Being Neighborly Ch. 11

Being Neighborly Ch. 11

The set up for Hades Night is almost complete. In this chapter I will put a wrap on Red Light Wednesday Night, Unholy Week and Red Light Buffett (at Gladys).

The Slut: Mel's journey begins a day early due to her affinity for and sharing with a co-worker her story of submission finding herself on display for auction at Red Light Buffett Night at Gladys's complex.

The resulting actions of everyone during Unholy Week and Red Light Wednesday Night will be analyzed, the real standings only known by an independent entity. Brian having developed the computations used, tallies as he gets information, but things are always changing based on the interactions within the society and what gets recorded. Master Donnie has thrown everything into a frenzy of fuck and suck, Brian not able to track and is worried going into Hades Night.

Carol arrived in the society, binding five different roles in one scene Wednesday night, AND creating unique flexibility going into Hades Night, her power is understated and undersold by Brian.

Mistress Night is getting indications that there is an uprising in the society and from multiple sides. Brian has given indication to look towards his wife, Mistress Jill and Mel's husband, Master Donnie.

The Virgin: In this chapter Izzy, Carla and Amanda evolve into a trio of sub/dommes unique to the society making their worth in which stable they reside a battle with twists and turns including a double cross by one of their mothers.

Amanda's virginity is valuable and she begins to understand this.

The Slut: Gladys happened upon he niece Lillian's affinity for Mel by chance talking to the young woman's mother Dorthy who manages the Supreme Mistress's assets in Galena IL. They were discussing phone upgrades and Odessa asked a surprising question.

"Who's Mel?" Lillian's mother Odessa asked, explaining there was a weird text she discovered updating her daughter's phone. "This woman is talking about a secret society, or lifestyle, or something like that."

Gladys brushed off the comment and told her Mel worked with Lillian at one of the businesses they supplied.

"I'll talk to Mel, I doubt it's anything," Gladys assured Odessa who's dark eyes were trusting of Gladys.

Gladys was grooming Lillian and she was ready, going directly against what she told her mother she met with Lillian walking in on more than just a discussion between the younger woman and Mel.

Mel knew she was defeated, Lillian on the floor ready to serve and now Mel's Mistress crashing in on her first attempt at dominance.

"This can't be...can't be real," Mel stammered, then gave an order to Lillian. "Get out, now!"

"Easy my pet, and please, close the door," Gladys said her look sinister and deep to Mel, Lillian getting up, then retreating back to the floor.

Mel felt the control leave as Lillian lowered to the floor and knelt, head down. There was the hustle and bustle of the morning going on in the lobby, in offices.

Mel went back to serving Gladys, turned and locked the door, her embarrassment was not for getting caught, but giving up so easily.

"Lillian is my niece, and I own significant shares, and supply in this little company that employs you currently." Gladys said with an inflected threat, Mel instinctively sliding down to her knees, listening to her Mistress. "It seems you've got information you're withholding from me that Lillian so graciously shared, and I must invoke a clause in the contract you signed with Jill."

Mel was clueless, signing that piece of paper was over a month ago. Her head on the ground she thought hard and she assumed it had to do with dual ownership and the society.

"You have become a threat and now you need to report to my complex at Noon. You have severe consequences to pay, now go to the grand room and from there someone will take you to the gallows," Gladys said. "Do not tell anyone or what is coming will be much worse. Lillian, you join us as well."

"Yes, Mistress," The two women said together, Gladys slipped out of the room quickly. Mel on the floor her dominant urge rising again turning to the younger Lillian.

"You bitch!" Mel shouted her spit flying out of her mouth, Lillian scurried out the door. For the first time Mel felt dominant to someone and upset that she was found out, betrayed, and headed for certain pain.

Mel took a few minutes before finishing a few work items. She was off the rest of the week and trying to focus on what was ahead of her not what was waiting for her. Going to her car she felt alive, worried, excited and fearful, the usual combination of emotions surrounding her involvement with Mistress Night. She was hopeful since Lillian was ordered to attend, that maybe Gladys wanted to foster the urge for Mel to dominant.

Mel arrived at the complex just ahead of Lillian, was grabbed by two of Gladys centurions, for the first time the men were rough and careless with her. She was stripped and thrown into a hard concrete cubical hosed with cold water for 30 minutes. The thoughts of dominance were erased quickly, the force of the water, the temperature, the hard concrete were too formidable.

Her screams were of terror and fright, then cold and survival. There were cries of apologies that echoed against the stones unheard, the drain at her feet, the hard stream of water pointed at her by the men, beating her to the ground. She was near collapse when the water finally turned off, her body falling to the stone floor. Mel shuddered from the cold and fear seeing the bare feet of Mistress Night, dressed in a robe, her hair done for the pre-Red Light Buffett, walked in to the wetness.

"My Dear, I have one question for you," she said, Mel staggered and disoriented on the floor. "What is your husband planning?"

"In regards to what, Mistress?" she said dazed and confused.

"Centurion! Another 30!" she yelled, turning away and the water returned, fast and hard, relentless for another 30 minutes, pruning her skin, the coldness of the water and the elements outside, causing her to shiver and quake.

She fought for a time, thinking about what Master Donnie could be planning, remembering some things, her body quaked. Arms wrapped around her just curled in the corner, her ass hovering above the cold stone, she survived the last 10 minutes.

The water turned off, Mel was searching for words, anything to get her out of the block. She'd confess to a murder at this point and knew things Jill and her husband were conspiring to do, ready to let Gladys know.

It was getting later in the afternoon, Mistress Night appeared in her dress, ready for makeup to get applied, her bare feet on the cold block walked toward her broken slut.

"What is your husband planning, Child?" Mistress Night said, her makeup perfect, hair up and beautiful, her cleavage vast.

"He and Jill are plotting to take you down Saturday night," Mel giving up the basics, shivering, her teeth chattering. "I can provide you details."

"Very good..." Mistress Night said. "You will now go and be comforted, write down everything you know about this plot, and you will then be prepped and put on the menu for this evening."

"Yes Mistress, th...thh...thh ank you Mistress," she said relieved but fearful.

The men aggressively cuffed her hands behind Mel, then ankles together, picking her up and tossing her naked onto cart that was padded, no rails. They rolled her through the complex where there were dozens of people readying the areas for the banquet, a few glancing over at the wet, naked woman being carted through.

She stayed down, her face pressed against the pad, eyes closed, the bumps and occasional bouncing off walls or doorway frames, unnerving but tolerable. They stopped, she opened her eyes long enough to see she was back in the dressing areas before.

The men picked her up and threw her on the bed.

"Hey!" she screamed. "You going to untie me?"

There was no movement, the room was unlit, and she lay naked, bound hand and foot, laying on the bed.

She had time to think, Mistress Night instructed her to write everything down she knew about her husband and Jill. Naked on the bed, she was almost dry, starting to warm up, in the last moments of silence her mind could see clearly the play they were setting up and included getting rid of her to Mistress Night.

Suddenly the door burst open, a familiar large centurion walked in, his introduced himself as Jaxson, undoing her feet, sitting her on the edge of the bed, she waited for him to undo her hands.

"I am here to provide you information and inspiration in your task of writing everything the traitorous infidels in the community are conspiring to do. "I am also to continue your journey in becoming the complex's 'slut'."

"Slut?" Mel said, not considering all of the cock and pussy she had been introduced to had a purpose that wasn't attached to her submissive contract. "I'm not surprised..."

He didn't talk, her eyes scanned up his shirtless torso, pecs that were chiseled, eyes of fire, a beard with dark hair a golden wrap around his forehead. His shorts were stylish and reaching down with his large hands, unbuttoned them, her arms behind her back still, she was helpless. Out sprung a monster of a penis, not quite Brian's length, but thick.

"Sir, I am your slut," Mel said, not knowing what to say, a centurion didn't discipline, they just carried out orders. "Mmmggffftttthhhtttt!"

Jaxson pushed the head of his monster over her lips and to her throat, pulling back, she instinctively spit on the tip, he pushed in again, and she did the same, they repeating the process a few more times. Jaxson pushed it in, and with both hands on either side of her head, pushed her forward like he was piercing a melon, her throat yielding with resistance.

"GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH!" the breath and moan from Mel's mouth vibrated against his shaft, her eyes closed, Jaxson pushed, thrust and pulled in a consistent manner.

It reminded Mel of when Donnie first fucked Mel against the island, telling her of the infidelity with Jill that started the whole thing.

"GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH!" Jaxson used her face and throat for at least 10 straight minutes, then turning her over.

Jaxson unmercifully grabbed her bound wristed, sliding her face on the bed, she felt useless except for being a vesicle for his pleasure. Lining up he pushed his cock over had through her swollen pussy lips.

"OHHHH SIRRRR!!!!" she wailed in delight, orgasming instantly to the long, thick cock sliding deep in her cunt. "OHHH YESSSS! YESS!"

He propped Mel up on her knees, feet hanging over the bed, his cock slamming inside again and again while he stood dominant.

