was defiant and told me she'd stay bald as long as she is in chastity. But after a few more weeks passed, she got tired of the routine saying it took her extra time to get ready in the morning and reminded me I'd offered to let her grow hair. I told her tough shit, that offer had expired. I reminded her of her decision to keep her head smooth as long as she was in chastity. She never asked again," Lenore had told me a week ago when we discussed releasing the girls from chastity.

Lenore could be a tough bitch as long as she was not the one directly in the line of fire and subject to somebody's domination. Now, she walked along the line of women, cupping a breast here, tweaking a nipple there as she spoke.

"Now I've been thinking. It has been several months and the effects of the inhibitor seems to be wearing off. I wonder who will be the first girl to drop to her knees and offer her head for a re-application?" The four girls looked at her in trepidation. "No one? You all think you have you have suffered enough?" Lenore did not wait for an answer, but suddenly laughed. "Well, I tend to agree with you. I have been pleased with your behavior and more so, with your attitudes. Unless Bas objects, I'm going to let you grow your hair back." All four girls breathed out a sigh of relief. "Also, I am going to unlock you from chastity. Who would like to touch her own pussy? I know only Marianne has been unlocked for any kind of sex, but that was only as a reward for Richard when he asked Bas for the key."

I saw Geri mutter something to Richard. He grinned as she blushed. I suspected it had something to do with the reason Richard had asked for the chastity key a few times. He'd given Geri a little experience licking pussy.

All four girls stared at Lenore like they could not understand what she'd just said. Lenore asked Sonya to step forward and unlock the girls. Sonya pulled a ring of keys from her pocket as she smiled and said, "I guess I'll have one less weekly task. I won't need to unlock you to inspect your pussies every week for chafing or other problems. Of course, I think some of you almost got off whenever I did. I'd pull your lips apart and every one of you got soaking wet and could barely hold still. Now don't you girls grow a callous on your fingers or rub yourselves too raw tonight," she teased.

As she unlocked each girl, Sonya ran a finger between her lips. "Uh huh! Just like I expected, everyone of you are as wet as you can be! Well, now you can play with yourselves like the horny sluts you are. I'd like each of you to put your belt in the dishwasher so it can be thoroughly cleaned and made ready for the next girl. Unless of course, you feel lost without it and want to keep wearing it. You just have to ask." None of the four took her up on the offer and scrambled to the kitchen.

They returned quickly, still stark naked. "You let them remove their chastity belts, but you didn't say they didn't have to stay nude," I pointed out. "Are you going to let them out of that? I don't want any snail trails on the furniture." That comment got a few titters among the assembled girls.

"Oh, I think, I'll leave that up to Joanne to decide," Lenore announced. "If she is willing to drive back to Baton Rouge naked today, I'll relent and let the rest wear clothes around the house."

Joanne paused before replying. Her face turned crimson as she considered the likelihood of being seen. Even after months of slavery, she had not completely lost her modesty. She visibly shuddered. "Yes, Ma'am. I'm willing to drive naked the whole way," she said, quietly. "I'll take pictures to show my compliance unless you want me to maintain a video call."

"You don't need to be distracted from the road by taking pictures," Lenore said. "And your hairless body WILL be naked, but UNDER your clothes. Now get dressed." Joanne grabbed Lenore into a hug and kissed her, laughing.

"Wow. It's real easy to make a slave girl happy sometimes, isn't it?" Lenore quipped. "Oh, by the way, your heads are not the only things starting to grow a little fuzz. When I check, I better not find any on your pussies" She chuckled as the girls grinned and nodded. Our slaves were required to be smooth from the neck down. They didn't seem to mind.

"Damn, I missed touching this thing! I haven't even seen it for months. When Sonya checked us out, we either had to be in the present pose or on our backs staring at the ceiling." Sherrie laughed, as she bent over and pulled her lips open to finger her over-sized clit right on the spot. "I think it's shrunk a little," she laughed. "I wonder if that's from disuse or from not taking those muscle-enhancing drugs," she added, joking. "Which of you girls want to join me tonight and suck on my tiny cock? I'm so horny I'd cum if you blew hard on it."

Some of the girls were thrilled, others were enjoying the show. Beth's new girls seemed a bit confused. I was sure they had already asked why some girls were in chastity. Everything began to settle down until Sue noticed Tammie's arrival. They'd all been too riveted on Lenore and her speech. "Tammie! What are you doing here?" she asked loudly. "I didn't see you come in."

"Paige asked me to pay a little visit," she answered.

