Waking with a hangover wasn't one of my favourite pastimes. My head was buzzing like a chainsaw and my mouth was as dry as an old sock. I slowly pushed myself up into a sitting position and wondered why I was alone in the pink room. I was naked under the covers so it looked as though I had slept alone, for the other half of the bed was undisturbed.

Recalling a fleeting memory, I lifted my hands to my neck. The gold collar was back! Was I restricted to four-word sentences again? If I was, I would complain to Peter. It wasn't a nice way to treat a girlfriend. Especially one living with him. I liked him being bossy and playing latex sex games, but restricting my speech was a step too far.

Then, remembering more of my actions, I reached down, under the covers. After parting my legs, I stroked my sex. The plug and tail were gone. My memory was hazy, but I recalled Zoe helping me in the toilet. I was feeling ill at the time and was in a state of drunken bliss,

I remember dancing and fooling around with Zoe and Petra on the podium and another girl who came with the Elders. It was barely large enough for the four of us to move around on. Peter spent a long time in the office with Trevor, then the pair came out and danced with Zoe and me. For two guys in their late thirties, they could move well to the music.

Zoe encouraged the warehouse lads, who had changed into their smart clothes, to mix with us. Brian was there, trying to get me to go downstairs with him, but I resisted him and stayed on the dance floor. Then, after about my tenth drink, I went and sat down for a rest. That was the last I remember until I was in the bathroom with Zoe and Petra.

That's when they removed the butt plug and tail. They also removed the latex suit while I laid on the bedroom floor, then they must have put me to bed. I couldn't remember having the collar fitted. That must have happened while I was out for the count.

The digital clock read 7:15. I immediately wondered why no one had woken me. Then I remembered Peter's digital assistant.

"Roxanna, can I speak?"

'Tess, there are currently no restrictions on your speech.'

"Roxanna, where is everyone?"

'Tess, the Master is in the fitness room. You will find a pair of airpods on the nightstand. Fit them in your ears...' I rolled my eyes. The fitness room was the last place I wanted to go with my bear head.

I found the blue tooth earphones and pressed them into my ears. 'The Master wants you to shower, then fit the Roth Twin device which is on the dressing table. Select a skirt and trainers from the robe, then join him in the fitness room.'

I threw the covers back. I was already fed up with a digital voice ordering me around.

"Roxanna, where is Zoe?"

'Tess, the clock is ticking.'

"Fuck! Roxanna, how long have I got?"

'Eleven minutes, twenty seconds to the first marker and counting.'

"Fuck, Fuck!" I raced into the bathroom, did a wee and stepped under the shower. "This isn't happening to me," I muttered.

I hurried as fast as I could. I took a towel back into the bedroom with me so I could continue rubbing my hair. I refitted the airpods, then noticed one of the wardrobe doors opening.

'Tess, select a skirt from the top drawer and trainers from the bottom drawer, then put them on.'

"I know, I know," I muttered. "First things first." It was annoying having 'Big Sister' talking in my ears.

I took the trouble to loosen my anus and apply plenty of soap in the shower. My heart sank when I found the four parts of the chastity devices lying on the dressing table. I guessed the other one was for Zoe. Where the hell was she? I wondered. Every time I looked at the stainless-steel plug and curved dildo, they looked larger. Still, it was an easy device to fit, but bloody uncomfortable!

I squatted to push the dildo home, from below, as though I was doing a shit in reverse. "Oooo," I groaned when the cold steel stretched my anal muscles, then shot in past them and nestled in my rectum.

The curved dildo was larger in girth than the one I used to play with in bed, but smaller than Peter's magnificent cock. Strangely though my quim gripped the ribbed design and because I wasn't sexually excited, it needed a firm thrust to push it right in.

I then had to spread my major lips before I could press the jack home into the plug and the shield against my clitoral flesh. A click told me that I had effectively temporarily blocked myself from any form of masturbation. The whole process took less than thirty seconds.

I went to the wardrobe, pulled the top drawer open and took out a white skirt. I chose that one because the baby pink one I wore the previous day hadn't been replaced. The pleated skirt was tight around my waist and only just covered my butt cheeks. I found a pair of trainers that fitted me. My hair was still damp, so when I rushed from the bedroom, I took the towel with me.

I was supposed to turn right, along the landing, but I noticed that the door to the master bedroom was ajar. I couldn't resist having a nose, so I pushed it open. There, laying naked on her front, on Peter's bed, was Zoe. I felt a sudden pang of intense jealousy. There was no sign of Peter, so I guessed I was meeting him in the fitness room. I set off along the landing.

'Attention, Tess. Ten seconds to the first marker.'

I was relieved to be pushing the door open and thus avoid being punished. The threat from Roxanne had worked and brought my senses to life.

"Roxanna, I'm ready," I called out as soon as I was inside.