"OHH! OH! OHHH! OH! OH! AH! AH! AH! AH!" she moaned, the feeling both pleasurable then moving to pain, her throat feeling the effects of being pummeled now her pussy. "OHH! OH! OHHH! OH! OH! AH! AH! AH! AH! YEESSS! YESSS!"

"Good slut," Jaxon affirmed her, and kept fucking her wet, pussy, his stamina propelling her forward with each thrust, face into the covers, hands pinned behind. He grabbed her hair and hurt her.

"AGGGGHHHHTTTT!" The guttural, helpless scream triggering his lust, pulling harder and deeper into her cunt, holding it there to unload his cum. "AGGGHFHHHHTTTT SIR!!! YES!!! BREEED MEEEEE!"

He released her, springing forward, her head bouncing, her pulled out, twisting her legs, kneeling on the bed, his knees walking his cock towards her face, her mouth open like a baby chick searching for the worm, getting the side of it, gathering with her lips and then sucking the tip, getting as much cum as she could.

"You are a natural slut," Jaxson said while she milked him, smiling, nodding sucking, her eyes wide looking at him, his cock extended out from her mouth. "Now you will write and don't leave out a detail."

She was released from her cuffs, naked, his jizz running down her leg, she found a robe and carried it to the bathroom. She showered in warm water, soap and then began the task of writing everything she knew.

Mel's hand was cramping she was writing so fast and so much, trying to recall everything she'd picked up upon from Jill and her husband Donnie's conversations. She didn't know it yet, but her fate was sealed, a possession of Mistress Night to reside in the complex for a year, double the salary of where she was working now, full benefits.

"Fuck 'em" Mel said, there was a part of Mel that believed she would be spared by her husband, even though they talked about her being 'turned over' and now it was beyond obvious he was moving on to Jill in this arrangement.

When finished there were five sheets, front and back. Mel handed them to Gladys, her Mistress was made up perfectly for the evening's Red Night Buffett.

"Very good, Child," she said, placing her hand to Mel's chin, pulling her up for a kiss. "You will find my accommodations quite comfortable here and your duties beyond fulfilling to your natural tendencies."

Mel nodded and smiled, still in the plush robe, Gladys bringing a bowl of fruit and water to nourish her slut. Mel had an apple the grapes, along with half the pitcher of water.

Mistress Night stood in the doorway and watched Mel pace and eat, seeing the opening in her slut's robe, proud of what she had created and pleased with her writing, skimming a few paragraphs.

"How may I please you tonight, Mistress?" Mel asked noticing the Mistress hadn't left, waiting for her attention, giving her some space.

"Tonight your beauty will be put on display," Gladys said extending her arms. "A glorious bird in a cage high above those dining tonight, your feathers magnificent. I will send my best to prepare you in an hour, I suggest you take a nap."

"Yes, Mistress...thank you Mistress," Mel said, curled into the couch and was asleep feeling calm and satisfied.

Mel was awaken by the soft caress of Queen Lucia, the young, dark skinned woman who led her through training the past weekend. She was not dressed in Mistress gear, rather a robe, her hair done up nicely, almost like a bride ready to put her dress on to be married.

"Mmmm, Sweetness," Queen Lucia whispered into Mel's ear. "Welcome home."

The two women kissed, softly, fully, lips mashing, sucking then a long embrace. Queen Lucia explained the banquet.

"I don't like the buffet title, it's a banquet first and foremost," she then added. "Later though, it does become a sexual buffet."

She explained that Mel would be naked, with properly placed adornments on her ankles, wrists, neck and waist. She will be in a cage hovering above the dining hall, moving and swaying to the soft music in the background.

"I'll do your make-up now," Queen Lucia said, holding out her hand to bring Mel to her feet. "You will be stunning."

Queen Lucia continued setting the scene, the banquet goers will bid on all of the people in all of the cages, the money going to the operation of the complex, the people coming from Gladys's many business dealings. People not a part of the society, a contentious point for members like Brian, Jill and Carroll.

"The highest bidder gets to cash in on you, then the second, possibly the third," Queen Lucia said. "In theory, everyone who bids on you could have a turn, but I've only experienced three."

"You're in a cage too?" Mel asked softly, sitting in the chair getting ready for her make-up.

"Yes," she said getting the base brush out, fanning it over what she was going to apply to Mel. "One more year for me, then I can be one of the party goers and out bid everyone for you."

They kissed and Queen Lucia began.

It took an hour to do the make up, adding temporary tattoos, a line of silver beads on Mel's forehead. Her face was fierce, highlighting her cheekbones, a smokey dark eye the fanned out over her temples, hair that was sculpted back, like it was blown by wind.

"Gorgeous," Queen Lucia said and had to leave to finish her preparation.

Three men in loin clothes brought a meat and veggie tray, more water for Mel, instructing her to eat. She knew she needed food for the energy of the night, but knew Mistress Night wouldn't want her weighed down with a heavy meal.

They watched her finish, she hit the bathroom and then led her down the hall, to the center room of the complex, where she was last trained. It was converted to a grand ballroom for the evening and the cages lined the walls.

Visitors were already having cocktails in the far corner, a three piece band playing the soft jazz Queen Lucia had indicated would fill the space. An older woman, in her early 70s appeared, she wore a skin tight, muted red body suit with make-up to match.

"Thank you gentlemen, you know the way, let me lead Melanie to her place," said the older woman, her hand on Mel's. I then realized it was Sophie from the other side of Cardinal Bay. She turned, put her hand on Mel's cheek, "You are stunning my dear."

There was a back stairway that led to balconies for which the cages were placed and supported. She was led into the balcony and then entered from the back, the cages shut and latched.

"Sway and move to the music and try to look directly at the guests," Sophie coached her, then leaving suspended in the air inside the golden cage.

Queen Lucia told Mel that there were people at the event that had no clue others were bidding to have sex with those in the cages. They made donations by through their phone, QR codes everywhere in the hall. Those who were privy to the information simply had to end their donation with a "." and it would go to the sex auction.

Mel arrived at the top and started to sway to the rhythm of the soft jazz, watching the crowd grow through the cocktail hour, she counting at least 100 people milling about. There were 25 cages in various places, suspended like her, on the ground floor and she was told near the bathrooms.

"You get a percentage by the way," Queen Lucia did tell her while doing her hair. "I would break the bank bidding on you my dear, the bidders get notifications if they are out bid, kinda like eBay and they can increase theirs."

Cocktail hour moved to dinning and the round tables were everywhere. Mistress Night did get up on the circular stage (where Mel was tortured last week) and thanked everyone for coming and reminded them how to give, what their goal was and where the money was going.

"We plan on an outdoor recreation area just down from the complex," she described and to thunderous cheers. "A pool, pickle ball courts, all the things."

Mel was brought some water, a couple bottles by Sophie, who lingered watching Mel's naked ass sway.

Mel could notice several men and a couple women who kept watching her and going to their phones. She could even tell where they were sitting, a couple moving closer to her, looking up at her dancing. One would be on their device and one of the others would pick theirs up, frustrated, maybe pounding at the phone again.

It was obvious there was a bidding war going on for her body.

Mel swayed and walked back and forth in her cage, squatting, turning her ass to the crowd, at one point doing an "A" position showing off her legs and ass.

The desert course finished, and Mistress Night made the announcement, "Thank you again, your donations have broken our record tonight.

The applause was loud, the group that seemingly was bidding on Mel, were still active on their phones.

"You can stay as long as you'd like in the bar area by the band," Gladys said. "Those of you who gave generously will get a notification to come sign your documents through the center hallway."

"That's our cue, Dear." Sophie said, opening the cage. "Come with me Melanie."

She was led down a flight of stairs and through the back was lead into one of the side rooms. Inside each was an adjustable table, a rack of torture devices, a cart with creams and other items. On the main wall were chains and cuffs, three mini-dungeons set for any type of scene in that space.

"Kneel and sit back on your ankles in a bowed position," Sophie said, the 76 year-old elegant member of Cardinal Bay. "I will be here to moderate and make sure nothing goes wrong. We have centurions waiting outside if things go south."

Mel nodded and knelt back. She took a deep breath and looked at Sophie who was scanning her with her eyes, smiling and somewhere else in her mind. Mel pictured the elegant, thin, older woman's body in her prime.

"Come here, Dear," Mel asked. "I want to kiss you."

Sophie looked stunned, looked around and slowly walked towards the Mel, her head going down then looking up capturing Mel's eyes. Her hands went to Mel's face, Sophie leaning down and in, Mel right hand going to the back of her head and they kissed deeply. Sophie got on a knee, her hands on the young woman's breasts now, their kiss soulful and magical.

The spell was broken by a loud clatter of people in various states of inebriation. Sophie got up quickly, met a man as soon as the door swung up, he had a note that she poured over, Sophie directly him to a scene 'three over'.

The door shut and several seconds later another knock, there were three people, and they went to the next over to her right. Mel had her head down, but could hear, the line was getting shorter, and then she heard a familiar voice, and Sophie acknowledge who Mel's bidder was.

"Jaxson, you paid a pretty penny for someone you just had," Sophie's dark side painting the picture quite accurately. Mel's heart leapt, her pussy remembering the deep and wide penetration, her throat taking him, she gulped in anticipation.