"I asked Tammie to come over. She's going to do a little work for me," Beth clarified. That announcement had my girls glance at each other for their reactions. They'd all watched Tammie work and did not want any part of it.

Beth turned to her new slaves who sat together on one side of the room. "I want to ask you five something. I know Janice, Lydia and Rene, worked together to organize that contest. We all know you thought it would be amusing to propose the challenge to see which woman who had used me in the past could take me down, and get me to submit again. And you were sure it was just a matter of time before somebody got their clutches into me."

"What I'd like to know is who among you thought to add a betting category about my getting tattooed or pierced. I'd never submitted to either of those things but somebody came up with the idea it would be fun to add that to the challenge. From what I've come to learn, there were a tremendous number of wagers made. Most bet against my allowing either of those things but a surprisingly large number of the women were willing to bet I'd succumb. They thought if pushed the right way and hard enough, I'd submit to being marked."

"Now I think we all realize that once the idea was proposed, women entering into the competition would be enticed to do their damnedest to do both those things to me. You three actively encouraged my getting marked permanently."

"No!" Janice protested, quickly. "I laid odds that you would refuse totally. I'll admit we thought the idea kinky. You'd never believe me if I said otherwise, but we never wanted to see it actually happen. Nor did we think it would."

"But you knew that with that kind of money at stake, any woman who cornered me and got me to submit sexually would push hard for it." Beth accused. Janice looked down, unable to meet Beth's gaze. Finally, put on the spot, Janice nodded.

"And I'm sure none of you would have lost a minute's sleep if it had happened," Beth stated. "In fact, you'd have gone to bed thinking only of your lost bet, not giving a damn, I'd be marked for the rest of my life. Nor did you care about what wearing a demeaning tattoo might do to my psyche. Or maybe you did care and looked forward to seeing me destroyed emotionally."

Janice and Lydia had tears coursing down their faces. None of them may have known Tammie's profession previously, but I suspected with this turn in the conversation, they realized she was the one Paige had called upon to tattoo Lana, Candi, and Allie. Virtually everyone who attended the Krewe's garden parities had examined the trio's tattoos and nipple rings. The five former Krewe members began to tremble.

"All seven of you, Brook and Serena included, strip and meet me in the kitchen. You have three minutes to be naked, fold your clothes, put them away, and get in there."

Beth turned and escorted Tammie into the kitchen. Lenore and I followed as did Ellie, Barb, and Sonya. We sat at the kitchen table. Lenore and I sat opposite Beth and Tammie. Ellie and Barb flanked us while Sonya sat beside Tammie. Brenda decided to join us and sat on my side of the table, stating she couldn't miss this conversation. By the time the seven entered, Tammie had pulled a series of sketches out of a folder. Beth ordered the seven naked slaves to stand quietly behind her and listen.

"I have a series of fonts that I think will be suitable for what you have in mind," Tammie began. "They will be easy to read, even the smaller letters. This one shows the statement, 'Property of' in large script, then 'Beth' and on the next line 'Edwards'. The script size on the fourth line will be smaller and say enslaved and the date. See how it forms a vee? It will fit nicely on the pelvis and cover the girl's lower belly from a few inches under the navel to her slit."

Beth said, "Let's use my full name, Bethany. You might have to adjust the font size a bit, but I want a formal declaration etched into them."

I heard a loud moan from behind Beth. All seven of the women were now shaking. They looked on in horror. "You can't mark us permanently!" Ariel stated. "It is against the law to permanently disfigure a slave!"

"Ariel, you know as well as I do that a tattoo is not considered disfigurement. Because tattoos on the body are mainstream, as are piercings I might add, they do not qualify as damage even if they are permanent. I'd need to apply for special permission to put a tat on your face of course, but I have no intention of doing that. I did my due diligence. I'm sure you are quite aware of the restrictions." Beth smiled and turned back to Tammie. "I like this one but let's see your other ideas."

"But we only have four-year enslavements," Sheila protested loudly. "It's not fair to mark us permanently when our sentence is so short!" Beth totally ignored the woman's outburst.

Tammie glanced over her shoulder at the woman before turning back and continuing, "Okay, here, I have sketches of some pictures we might add later if you like. Like this unicorn. I went a little overboard in this picture, but I was having fun. The unicorn is running up a rainbow and farting stars and sparkles. Now I believe I heard a few of your new girls are lesbians, so the rainbow theme kinda fits with 'Gay Pride' too. It will take a larger expanse of flesh like the belly to make it fit right. But, it would look nice above the 'property of' tat. Or, I can apply slightly smaller versions onto a tit or even across the upper chest. Rainbows, with or without the unicorn." Tammie pulled out another picture.