The long room was dark apart from an area at the far end where two cycling machines had been placed in front of a huge TV screen. The light from a large, curved screen, illuminated the two men, Peter and Trevor, with an eerie glow. They were racing each other on the bikes, while watching a virtual screen that showed them cycling along a forest track.

A light switched on, over a running machine quite close to where the men were cycling. It was one of two facing another screen.

'Tess, bringing a towel to the fitness room, from the bathroom, is a minor infraction," a man's voice informed me through the airpods. Tess, my name is Douglas, I am your digital trainer."

"What the fuck?" I muttered. "Douglas, what's going on?

'Tess, your first exercise is on the running machine. The seconds are ticking.'

I could see the machine but I wanted to speak to someone. Anyone! There wasn't an aisle through the fitness machines, so I had to weave past several before reaching the running machine. The console was lit while a red number was flashing as it descended. It had reached 22... 21... 20... I didn't doubt that I would be punished if I didn't start using the machine.

I dropped the towel on the floor at the front and stepped onto the black rubber conveyor belt. The moment I started walking, the whole console lit up. The display showed a circular red pie and above it the readout - 0%. There was more information on the console, like speed and distance but my attention was grabbed by the brilliant graphics on the huge screen in front of me.

They were so good, it actually felt as though I was walking along a rough path, through a sparse forest. To my amazement, the sound of my feet treading on the forest floor came through the earphones, adding to the realism. I jumped when Douglas interrupted my thoughts.

"Tess, today, you will be tested, then your fitness will be assessed. Pick up the grips from the tray and hold them in your fists, then start jogging."

I complied by holding the metal grips and increasing my pace to a gentle jog. The digital fitness instructor kept silent while I trotted along at an easy pace. I had never attended a fitness centre, but I was fit, and I was comfortable jogging.

I was slim and 5'5" tall. My shapely average sized tits had very little bounce which meant I could get away without wearing a bra. All the men I had dated complimented my large firm nipples and usually homed in on them at the earliest opportunity.

'Tess, a runner will pass you, try and keep up with her. Fall behind and you will be punished.'

"Ow!" I exclaimed when a sharp pain stabbed inside my back passage. "That fucking hurt," I complained.

'Tess, that was a sample,' Douglas informed me.

'Tess, any future swearing is a minor infraction. This is your final warning.' Roxanna added.

Anger was welling inside me when a digital runner - a girl dressed in a white skirt, t-shirt and sneakers - entered the screen from the right. The digital figure overtook me and jogged off down the track. When I increased my pace, I was pleased to discover that I could keep up with her.

After a minute, I glanced at the console. It showed I had completed 5% of the journey. The darkened room and the crystal-clear screen almost made the exercise enjoyable. The forest scenery changed frequently from sparce to densely populated. From gloomy, overhead canopy, to bright open skies.

I had heard of the term 'rocket up your ass'. Well, I received the first stabbing pain just after the halfway stage. As my legs tired and my puff ran out, the digital runner started to get away. She wasn't running any faster, I was slowing.

"Nooooo!" I cried the instant the anal plug zapped me internally. It was a horrible, sharp sensation that brought tears to my eyes and a reaction from my legs.

It had the desired effect, but even though I closed the gap, it wasn't long before I started to flag again. "I can't keep up," I wailed. "Douglas, don't shock me again. Pleeeezzzzz..."

Peter and Trevor, who were still cycling, didn't even glance in my direction. They too were wearing airpods and probably listening to music while they cycled. The digital trainer remained silent, but the runner I was following began to slow down. A sign flashed up. 'The exercise is finished. Warm down'.

I glanced down at the pie chart. It read 65%. After five minutes of walking at a brisk pace, the screen went blank.

'Tess, return the grips to the tray and go to the rest area. I will inform you when to go to the next exercise machine.'

I stumbled off the rolling road, picked up the towel and walked over to the small rest area. The light came on as I stepped onto the ceramic tiled area. There was a padded bench, a sink and a water dispenser. I helped myself to a plastic cup of water and sat down. I was sipping it when Zoe entered the room.

"Roxanna, I'm ready," she said loudly.

She was dressed in a red skirt and trainers and made her way to the running machine. Her hair was wet like mine, but she had left the towel behind. We exchanged waves, then she stepped onto the running machine. I was surprised that she was being treated in an identical fashion to me. I could understand Peter wanting to get me fit, but not Zoe. After all, she was a guest, wasn't she??

 

 

Chapter 4.2 ~ Two Elders

 

I wasn't sure where Peter and Trevor got their energy from, but they were still cycling when Zoe completed her assignment and stepped off the running machine. The pair, both muscular and bronzed, were sweating, but they didn't look tired as they continued to pump the pedals.

After fetching a cup of water, Zoe came over to join me on the bench. "Can you believe those two," she said, after sipping from the cup. The impish teenager studied my serious expression. "What's wrong Tess?" When we swivelled to face each other our closest knees touched.