"While she pleased me greatly, I hear she's legendary in her submissive role," Jaxson said. "Me and my crew are here to test her, and yes it cost us each double the bid."

Mel's head snapped up and saw two more men, all three dressed as Roman soldiers in breast plates, and heavy pants, appropriate undergarments.

"You have her for an hour, and I see we have two other bidders in the cue so no extra time," Sophie said sternly, Mel's mouth getting dry and motioning to Sophie for water.

One of the men pulled a cain from the board, a ball gag and a hood, the other connected chains from each corner of the metal rack. Mel took a drink, strutted over to the man with the chains and presented herself for inspection, grabbing her ankles, showing her impeccable pussy and hole off.

"In due time, sweets," his British accent came through, then took her by the arm, and moved her deliberately close enough to clasp the chain to her adornment, then the other hand, then pulling the slack tight. "Jesup is the name."

"Heyyy!" she exclaimed the cuffs pinching her wrist from the tightness, he ignored her fastening the ankles and spreading her legs wide enough that it required some muscle contraction not to slip down. The cuffs felt alright when she squatted up, but pinched going down.

Jesup handed Jaxon the cain and moved a device below her, it was dildo on the end of a rod, on a bench that he adjusted. It had a receiving seat and an opening for the dildo. He set it up, aligned it to her ass and pussy, and stepped back.

"Melanie," Jaxson started with her formal name. "You've met Jesup and this is Hinson. Let me explain what we are going to do here today. With the time we have we are going to submit your body to multiple stimulations, both painful and pleasurable, and out of your control. My advice is to relax and feel, your body will react and you will certainly have a rush during and after like you've never experienced."

He showed the cain and explained he would be in charge of pain from physical striking, Jesup would be attaching various clamps, suction devices and applying hot wax and other fluids. Hinson would simply use his hands or other body parts to illicit pain.

"What about the pleasure?" Mel said, looking at them, trying to understand what she could possibly get from all of this that felt good.

"Below you, and I mis-spoke, you will control how much penetration the device will give you," Mel was already feeling the strain of staying off the seat. "You see, the weight of your body on the seat will drive the dildo in that snatch or ass of yours. Your arms will give out and it will fuck you faster than you can imagine."

"AGGGFFHHH!!" she exclaimed, Jaxson caning her ass. "AGGGFFHHH!! AGGGFFHHH!! AGGGFFHHH!! AGGGFFHHH!! AGGGFFHHH!!"

"FUCCCKKK!!" She wailed, a clamp was placed on her right nipple, then her left. "AHHHHHHHH!"

"AGGGFFHHH!! AGGGFFHHH!! AGGGFFHHH!! AGGGFFHHH!!" The caning continued.

She lowered down, needing to sit, the plastic formed seat taking her cheeks, protecting them from the strikes.

"AGGGFFHHH!! AGGGFFHHH!! AGGGFFHHH!!" Jaxson smacked her torso, she slipped down a little lower triggering the device. There was a 'wirrrrr' of the motor and the dildo pushed upwards, Mel feeling it press against her taint slow, slipping back and it was in her cunt! "GAAAHHHH!!!!! OHHHHH!!!!!"

It continued upwards, she flexed her legs not letting it go further in, the seat had some sort of hydraulic support that helped slow her drop or help her raise up. The motor turned off and she was immediately met with the cane, a clamp on her other nipple and a surprise slap across her face!

OHHHGGGGHHDDT! OMMPPFFFF! AGGGFFHHH!! AGGGFFHHH!! AGGGFFHHH!! AGGGFFHHH!!" She screamed and dropped, the dildo there, slipping into her, the hydraulic support giving way and soon it bottomed out.

The machine began to fuck her.

"GOOHhhhH! OHHH! Mmmmfft! Ohhhh! MMMmmmm" it pumped and pushed, about six inches in each time. The men watched for a moment, then slid off their pants, armor and were naked.

"AHHHHHH!" Jesup pulled the clamp off the two nipples. "AHHHAHHHHH!!!"

Hinson got behind her and when she stood, off the seat, began spanking her ass, the red marks from the cane now covered with his large hand. He took his hand way back and hit it with the pads of his fingers and the outline of his palm again and again.

"AHHH!!! AGGHHHTT! OGGGGHHHHDDTT!" Mel exclaimed, the various sensations combining, her hips lowering again and the mechnical cock slid inside again, about 1/2 way (6 inches).

Jaxson stood behind her, pressed his cock to her back and used his weight to lower her further, the phallic cock moving in and out now going 10" inside her cunt.

"OHHHGODDDDD!!! AHHHH!! OHHHHH!!! YESSSSS!" the long, cold, hard device driving in and out of her cunt. "OHHHHHH JAXSON!!!"

He gave a nod to the other two, Jesup peeled away and rolled one of the portable tables over, adjusting it to be a foot lower than a normal table. Hinson began releasing the cuffs from her ankles and wrists, freeing her so Jaxson could pull her backwards, his ass hitting the table.

Jesup handed him a jar of lube, while Hinson positioned himself in front of Mel, her mind thinking 'slut...slut...slut...take that cock...'. She hand reached down, her ass resting on Jaxson's thighs, she bent forward and began sucking Hinson, his hand to the back of her head. Jaxson lubed up his cock and her ass and guided her to the tip of his long cock.

"Ohhhh MGFFTT! Jaxson...fuck my...GAFHHHTTT! Ass...GGGfffhhhtt!" she moaned pushing Hinson's cock in her throat while Jaxson moved her in position and pushed forward, the tip of his cock in her ass. "OGFDDHHHHTT!!! MMMGhhfftt!"

She released her muscles, relax and he slid perfectly inside, slowly and down to his balls.

"FFFFUCCCKKK!!!!" She exclaimed releasing Hinson, sitting up, getting the last 1/2 inch of Jaxson, laying back, his hands around her torso, rubbing her stomach, down to her pussy, inserting a finger and rubbing her clit. "JESUS H! OHHHHH!!! YESSSS!!"

She orgasmed, Jaxon had his hands on her breasts pulling her backwards onto his chest and stomach, his long cock still in her ass. Her pussy lips were engorged and swollen, wanting something and Jesup moved forward, holding out his cock a nice 7 inches or so, and easily slipped inside their purchased slut's dripping pussy.

"OHHHH BABBBBYYYYY!!!!" She cooed, her walls all down, reaching to grab Hinson's cock the minute he hopped up onto the table to feed it to her. "I'm swallowing that....OHHHHH FUCKKK!!!"

Jaxson just let her sit deep on his shaft, Jesup was sliding back and thrusting inside and Hinson let her play with the tip of his cock, stroking it with her hand, observing the two inside her body.

"Time to complete our triple," Jaxson announced, Hinson dropped his hips, Mel spit into her mouth, pooling it, the head getting some saliva, pulled up and she did it again, this time it pushed through into her throat.

It was at that moment that Sophie moved forward and began caressing Jesup's balls from behind, he pushing into Mel, her body saggy but beautiful, Jaxson reaching out to caress her ass. Jesup moaned and pushed deep inside, his cum began to flow into Mel's cunt, Sophie moving to Hinson, fingering his ass while he fed Mel his cock, he too gurgled and moaned releasing his load into her throat, stomach.

He pulled out and Sophie began to clean him up, Jesup moving over and she took both cocks into her mouth together then one at a time.

Jaxson sat up, his strength picking Mel up and putting her on her face, body down on the table and began to fuck her ass relentlessly.

"OHHGGG!! OHHHHGGG!!! OHHHHGGGG!!! FUCKKKKK!!!!" Jaxson moved forward and shot his load deep, all three openings filled with her prizes. He pulled out, pulled her up and onto the floor and forced her to clean him, rubbing it on her cheek then into her mouth.

Jesup had mad recovery skills and had Sophie bent over the table fucking her from behind, the older woman moaning and taking his assault while Mel cleaned up Jaxson and even getting a suck on Hinson again.

"You'll never cum, Jesup let's go!" Jaxson said, gathering his stuff.

"You still have five minutes, leave him, OHHH!!! YESSSS!" Sophie said, then moaned in an orgasmic tone. "Ohhhhhhkay, he's done now...Ohhhhh...."

The Virgin:

"You can pedal your fashion next week Darling," Mistress Izzy said, petting Amanda's hair, she was restrained and hung from the ceiling in Izzy's mother's basement below Pedalers. The ropes were expertly and meticulously placed around Amanda's torso, leaving her breasts exposed, about a two inch swath where their girth pressed through her nipples erect. "I love a good ball gag, and reading your eyes, they tell me so much Dear."

This time she ran the end of her riding crop over Amanda's face, to her nipples, between her spread legs which had ropes pulling her open, the virgin cunt exposed. Mistress Izzy allowed Amanda and Carla, her two subs, to spend a glorious night together, living out five years of pent up desire, exploring each other's sexual likes, devouring each other's flesh, pressing skin together in many explosive orgasmic manners.