"And since a couple of your girls are lawyers, here is Lady Justice holding her scales. That would look pretty on a buttcheek or down a thigh. All these tats can be adjusted to the thighs for that matter. The 'property of' tat on the inner and front thigh just under the girl's pussy would not be obscured by panties or even those slave outfits Charlotte sells. I made a transfer and applied it to Lana's thigh and was pleased with how it looked. Lana, of course, began crying when Paige said she loved the look and might want a similar one inked into her girls." Tammie laughed. "Here are a couple pictures. I took." I could see the tattoo could be read from a distance of several feet. Lana looked cute in a white slave girl outfit, but her facial expression showed how unhappy she was. The transfer she wore substituted Paige Angelle for Beth's name.

I asked her if Paige was going to mark the three more. "No, as far as I know, she was only teasing the girls. Lana and the other two have been very emotional lately. They are totally demoralized. Paige has been looking for some kind of job they are qualified to do that will keep the girls' minds busy, but so far has come up empty. About the only thing they seem qualified for is looking pretty and giving blowjobs." Tammie smiled.

"Paige has talked to several potential employers, but they all want access to the girls for at least oral use and Paige refuses. She'll send the girls to the Stumblin' Inn under supervision but that is all she will allow." I asked if the trio was going there often. "Not really. Pretty much only on Tuesdays which is the bar's slowest day of the week. Paige is not interested in the few bucks she makes from the girls' work. She told them they paid for their slave girl outfits a few times over, though. She likes to rub that in. And Paige isn't doing it to punish per se. I overheard her tell Pauline she's trying to get the women to accept their new position in society."

"Isn't their position kinda obvious?" I asked. "They wear metal collars around their necks and get their butts beat when they step out of line. How dumb are those women?" I asked, "Paige is still taking them to all the garden parties, isn't she? That should teach them their role in life."

"It's not that simple," Lenore said. "Mom has always enjoyed attending those parties, but now she's making an effort to never miss one. Taking three women who used to ramrod the show and making them serve the others demonstrates how the mighty can fall. It's the same reason she wants me to attend and bring Liz, Martha and Julie. Mom is working on changing things, like reversing the decree making the women on the auxiliary serve as voluntary sex slaves. Remember when she talked to you about initiates serving established members orally as being like sorority hazing? She still completely supports that. The women went into the process knowing full well what was being expected. But she feels forcing them to act as a slave goes a bit too far."

"There is still a bit of an argument about the auxiliary. Some argue that just because Liz may have restricted the ballot to a select group, it was still a vote. Mom is insisting on another vote but only after both sides can present their case."

Lenore continued, "Mom is completely on board with every woman living out her sex life the way she wants. She had no qualms about Beth being used as slave no matter how rough it was and how much she suffered as long as it was Beth's choice to submit. Once Beth decided she wanted to change her role, Mom was in full support of that as well."

I asked Beth if Paige ever used her herself. "No. She told me we were peers and she could not treat me like a slave one day and then switch that off and treat me as a full business partner the next. One time I crawled up to her and asked her if I could serve her but she refused. I whimpered I was trying to avoid serving one of the women who I did not like. Paige turned me over her knee and spanked the ever-loving piss out of me. I mean she blistered my ass. When she let me up, she told me I should have thought about what I might be getting into before signing up to be a slave at the get-together. She told me to woman-up, make my decision of how I wanted to play and live with the consequences. She was my most avid supporter when I finally decided to change things."

Beth smiled and said, "Paige Angelle is one of the most fair and supportive women you can find. I love her."

I laughed at the idea Paige was fair and supportive knowing how she'd dominated Lenore who had no choice. Lenore scowled and told me quietly to not 'go there'. Beth read the situation. "Oh, I know the backstory," she said. "Paige did what she could. She acknowledges her actions influenced, or rather might have unleashed, Lenore's latent tendencies. We discussed all that, but I stand by what I said. Paige thinks every woman should make her own decisions on how she lives her life. But she has to live with the consequences. That only applies to free women, of course."

Tammie said, "Yeah free women. I don't have the right to choose anymore but I will tell you Paige has been massively supportive of me going back to work and allowing me to do what I love to do. She is an amazingly insightful person once you sit down and talk with her. She has her opinions and rationale and loves to hear what others think."