I was in a bad place, what with the enforced exercise and seeing Zoe lying on Peter's bed. "Did you sleep with Peter last night?" I blurted out.

"Well, Tess, I didn't want to, because of, you know, er, well, yes, I did..." She looked at me sheepishly. "Tess, you were unconscious..."

"That's not the point."

"I know, but it's going to happen if we are both living here."

"Living here? Both of us? No, Peter said that you were only staying for the holiday."

"Well, it turns out I'm homeless."

"What do you mean? You live with Simon, don't you?"

"I did." Some of her usual exuberance was suddenly missing. "Tess, Simon has rejected me for Jenny. I should have seen it coming when he kept going out at night. He came up with a load of crappy excuses. I've suspected for some time that there was something going on between the two of them. He's been fucking her behind my back..."

I put a finger to my lips. "Be careful. We're not allowed to swear. With regard to Simon, my opinion of him was already low. He must be mad to choose her over you."

Her orange/hazel eyes sparkled and opened wide. "Thanks, Tess. I'm better off out of the relationship." She shuffled her ass along the bench to be closer and then placed her left hand on my thigh.

Zoe's hair was all over the place, like mine, but her cute features radiated vitality and character. She had a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and an adorable, small, turned-up nose. It was impossible not to like the complicated teenager. Quite why Simon was rejecting Zoe for the plainer Jenny was a mystery to me.

"What's with all the computer voices?" Zoe asked. "It's like living in a bloody spacecraft!" She was trying to change the subject.

"The collars and his digital assistant are Peter's way of training us to be obedient. He must have a powerful computer for it to be able to issue so many commands."

"Maybe. Simon's got a less expensive one in his flat. It turns the lights on and plays any music you like."

"So, Simon gave you the elbow last night?"

"No, he didn't have the bottle. He spoke to Peter. Apparently, he told Peter that because I'm staying here for the holiday, it was the perfect opportunity for me to find a new place to live."

"What a bastard," I said absentmindedly, because I was deep in thought.

I was annoyed that Peter had offered Zoe a home without telling me; and angry that he had fucked her while I lay asleep.

Zoe saw that I wasn't happy. "You're still angry with me for going to bed with Peter, aren't you?"

As I gazed into her bright eyes, I realized that I felt safer with her around. "Not really. I've only known him a couple of days and this isn't the first time that he's surprised me; and not in a good way."

"Like what? "What's he done?"

"Well, he spanked me on the first night for nothing. He didn't waste any time to discover if I was submissive. Then, he chased me in the snow and cheated to win the race."

"Huh, typical bloke!"

"When I arrived at the shop the next morning, the Roth chastity device was waiting for me. You helped him with that."

"Wait, Tess. Peter told Simon who told me."

"I know. What about surprising us with the doctors. That was an awful mauling we took..."

"Is that all?" I nodded. "I don't mean to belittle your concerns, but they all seem like minor difficulties. The doctors surprised even me, but I've had to put up with much worse than the other stuff from Simon. He can be a real cunt when he gets drunk. Your Peter is a fucking millionaire consultant and seems to be in total control!"

"I know, that's what I'm afraid of. He's so dominant and he expects me, us, to have sex with the Fellowship members whenever they want."

"You saw me blowing that guy in Petra's office... It's what goes on in the Point Five Club. I'm used to it, Tess. I joined in with the club's activities to please Simon. At first, it was hard, but the rewards always outshone the deeds and punishments. Now, it's Peter that's expecting stuff from us. I guess if it goes against your principals, you'd better tell him."

"We should do it together. I'm scared of him in a good way."

"I know what you mean..." She slid her hand higher, under my skirt until her fingertips were stroking my mons. "Tess, it's hard to explain, but even though I'm the one being punished, I like the way the men drool over me." Her eyes expanded. "I think we should stick together."

Her fingers searched lower while we talked. I felt a thrill when they stroked my sex lips, but unfortunately, my more sensitive clitoral flesh was denied to her due to the Roth shield.

"Do you know what Trevor Miller is doing here?" I asked.

"He and Petra are staying for a few days. I was looking after you in the back row of the seats, in the car, but I overheard some of what they were discussing. He, like Peter is an Elder in the Fellowship and seemed to be in charge..."

"What else did you hear?"

"Peter told Petra that the four houses on this gated estate all belong to members of the Fellowship. It seems as though we're isolated from the world here and surrounded by Peter's friends."

Just then, the race between the men came to an end. Their rapid peddling suddenly slowed to a walking pace and the guys started chatting to each other. That was the signal for Zoe to withdraw her hand.

"It looks like they've finished their race," I muttered.

"I wonder who won..."