Mistress pulled them apart around 6 a.m., Thursday morning after Red Light Night and for the past five hours administered a crash course on submission, the meat of the learning coming over the next several hours. She sent Carla to work and brought Amanda to her Mother's dungeon where the full spectrum of training could be more effectively performed.

"You have agreed to all of the stipulations in the contract you have read, and signed off, it exactly like my Urchin Carla's, correct?" Mistress Izzy asked, video taping the interaction to upload for security sake. Amanda nodded yes into the camera. "And you have agreed to allow an offering of your virginity to a worthy Master at Midnight to conclude Hade's Night?"

Amanda swallowed the spit accumulating behind the gag, nodded and said, "ygghhffttssss".

"Pain and pressure my Dear," Mistress Izzy continuing with the soft, endearing nicknames, she reached and took a clamp, applied it to Amanda's left nipple, then another on her left. Amanda worked the chains clasped to Amanda's body, turning her face down, rotating her like she was on a spit over an open flame.

"Mmmggfft!" Amanda moaned, the pressure and pain not too intense, then watching her Mistress attach a chain with a hooked platform to the end of the nipple clamps. They didn't weight anything, but then Mistress pulled out masses that look like those you used in science class. She put on a weight of 100 grams on the left, and 100 grams on the right.

"GGHHFFTT!!!! OHHFFTTTT!" Amanda exclaimed the weight pulling her nipples longer, her breasts restrained but extending, Mistress Izzy looking into her subs eyes and began to swing them slowly, Amanda's breasts stretching through the ropes. "AGGHHFFTTT!!!"

"I love the fear in your eyes right now Darling," Mistress Izzy said, cupping Amanda's cheek, kissing her there, and grabbing two 10 gram masses, placing them and watching as the clamps slowly slid down the nipple flesh, pinching the very edges before releasing.

"GAAHHGFFFFTTTT!!! AHHFFTTTTTTT!" Amanda's eyes closed, the two clamps almost releasing at the same time, falling to the floor. "Ohfftttttohhhhh..."

Amanda sighed relief through the gag as Mistress took one nipple in her mouth, then the other, going back and forth the wet warmth soothing. Mistress alternated, swirling her tongue around them for the next five minutes, getting deep, breathing of relief.

Then, without warning...

"AGGFTTTHHHTTTTTT!" Amanda screamed into the gag, Izzy pressing the left nipple between her front and lower teeth and unmercifully bit down hard. "OHFFTT! OHFFFTT! OHFFTTT!"

Releasing the nipple, it immediately swelled, Mistress Izzy soothed it again, sucking on Amandas breast and nipple reaching for one of the clamps on the floor. She let it go, the nipple now bigger than the other, and moved between Amanda's legs and attached the clamp to the hood of her clit.

"OHHGGGFFT!" Amanda moaned, Mistress Izzy keeping the chain and platform attached and putting on a 10 gram mass. "AHHFFGGTTT!"

Mistress Izzy added another, moving to Amanda's face, her eyes wide, worried and a tear streaming down. Another was added and another, Mistress pushing and having it sway back and forth.

"AGGHHFFTTTTTTTTT!" Amanda wailed, tears streaming down now, the sensitive part pinched, the thinner flesh crushed by the pressure. Mistress Izzy reached down, yanked the chain stretching her hood for amoment then jerking it off. "OOHHHHHGGFFFFTTAHHHH!!!!!"

Mistress moved to her, covering her hole, Izzy's lower lip pressing into the warm, tortured flesh, applying spit and pressing both lips on it sucking.

"OHHhhmmmmohhhhhh..." Amanda sobbed into her gag, it turning into a moan while Izzy shoved her tongue deep into her pussy, the throbbing flesh of her hood loving the relief the mouth gave to the pain. "OHhmmmmmm...."

Izzy had applied the body paint for Red Light Night on Carla, Amanda got to scrub off in the soaker tub in Jill's bathtub, and was gifted at all things body decor. Izzy pulled over a cart and in an instant pierced Amanda's hood, both side and place a ring that went through both side.

"Mggffftt!" Amanda groan, the pressure, pain, pressure pain masked by the throbbing already imposed above her pussy. She didn't know exactly what Mistress Izzy had done, figuring it had to be piercing, the feel of the cool metal down there.

Last but not least, in the pressure and pain lesson, was Mistress Izzy leaving her mark in the form of a tattoo. On the roller cart were the instruments, Amanda seeing Carla's tucked inside her right cheek, only a full naked inspection, or a wandering mouth, would find her brand. It was an "M on it's side, incorporated into the two 'ZZ's that spelled out 'IZZY'.

Talented, she free handed the block letters, it looking similar, but not the same after the two hour procedure. She had the outline with a feathered in red using skin tone to set it off. Amanda yelped into the gag some, and was beat the ropes cutting some circulation off, but nothing that wasn't compensated elsewhere.

It was close to 2:30 p.m. when Amanda was lowered, the gag removed and the ropes released. There was a covering over the tattoo that was thin, and didn't feel bulky, waterproof. Mistress held her naked, apply cream and lotion and called up to her Mother to bring down food, having gotten her two full bottles of water.

They were curled together in the corner of the basement meant for aftercare, Nikki carefully coming into the room, having seen Amanda five years ago or more. She was asleep in Izzy's arms, who held a finger up signifying 'shhhh' to her Mother.

In a whisper, Nikki said, "Oh my God, she's beautiful."

"Thank you, Amanda said, standing up, her step a little staggered from the lack of circulation. She walked over to Nikki, Mistress Izzy announcing they were in Nikki's stable, turned and presented herself, bending over backwards, showing off her clit, tattoo, piercing clasped with the ring at the top.

"Mistress Izzy you do good work," Nikki said running her hand from Amanda's bellybutton, over her bent stomach and down to the ring piercing the hoods. "Do I believe my Child who talks that you are a virgin to a man's penis?"

"Yes Mistress," Amanda said, still contorted over, the smell of her cunt now in the air.

Nikki moved her mouth to Amanda's taint.

"Ohhhhh, Mistress...." she sighed, Nikki parting her pussy with her tongue, running it to her ring. "Oh that's amazinggggg...."

Nikki pulled back, and giggled some.

"I'd love to do this all day, but we're short shifted," Nikki said, Amanda standing up and turning to her new domme.

"I need work, Mistress, and I've waited tables," Amanda said. "With all due respect."

"Finish your work Mistress Izzy and have her ready by the lunch shift," Nikki said.

"Yes Mother," Mistress Izzy conceded.

The Slut:

In Mel's Voice

I loved the term slut from the minute it was spit at me from Jaxson, impaling me on his cock, it was so obvious that's who I was, not who I became. Inside it was there, all the romance novels, the time in the tub my fingers deep, 25 years of marriage, I cheated on Donnie weekly with myself.

"Melanie! Wake up!" Sophie yelled into my ear, the break was over, it was 3 a.m. and I had just finished with four forty-something year-old women, each taking turn torturing my body, the first with a cane, the second Cat-O-Nine Tails, third a whip and fourth a flog. Then the mouths of them covered me, worshiping my red marks, the welts on my body, getting the cum still drizzling out of my cunt and ass from the three men triple penetrating me before them.

It was delicious and torturous at the same time.

I stood and the 76 year old Sophie began to sponge bathe me, the water warm and feeling good against my skin. All of the adornments, all of the costume I had worn prior, tossed aside, it was just me, my makeup smeared and across my face.

"Here's let me touch you up," Sophie said reaching for the case and brush, redoing my face and my eye liner. She sang softly, a beautiful voice, her naked body showing her age beautifully. "There you go Child."

She stayed close, her breathing heavy, leant in giving me a warm kiss, cupping my left breast. I felt no hesitation to serve, 'slut' defining there were no boundaries, and I had no reluctance or hesitation.

"Mine were much like yours," she said, and I honored her by reciprocating and cupping hers. "Mmmm, you're so beautiful Child. Time to go meet Randle."

"Randle?" I asked, but got no response right away. She led me away from the group scenes, most finished, though here were several groups playing after the transactional events wrapped up.

"Randle is our biggest contributor," She said straightening my hair. "It's 3:30 a.m. and he has you until 5 a.m.. The good news is he's not into the torture and pain."

"The bad news?" I asked.

"He's numb and he loves to fuck, and the size of his contribution is dependent on if he finishes again by 5 a.m." Sophie said, petting my ass now, her hand fully over my right cheek. "And he's finished twice tonight I'm told."

"I have my work cut out for me," I said, though confident, Sophie opened the door and I saw the 6'5" man, standing in a robe, sipping on brown liquor. I moved to him, leant up to meet his lips, tasting his drink. "Mmmm a bourbon man, I like that Sir."

"Randle," He said. "You can drop the Sir and Master, just be you."

I stopped, looked up at him, my hands resting on his hips feeling the plush of the robe his words 'just be you' confusing my newly wired instincts.

"Randle, you need to help me," I said, my face soft and concerned. "I don't know who I am anymore..."

I did know a good 'slut' gives themselves to the needs of the person standing before them and my mind went to the sexual nature of this transaction AND the need for this man for me to be me.

"Instinctively I want to find out what's behind the robe," I dropped to my knees, my hands running over the cloth, feeling the limp flesh below, it was above average flaccid. I parted the robe, Randle let it fall back over his shoulders.

"Trust your gut, that's where 'you' reside," he said, pushing his hips out, dangling his limp flesh.

My hands were now on his hairy legs, dark black hair, athletic legs, some softness around the midsection, a barrel chest making him look like he was a lineman on a football team.

Randle had showered, the smell of the body wash pleasant as I moved my mouth upwards. I placed his age around 55 my lips opening and taking his sack into them, the limp cock against my cheek. I liked the thinned out pubic hair, I fought to get one separated, it in my mouth, my right hand under this thigh, the left, playing with the spongy cock flesh void of any rush of blood.

"Mmmmmmm," Randle cooed, he was positioned against a bar in the side room he alone got access to use.

His legs widened.

My mouth took his entire sack in, both turning and swapping places in my mouth, my right hand now brushing over his taint, pushing his hole slightly, purposefully not entering, trying to gauge what this man wanted.

"Ohhhhh, Melanie...." He sighed in approval, I rubbed my finger to the edge of his hole, popped out his balls and now was sucking just below them on his taint. "Mmmmmmm."

To my disappointment his flaccid cock was just deflated flesh in my hand, I was enjoying the challenge. My mouth moved to his hole, sucking and licking there, getting more moaning and sighs from the big, muscular man. In my hand his 'status' didn't change and I moved up off his underside. I stuffed all of the skin, deflated and laying there, into my mouth, looking up at him, he had an indifferent look in his face.

He petted my hair, reaching down and with a hand under my arm pit coaxed me up off of my knees, releasing his cock to dangle. He had a broad smile, while I looked up out of the top of my eyes, then down in defeat.

"You are a sweet, my age, right?" Randle asked.

"Yes, yes ss...Randle," I said, again looking down.

"Where does sexy reside, Honey?" he asked me, I noticed a little drawl in his voice.

"I guess, I..."

"Come one, stop and think for one minute." Randle said, hands on his hips, naked and strong. "You've been suckin' and fuckin' so much you've turned off the most important thing.

"Sexy is what the mind makes sexy," I replied, remembering the whole 'I'm responsible for my own orgasm' days.

"Let's sit, have a drink and talk," Randle said, motioning to the coffee table with the loveseat, couch and three chairs. "Sophie, come on over too and pour us all a shot of whiskey."

She gathered three rocks glasses, poured a little over a shot into all three bringing them over while I slid down next to Randle. I placed an arm and hand on his tricep up to his shoulder and leant into his strong body, my head cuddling into his chest.

I stared at the rocks glass, him handing it to me, Sophie picking up hers. I smelled the oaky hard smell, one that usually made me gag, he held his up, I did to without lifting my head until I had to toss it back.

"To engaging the most sexual part of the body, the BRAIN!" he announced late, after we drank. I was a combination tired, hungry, sore, injured and my focus was too broad at the moment. He was petting my hair and sensed exactly what he should NOT do and ask me a deep question. Instead he fired one to Sophie.

"Hey Sunshine," he barked over to her, legs crossed from where my head had slid to could see tuffs of public hair under her pussy lips. The whiskey on an empty stomach immediately began to give me a buzz. "Describe your beautiful self in your early 20s and the most romantic time of your life."

She had brought the whiskey bottle over, poured some in her glass and reached over to refill Randle's, correctly sensing I was not interested in a second. Her breasts dangled old at first, though seeing the nipples come at us, and her confidence was sexy as hell, I looked into his lap and his face. Randle's cock didn't react, but his smile and attentive gaze on her body did.

"You have to remember I was a teen when the 60s started." Sophie's eyes were distant, seeing herself. "My parents were conservative, Dad a banker Mom a housewife, I took advantage of them being distracted, Dad into his business, Mom had four younger kids to raise."

"Where you a flower child then?" Randle asked, hoping for something deviant.

"I had my circle of friends, oh we were prim and proper at school," Sophie said, strutting around, her hips swaying, her bush becoming more alluring. "We knew where the parties were, and who the 'dangerous' guys were. I dated my share."

"Interesting, go on," Randle said, sensing this was building up, my hand stroking his limp cock, wanting life, hoping Sophie would spark something before it was my turn.

"I met a dangerous young man my junior year at the University of Iowa," she said, her hand moving hair aside, then down to her breasts, circling her nipples. "He was from New York and do you know what happened in New York in 1969."

"Woodstock!" I shrieked, immediately seeing her as a black and white photo, naked in a field, listening to the icon bands that played over that amazing stretch of days.

"Christos and I went to Woodstock, correct," she said, sensing there was not enough time to tell the whole story. "I was gorgeous, he was a hunk, Greek a dark complexion, a rower for the university. He drove one of those classic cliche' VW vans. Come over sometime Mel and I will tell you the stories of the sex, multiple times a day."

"Go on, give us one example," Randle said, my hand under his balls, squeezing them, he leant down and kissed me gently, she skipped over to her phone and was scrolling when she began to talk again.

"We had a roof, and there was rain, in fact I wasn't in this icon photo, but I was to the right," from her phone she showed us a black and white picture it was raining, there was a pond and naked people all around. "These two here, along with a couple we had been hanging with, spent two rain soaked nights, sharing inside the van, not caring that we could touch each other while making love."

"What was most memorable about those nights," Randle said, I moved up to his lap, curled into his strong arms.

"Christos was an amazing lover with stamina, and he would carefully whisper into the other women's ears, while their man was deep inside them and he deep inside of me," Sophie said, smiling, her hand on her clit now, rubbing fast. "He would ride me, ride her, Jarius would ride me and the other women would come and lay beside me, kiss my cheek if finished, kiss my lips. I tasted by first woman in that van that first night, mixed with the deposits of Christos and the other two."

"Christ, that's hot," Randle said, his hips moving upwards, I felt a poke. "Details, tell me about how that first time happened....Ohhhh"

"Cynthia was laying beside me, a young African-American woman, chocolate skin, dark nipples that were perfectly shaped like a Hershey's Kiss," I felt Randle's cock rise and fill, it was thick and the head pushed against my pussy lips. "Christos was building up speed, moving in and out of my body, he was longer than most, he just knew...knew how...ohhhh"

I looked to see Sophie's fingers buried in her hole, slipping into a soft chair, leaning back, getting deep into herself. I felt Randle slip up into me, he didn't begin to thrust or buck, just letting himself merge with my flesh.

"Randle...ohhhh, baby...mmmm" I whispered, not wanting to interrupt Sophie.

"Again and again, Christos pounded away, sending me into oohhhhhorrgasms and after orgasm," Sophie moaned, three fingers deep her hand and arm finding spots. "He thhthhhen, ohhh, he pulled out and sunk his cock deep into Cynthia, and exploded inside her, pushing deep, her eyes and mouth wide open, he almost convulsing."

"Jesus Christ, please go on," Randle said, his hips now moving his dick 2-3 inches in and out at a time, I felt him grow in strength and length.

"Christos pulled off of her, and took my hand, kissing me and led me to between her legs. You could hear Jarius, her man, satisfying the another gal, Gennie, a rhythmic pounding of sighs coming from her body, I believe Jarius had shared Cynthia with Joshua, who watched him take Gennie....Ohhhhhh...mmmmm"

Randle pulled out of me, turned me around so I was facing Sophie and entered me from behind, squatting some before sitting back. I used my legs to rise up, his shaft now expanded, getting more of me in this position that Donnie could in missionary.

"Ohhh God, Randle...mmmmm" I said a little louder.

"OHhh, annnyyhhhhway...ohhh, I was led to Cynthia's body by Christos, whispering affirmations, asking me to taste her and our lovemaking, petttinghhhhohhhh oh GOD...Ohhhh YEEESSSS!!," Sophie orgasmed to her hand and to her memory. "The scent and flavor, never reproduced, my tongue inserting, my lips sucking...ohhh, I spent a lot of time exploring, Christos turning her over, she on her knees, my face buried there."

"MMmmmm Sophie, keep going," Randle moaned, now pushing us both up to standing, his cock sliding deeper inside, hands on my hips

"YESSSS!!!! OH! RANDLEEEE!!!" I came, the juices flooding out over his cock, it sliding deeper and faster.

"Mmmm, yes...My ass was in the air and I felt the strong, large hands of Cynthia's man Jarius there and he quickly slid his massive cock into me. I had attempted to suck it earlier, it was 10" and thick, he pushed it deep while I was consuming the cream pie now drizzling out of her in the new position."

"OHHHhh Sophie, tell me more, I'm getting closer," Randle exclaimed, my breathing had slowed after my climax then picked back up, he was now slamming my hips back to his.

"Ohhh Baby, it was my turn Jarius fucked me a long, long time," Sophie said, she watching us now, imagining she was watching herself with Jarius. "He finally came and immediately following Joshua plunged his modest cock inside of me and it didn't take him more than a few minutes and filled me up..."

"Sophie, yes...more...so close," Randle said, his balls slapping while he rocked my cunt again, my senses had regrouped, the tale of pristine Sophie getting gang banged, peaked my sensations.