I didn't know but we would soon find out. The men dismounted from the bikes, then walked over to us. Both men were only wearing blue shorts and white trainers. Both men were muscular, bronzed and had huge sets of tackle which were only just contained in their brief shorts.

We stood up. "Master. That was some race," I said.

He leant down, cupped my chin and kissed me on the lips. It was warm but a fleeting kiss, then he straightened. "Do I detect a trace of sullenness, Tess?"

Was I that easy to read? In fact, I had already concluded that Peter was as sharp as a pin and always got to the point. Both Trevor Miller and Zoe stood silently, waiting to hear my reply.

I was on the spot. "Um, Master, I was disappointed to discover that I wasn't in your bed when I woke up."

"And, that Zoe was?"

My face heated up. I glanced at the teenager. "Um, well I'm human. I didn't know what to think."

"Tess, you've got to learn how to take your liquor. I don't take unconscious girls into my bed. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"On the other point, I want you both in my bed. Should I have relegated Zoe to the guest room?"

Another glance at Zoe didn't help. "No, Master. I will make sure that I don't get blind drunk next time."

"Good, then that's settled. Are you both happy?"

We nodded. "Yes, Master," we chorused.

He focused on me. "Tess, you'll find out that we, in the Fellowship, don't dwell on the past. If there have been indiscretions, you will be punished, then we move on. If you confess to a wrongdoing, the punishment will be lighter. Do you understand?"

The idea of him punishing me sent my emotions into overdrive. I could feel a pulsing throb as my vagina tightened its grip on the stainless-steel dildo. What was it all about? I was a coward and hated pain, so why did the thought of him hurting me turn me on?

"Yes, Master, I understand. May I ask a question?"

"Of course. What do you want to know?"

"What are we doing this evening?"

"We're going to the local Fellowship Party. Why do you ask?"

"I want to see Kelly's parents. They are arriving today... I... I told them I would see them at Christmas. They've been so good to me over the years, and I know they were looking forward to seeing me. I really don't want to disappoint them."

He showed no emotion, then surprised me. "I could put you and Zoe in a taxi, later this evening, then pick you up later?"

"Yes, Er, that would be great. Um, Zoe doesn't have to come if..."

He stopped me. "Yes, she does. I want you and Zoe to continue with your new image. I want you to both wear latex and behave like lesbians. The practice will improve your skillset."

Zoe clapped her hands. "Oh, that would be fun."

I wished that I hadn't mentioned Kelly's reaction to Zoe's playfulness just before we left my old house after collecting my gear. Kelly really thought that there was something going on between us.

"Um, Latex? I haven't got anything in latex that's remotely suitable to meet Kelly's parents."

"Then you must choose a new outfit. Zoe too. 'Fetish Wear' is open till four o'clock today. Petra left earlier to finish a stock check she started with the warehouse staff yesterday morning. Trevor and I will take you both in at ten. We need a few hours to go through the books with Petra and Simon. While we do that, you two can pick your outfits. First though, we are going to sit down and watch you two convince us that you're lesbians."

That confirmed in my mind that Peter got off on watching girl-on-girl action. I had been trying to work him out ever since I met him. Lesbian, schoolgirl, bondage, were just a few that I knew of...

Zoe jumped up and clapped her hands again. She was delighted. "Come on, Babe." She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.

I was less enthusiastic, only because I was thinking about my friend's parent's reaction when I showed up at Kelly's house in latex garb. Naked above our skirts, apart from our collars, the first thing that happened when Zoe pulled me to her for a kiss, was that our tits pressed together.

It was something I had imagined but had no idea how it would feel. Because she put her arms around my neck, her tits were stretched, but no matter; and when I felt her hard nipples rub against my equally aroused nubs, I quivered with excitement from head to toe.

Zoe proved that she was an incredibly passionate girl. She took my breath away before she broke the kiss. The teenager bent forward while moving her feet back so she could suck my left nipple and areola while showing the guys her cute ass.

"Zoe, that feels amazing..." She switched to the right and gave it a thorough mauling by sucking and nibbling it.

"The skirt, Tess," Peter said.

"Oh, yes..." I unfastened the catch and let it drop to my feet, whereupon I kicked it away.

Zoe kissed my chest between my breasts then trailed kisses down, across my stomach and cupped by peach with her little hands. It felt so strange to have a girl take an interest in my body. By the time she reached my mons, she was on her knees.

"Oh, Zoe, that feels wonderful," I said while running my fingers through her hair.

The Roth chastity device stymied the teenager's progress, but the sensations she generated with her tongue while she lapped my labia were sensational. The guy's reaction was to ease their shorts down and release their massive cocks in readiness for when Peter called a halt.

Both men fucked me during the previous day and would probably do so again before the day was out. But, I wanted to know if Peter was going to make it up to me for not taking me into his bed when we arrived home from the party. I was still reticent that Zoe got the prize, but I was passed blaming her for Peter's actions...