"JESUS YES!" I exclaimed, my orgasm rising, holding..."OHHHH!"

"Christos lined up and and he fucked and bucked me, oh a good 20 minutes or so before climaxing completing the ritual they would perform on Gennie next," He came inside, and the three watched as Cynthia and Gennie came forward, kissing above me, and then sharing my cunt, their tongues cleaning me out."

"FUCCCCCKKKK!! YESSSS! CUMMMMING!!!!!!" Randle exclaimed.

"YESSSSSS!" I exclaimed orgasming with Randle, looking over at Sophie who looked 21 again, smiling, her legs crossed, watching the sex in front of her like she watched it 55 years ago.

The Virgin:

In Amanda's Voice

My nipple throbbed the rest of the day, the bite mark Mistress Izzy put on it that morning all but punctured the skin, the clamps and weights stretching them, her clit, she was sore in all the right places.

"I don't hate it," I said about the hoop piercing through both sides of the hood over my clit, Nikki asking what I thought. "Tashia wanted a ball stud."

Nikki let me sleep then brought cloths to me when Izzy went to work. She needed help at Pedlars and I had waited tables before and could use the money to get my parents off my back.

"I can't wait to see the tattoo," I said having not seen it in a mirror before getting dressed, though not as excited about being marked forever under my ass.

"I'd have thought you'd be a little pissed," Nikki said, her hand running up my back and to my shoulder while I studied the menu. "You really don't have to memorize this by tonight."

I had always been drawn to older women, Tashia was 29 when we met and 31 when we split. Nikki was in her mid-30s and Jill, well I guess she's got MILF status so the age doesn't matter at this point, though she'd faded to back having passed me off to Izzy, the 18 soon to be 19 year-old.

"What else do I have to do, really?" I said, Izzy's tank holding my breasts in nicely, the braiding Nikki did to my longer hair adorable, her hands in my hair nearly making me climax just to the touch of her fingers in my scalp.

"Do you understand what this weekend is about," Nikki asked, moving away from me, looking over her shoulder, her side boob amazing, her tight ass in her shorts combined with the grin and look back, I was smittin'

"Simple, I'm your daughter's submissive and there will be a hella lotta sex, bondage and torture going on," I started. "My Dad is somehow trying to lead this whole deal and my virginity is going to be up for sale or something..."

"Yeah, that simple," Nikki eyes were wide and on me, her expression, flirtatious. "You are so new to the game, you can sit this one out, just say the word."

I was getting tired of the whole virginity discussion. I would argue for hours with Tashia how she owned my cherry, and that her fucking me buckled into her strap-on DID count. She wanted to see me with a man, it was really the beginning of the end because she wanted us to share the man she eventually left me for six months later.

"Do I have say in the moment?" I asked.

"Honey, you always have say," Nikki said, moving to me. "You always have choice."

Nikki's hand went to my hand, her lips moved closer, eyes directly into mine.

"It's Izzy, myself, Jill, who don't have say in moments like these," Nikki said breathy her chest heaving up and down fast. "You are SO desirable."

I was a master at decoding between the line conversations, the decision for everything was with the submissives when given opportunity. I quickly made up my mind one something, my hand moving up her torso to her chest, resting there, I leaned in for our first kiss.

Nikki's head turned, my lips pressing against hers, so soft and full, longer than her daughter Izzy's or Carla's, she moved her hands to my face, leaning up since I was taller. The kiss was gentle but controlled, her mouth turning over mine, then the tongue inside my mouth. She moved her face back and slid her hands to my waist, tugging at the shorts that fit me, hers.

"After this weekend I may have to make a play for you," Nikki said, moving to my neck and kissing me there, sucking a little like she was going to give me a hickie, then whispering. "I'm your type, I know it..."

My eyes were closed and she disengaged, my hands out like I was still holding her, I opened to see a pleased with herself woman, swaying her hips, waiting for some sort of response.

"I like it you want to throw your hat into my ring," I jested referring to the piercing still a little sore.

We giggled, connected on a side hug and went back to work, the other staff members arriving, breaking the spell. I met Alice, a server of five years, who showed me the ropes and by the end of the evening I was handling my own tables during the rush and afterwards.

"Great work Rookie!" Nikki said then snapped my ass with a wet towel.

"OWWwww! Shit!" I wailed, it sincerely hurt. "I hope there's more where that came from. Owww!"

"You better believe there is," Nikki said, getting a side eye from Alice.

"Okay..." Alice said with a pause and then turned to finish her dishes.

"You'd better get to Carla's place, Izzy has been blowing up my phone tell me to let you off," Nikki said, then realizing I'd been up most of the last 24 hours. "Girl, I'll text her you need some sleep."

"I'm good," I quipped quickly, though feeling the exact opposite. "I keep hearing the word 'trust'..."

"I trust my daughter is pretty self-involved and may not remember. There, I texted her so she at least knows," Nikki said, pulling me into her office, kissing me again, her arms pulling me tight into her body, her breasts sliding just under mine. "Are you up to seat dropping in the middle of the whole event Saturday night?"

In THAT moment my lust for Jill 100% switched over to Nikki, her eager, energetic, wanton eyes looking at my face, my body, wanting what I wanted in that moment.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, hoping to get some assurance.

"Trust, right?" Nikki said smiling.

"For Fucks Sake, really?" I had heard that word enough. "Whom am I to trust? What the fuck, seriously?"

"I'll tell you this, if you follow my suggestion, you will get your pick of the dommes AND likely end up somewhere in the inner circle. That means money, that means you don't have work for me, though I want you close by," Nikki said, her hand sliding into my hand. "You are my golden ticket and I will take you with me if you trust."

"Trust....trust...trust..." I said, my head down, then moving fast into her body, my hands all over her face, my mouth planting on hers, my tongue rammed deep into her mouth, trying to suck the life out of her lungs, crawl into her skin. Releasing her mouth, taking a deep breath, "Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh.....What do I need to do Mistress?"

I bowed my head, took a step back and knelt on the floor.

Stepping forward, she placed her hand on my head, "Batach, is yiddish for to trust and I hearby give you this name, to come into full effect at Midnight, November 1st, Sunday morning."

I looked up, my eyes big, wanting a little more.

"For now I will coach my daughter, unaware of our union here," Mistress Nikki stated. "Do EXACTLY as she says until the time you are mine."

She pulled an order sheet from her apron laying on the table, and wrote exactly what she just declared. Signing the bottom, guiding me to my feet, and I signed, then she reached for the med kit, pulling out a finger pricker and puncturing her finger, dotting the signature with her blood. I held mine out, turned away, she did the same and applied my blood besides mine.

"Batach..." She said, kissing me and sending me off to Mistress Izzy, dialing her on the phone.

"She's leaving now," Nikki said watching me leave, I gave a kind wave.

The Slut:

In Mel's Voice

"Do you miss your husband, Sophie?" Stupid question, but I wanted a point of reference for her to join me in a discussion.

"Every damn day," Sophie said, laying across my lap, we had fallen asleep together almost immediately after Randle left us. It was a private room, so the cleaning crews left us alone, having to reset everything for Saturday night. "We met because of Woodstock."

She had told us that she had become pregnant, getting morning sickness right when she expected, "no surprise, I took so many cocks, mostly Christos, but the other two multiple times."

Sophie said Christos fled to his parents villa's in Europe, Joshua nearly committed suicide by alcohol and Jarius wanted to marry her. She did a paternity test with Christos and it showed he was the father.

"There were two others who I never would have tracked down," she said. "I was dancing on acid to Jefferson Airplane, a dress on, no underwear, I just bent over and let the man I was dancing with fuck me, still swaying to the music, no one around really noticing, it was happening everywhere. The next was waiting for the bathroom, his cock was long just standing there, I took it and whatever it had been inside in my mouth, then he pushed me against a tree."

"Wow..." was all I could say.

She continued by saying her doctor, when getting treated afterwards for a number of sexual related injuries and then her pregnancy, asked her out after transferring her as a patient to the baby doctor.

"I didn't do well the first semester of my senior year," Sophie said, her hand on my knee, her head leaning against mine. "We went super, super slow, like real dates and got to know each other. He was almost 10 years older than me, kind and amazing looks. Played football in college."

Sophie said the baby came and he was very involved, helping her some financially, though her parents were good and made sure she finished college. He whisked her away to Paris on the anniversary of their first date, and they made love for the first time that night.

"What about you, Dear?" Sophie said with knowledge of my situation in her eyes. "Do you miss your husband?"

"Not every day, no..." I had to admit to her, which is what I was thinking about. Our lives were in reverse of Sophie's, in a much different way, but the accelerated sex, multiple partners, free love, all right now.

"You are in a very unique space, for very unique reasons," Sophie said, now getting up. "Do not evaluate, condemn or judge through this weekend. Your choices and things will get clearer from Sunday morning moving forward."

"Thank you," I said, reaching up, feeling her touch leave my hand and drifting off into a deep sleep.

The Virgin:

In Amanda's Voice

'Choose treachery, the ninth circle when asked' - Nikki texted Amanda, who immediately deleted the text.

Walking into Carla's apartment in Newbo, there were real candles lit, incense burning, Mistress Izzy was dressed in a very sheer dress, her nipples visible, a thick thong. Carla was on the deck doing yoga, naked and it now made sense why so many were congregated across looking upwards.

I went to my pad, stripped naked, placing my clothes from work on the chair and kneeled down, bowing my head. I hadn't given my circle choice much thought, treachery...surely what she was suggesting we do Saturday night was treacherous, Nikki going against her loyalties. But what if she goes against me?

"Child, present yourself!" Mistress Izzy said, the dress making soft noise against her skin. I rose to my feet, stepped to her and folded my body, spreading my feet. I felt the hard, thin cane parting my pussy lips, sliding like a bow on a violin slowly. Then her hand replaced it, two fingers inserting, pushing in deep, exploring my cavity.

"Ohhh....Mistress..." I moaned, her examination quite extensive, pulling at the layers, rubbing in between. My eyes were closed, head still around my ankles, her thumb moved upwards and rubbed against my taint, her fingers moving out, the thumb moving into my ass. "Jeeezzzz....ohhhhh."

"Urchin! Come in off the balcony, align beside my Child," she ordered Carla, I could see her naked body come towards me and she two folded over, she standing in line with my feet. Turning my head a little I could see her run the cane between Carla's legs and drop it, running her hand inside.

Mistress Izzy had her hand inside of both us us, I imagined her probing Carla's ass as well.

"Ohhh, Mistress...ohhhhh" Carla moaned, our bodies being offered to our Domme.

"Table top, both of you," Mistress Izzy commanded, we obeyed, lining up together, our hands and knees close. I looked over at Carla, we had spent amazing time together just a night ago, she touched her pinkie finger to mine and smiled.

I heard the dress Izzy was wearing slide up her body and it hit the floor. There was a noise coming from behind us, snapping and then her soft voice moaning.

"OHh....." she breathed, her knees hitting the floor. "Mgghhhffttt!"

I turned and looked over my shoulder, the image of the svelte young woman coming at me with a large black dildo strapped on, and inserted, at cunt level intrupted by her swat of my ass.

"SWAP!!!"

"Look FORWARD CHILD!" she bellowed.

"AHHH...Ohhhh...." I moaned, her hand no soon landed than the tip of the large phallic cock pushed inside me an inch, then further. "OHHH!!!AHH!!!!OHHHH!!!!"

I was virgin to a man's cock, Tashia however, had an assortment we would take turns fucking the shit out of each other, even practice swallowing on the thinner ones.

"OHH! OHHH! OHH! OH! OHHH! OHHHHH!" I moaned, she rocked me back and forth, her moans coming with mine.

"MMhhpfft! MMMHFPPTTFFT!"

Carla slid her hand over mine, my M.O.M. (Mistress Of the Moment) rocking my cunt, pleasing herself and me.

"OHHH MISTREEEESSSSS! YESSSSS!" I exclaimed, the orgasm cascading across my body, my mouth releasing it to the world. Mistress Izzy slipped out of my cunt and moved quickly to Carla.

"OHHGODDDD!" Carla exclaimed, the lubrication of my fluids sliding it deep into her pussy. "MISTRESSSSSS! OHHHH!!!! OH! OH! OHHH! OHHH! OH!! MMMmppfft!"

"Ohhhh...mmmmhhh!" Mistress moaned, the short side rubbing her spot nicely.

"AHH! AHHH!" Carla exclaimed. "Ohhh YES! YESSSS!"

Her spot hit, her orgasm loud, Mistress rose up after cupping her breasts, kissing her neck, again sliding to me, her hand on my ass the other with a bottle and squirted plenty of lubricant there. She smeared it over my crack, into my ass, it was apparent now what Mistress Nikki meant by doing what Izzy wanted tonight. Her hand went to the cock, and plunged it into my ass, pushing through the tightness.

"OHHHH GODDDDDD!!! FUCKKK!!!" The pain was brief, then the pressure immense, it slide in smoothly, Mistress's hand reached around and massaged my clit, pushing it deep inside my ass. "AHHHH!!! OGFFFHHTTTT!"

Mistress pulled just her hips back and rocked the foward, repeating again and again.

"AHFFG! AH! AHHGGFT! OHHGGHDD!!!" I exclaimed with each, her fingers now pushing and probing inside, the other hand pinching my nipple, her mouth on my neck. I felt like the victim in a horror film getting devoured, I was Mistress Izzy's feast and she was taking it all. "AHFFTTT OHHH!!! YESSS!!!!!"

My body quaked, never having so much sensation at once from another woman, I convulsed and bucked against the rubber cock, against her hand, pushed my neck into her mouth.

"OHHH SHITTT! YESSS!" Hearing my doubled waved climax she pulled out quickly. "GOHHHHDDDD!!! AHH!! YES!!!!"

I collapsed on the floor, leant over and heard the bottle squirt, the same preparation for Carla's turn.

"FUCKKK!!!!" Carla exclaimed. "OHHH JESSUUSSS HHHH!!!! AHHHH!"

Her face showed pain and terror, the large and long dildo pushing into uncharted territory, the ritual of ownership complete, Mistress Izzy taking all of our holes.

"MISTTRESSS OHHH!!!! FUCKKK!!" Carla continued, Mistress pulling back and slamming inside again and again. "OHHH! OHHH! OHHHHhhh!!!!"

The bodies were on top of each other, Carla propping Mistress Izzy up, arms reaching around into places, rubbing nipples and pinching breasts.

"OHhh Mistress...OHHH!! YESS!!!!" Carla pushed back against her hand and rubber cock, climaxing then sliding off the long phallic dick like it was a sword she was impaled on, her face near mine.

"By method of double penetration I declare you both one submissive under my glorious ownership," Mistress Izzy cried out, her breath fast from multiple orgasms, her side of the strap on rubbing her spot so well. "You will forever be joined together."

Carla was crying, the tears streaming down her face, her virgin ass sore and opened in a manner that discarded caring or tact. I didn't care if it would bring Mistress's wrath, I moved and curled her into my arms, sitting on the floor staring at Izzy. She was undoing the strap-on, her eyes rolling back while taking it out of her snatch.

"You're good. You're fine," I said petting Carla's hair, looking up at our tormentor with disgust, knowing it was part of Mistress Nikki's plan. I didn't get punished for my insubordinate stare, rather Mistress Izzy took a step back, and left for her room.

The Slut:

In Mel's Voice

They let me sleep.

Twenty-four hours undisturbed sleep, I remember a young woman coming in to check on me, filling the water by my nightstand. I had gotten up several times to go to the bathroom, take a drink of water, but other than that I woke and it was early Friday morning.

"You look refreshed Melanie," Queen Lucia said, she was wearing a basic uniform, fitted for her fine curves, teal, button down the front dress, the stitching prominent, a hint of cleavage showing from a low top button. "Take a long shower, and we'll go over your day. There's a robe hanging in the bathroom."

She stood up, kissed my forehead, and watched me naked head to the shower. The room smelled of essential oils, they did move me from the room I had spent the night with Randle and Sophie. The mirror was not nice to me, several marks, bruises and my hair looked like it was the end of a mop.

"Slut..." I said slowly to myself in the mirror repeatedly. "Slut...slut...slut..."

I turned on the shower, nice and hot and melted into the sting of it's intensity, letting it mask the dull aches of shear physical performance from the night before.

"You are the Simeon Biles of slut..." I said out loud, talking to myself, letting the water cascade over me. "All of the dick you've taken..."

Sophie said what my head had been telling me, 'get to Sunday' and this thing that had taken over my life, I was an indestructible moth buzzing around the most intense flame. I kept diving into its hottest fingers, instead of incinerating it, engulfing my body in flames, I come out on the other side stronger.

"Follow me," Queen Lucia said, taking my hand, squeezing it tightly. "You performed beyond anyone's expectations last night, and overall."

Her fingers wrapping mine under, swinging while she led me down a long hallway. I had been in three different areas over the past week, they looked similar, this seemingly headed to a conference area. It wound upwards and then into a room with a long table in the middle. Sitting at one end was Gladys (Supreme Grand Mistress Night) flanked by Brian and a woman that looked familiar, but I had never been introduced.

"Please sit Melanie," Mistress Night said, gesturing to the chair to Brian's left. "You obviously know Brian, this is the head of our business department, Carol Sutton."

I smiled, embarrassed, my hair was wet, pulled back, I was wearing just a robe. She was strikingly beautiful, dark hair, tan skin, brown eyes filled with life. She moved to me extending a hand.

"Nice to meet you Carol," I said, composed, my self doubt trying to duck my eyes, I couldn't avert the strong gaze, she was in a business skirt, white shirt, her bra pushing her breasts up, nice humps of flesh jutting out. "I apologize for my appearance, I...."

"I'm very aware of your last couple of days," she said, moving back to her seat, picking up a notepad, flipping over a page, looking down and reading. "You set the single day record for fundraising in our 20 years of operations. You brought in $125,000 for the company, doubling the next highest."

"It was a combination of bids just to get into the room and performance with your three groups." Mistress Night said, she was in full regalia, headdress, a more conventional leather top melting into leather pants. Her makeup was dark with red highlights, her jewelry tasteful and numerous, hanging from her wrists, neck, and waist, her top open to show her mid-riff. "Let me present you with your tip and earnings from the night."

I was handed an envelope, I had watched the 'Below Deck' series where ship workers get tips at the end of a trip. It was thick with $100 bills to the tune of $5,000, Mistress Night said, I opened it to see what they felt like, pulling them out into my hand.

"I don't know what to say," I heard myself speak, when actually my mind raced to a question I held inside 'how do I make more' I thought.

"We wanted you to have this going into tomorrow night, and this afternoon we'll give you more information so you can make the best decisions for yourself and our organization," Mistress Night said, sitting down.

"I've been looking at your first contract," Carol said, standing and addressing me for the first time. "Bylaws state we can not change the spirit of what you signed, we just want to clarify going into a hectic day where you boundaries lie."

She slid me a piece of paper, and without looking at it and staring deeply into her eyes, slid it right back.

"You have to understand I earned this," I said holding up the envelop. "because I have erased my boundaries. Don't clog my mind with rules, 'what ifs' and things that might make me hesitate."

"Fair," Carol said, noting something on the paper then putting it back in her folder.

"Very well," Mistress Night said. "Lucia, please take Melanie to get prepped, the day starts at Midnight."

"Yes Mistress," Queen Lucia said, and took my hand again, leading me out of the room up the hall to a salon type room. "They'll get you ready."

"It all starts at midnight?" I asked, unaware.

"Yes, My Dear," she said, her body moving to mine, her hand slipping between my rope and taking it off. She held me for a brief moment, giving me a small kiss. "We will go over everything."

The Virgin:

In Amanda's Voice

I woke in one of my dark places.

Carla crawled out of our bed and got ready for work. I spent the night with her curled in my arms, I felt content, in control and I was able to console Carla, loving her in her bed. Mistress left soon after performing whatever the ritual was, taking us both from behind in both ways, chanting something about ownership. I crawled out of bed, naked, rubbing my eyes, I had only my work outfit from the other night. I'd officially gone 48 hours without checking in with either parent, nor stayed at home.

Walking out into the kitchen I stood in front of the sliders, looking out at the day, sunny but a crisp autumn air I imagined while the heat blew through the ducts. Two women coming out of the bagel/coffee shop stopped seeing me, pointed, I turned my backside to them not leaving for a minute. I then opened the fridge, finding some soy milk and drinking it straight out of the container.

The shower felt good, I used Carla's toothbrush, brush on my hair and went into her bedroom picking out a tight sweater, knee, ruffled print skirt, no pantie no bra. I used Carla's make-up to get ready, loving her tones taking note of what she used to purchase herself, pulled back my hair and took off.

It was about 10 a.m. and I drove swiftly to Pedlar's, Nikki said I could do prep and work the lunch shift, I loved the slutty, sexy look I created and figured it would get tips.

The 'darkness' in my mood manifested itself in a 'don't give a fuck' approach to everything. Tashia would say I was best in bed in these moods, being more aggressive and not caring so much to cleanliness. In the 'real world' I was blunt, to the point of being callous.

"I need you to braid my hair," I announced to Nikki while I burst into her office, sitting down in the chair across from her desk. The braiding was just a vehicle to getting the information I needed, wanted, desired.

"Ah...okay," she said, dropping her pen, halting her work on next week's schedule. "We're awful uppity this morning."

"Whatever this is you're dumping me into started with Izzy fucking me from behind, in both places," I just said it. "Is that what you called her about?"

Nikki paused, started pulling at hair getting ready for the braid, my breasts felt snug in the sweater, my nipples poking into the fabric, I stared ahead letting her start the first row. The silence was calming, I anticipated she would come back with some rationalization, some 'sell job' for giving up my virginity, my ownership.

"You are right to be frustrated with hearing nothing but 'trust' coming from those of us in control," Nikki said beginning to twist and tighten. "Not knowing, anticipating, the shock and eventual submission past our inhibitions are all catalysts to breaking through."

"I see Mistress," I said feeling her wisdom and honoring her position while truly understanding her words. We each let the silence in while she finished row #1.

"It's like a first kiss, but better," she said, gathering the hair on the other side. "We only have time for one on each side, okay?"

"As you see fit, Mistress," My sassiness manifested in defiance of my current Mistress Izzy, but calling her mother Mistress. She finished the other side without any reference to the proceedings of the last 24 hours, nor the upcoming.

I began my prep work for her, and she let me take the first couple tables, checking my entry into the system, helping me when needed. Her hand was soft over mine a couple times, intentional, her hips pressed into my hip. She had a naughty, impish side I noticed, certainly not how she should be acting towards her daughter's submissive.

The lunch crowd was crazy, bikers stopping on a seasonably warm Friday off work and drinking, business people, families, the cliental was everybody and anyone. It was towards the end of my shift, a man parked his bike outside the door, I was letting the hostess have a break and I got him his table and handed him a menu. I couldn't help but look down, the package in his spandex was sizable.

His eyes caught mine and he smiled.

I pushed the stray hairs that came loose from Nikki's braids aside, looking down then out of the corner of my eye to see him sizing me up. I made sure to put him in my section, the sassiness hadn't left my body quite yet.

"What can I get you, Sir?" I said, he was early 30s for sure.

"Water, shot of tequila and a lime. Don Julio?" he asked.

"I believe was have that," I said and turned.

"Miss?" he said getting me to turn right back.

"Yes?" I paused, he got a good side glimpse of my breasts in the sweater, nipple protruding forward again.

"Justin, and your name?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, in a quippy tone. "How rude of me, I'm Amanda and I'll be your server."

"Thank you Amanda," his smile grew as mine began to peak through.

I had gotten a couple more tables, Justin ordered a salad and a second shot, I caught him staring at my ass when I was entering the orders near him at the server's station. He lingered with a drink until it was obvious I was going to be off work soon.

"Amanda?" he called out while I was walking back to roll silverware. "Does your shift wrap up soon? If it does do you want to go get a drink somewhere? It is Friday."

"If you sit there, I can just join you in like 15," I said, wondering how we'd meet somewhere when he was on a bike and I had my car.

"Sounds great," Justin said, and I closed out his lunch check.

I talked to Jenny, the server who was going to take over my section and got us both shots, and then the beer he was drinking and a G&T for me, delivered right after I sat down.

"Oh me," I said after salting my hand, licking it, downing the Don Julio and sucking on the lime. He followed suit and we made small talk, I finding out he was an investment banker and I told him I was between jobs. Nikki was watching me now, somewhat disapproving, which only motivated me to take it a step further.

"Justin, um, I don't wish to be too forward but I'm going to be," I said, my leg moving under the table at the booth we were in and rubbing his. "My car is parked in the far lot with tinted windows and I'd really like to see whats hiding in your spandex."

He smiled, holding my eyes, not responding before downing his beer.

"Let's go," he said getting up, I noticed there was more girth showing than before, my comment inspiring growth.

"I'll be back in a little bit to take care of our check," I said to Julie as we whisked by out the front door. Approaching my car I unlocked it remotely, opened the back door and let him in, curling my head under I lept forward kissing him, tasting the tequila and beer, my hand pushing on his cock.

"Fuck yessss," Justin moaned, my fingers peeling the spandex back, the head popping out while it grew. He wiggled letting me pull the shorts down while our tongues twirled and danced. My hand was now around it, I felt a lot more below.

"I want you're number when this is all done," I said, looking up at him before moving my lips to the head.

"Ohhhh...you'll get it," he moaned, my tongue circling, my mind going back to he failed attempts in college and then the practice and success I had on Tashia's strap on. "Babby....."

I played with it for about five minutes, licking the shaft up and down, watching his eyes roll back, getting familiar with old rhythms, getting ready for a new one now and this weekend. His hand moved to my cheek, petting me while I licked his balls, sucking on one before coming up.

Pushing my lips over the head, I drew spit and flem releasing it on to his cock in a similar manner of a now infamous woman on Tik Tok, bobbing down, sliding up doing it again and again. The slickness of his flesh was difficult at first, but once a little flem got involved, and the pliability of flesh filled with blood happened, I slid down to his balls.

"Gahhfftt!" I gurgled, pulled up and smiled, his eyes opening to see me, then I spit again and took him whole. "Gahfftttttttt! Gahfffttt!"

I rose up again, now sliding to kiss him, my hand running up and down the slick shaft, not knowing his stamina and accomplishing what I wanted, I began to jack him.

"MMmmm Ammmanda...slid off your panties and ride me," Justin begged to no avail, I smiled, kissing him and stroking him faster.

"Nah Baby, i'm not protected," I said truthfully stroking faster. "You'll get a happy ending..."

My hand worked him and I leant down and began nuzzling the tip while stroking him vigrously.

"Oh Jesus Christ, hold on!!!" He exclaimed, I covered the head of his cock and got a shot of his cum, then another, the rest bubbling over onto my hand, I continued to massage him, it getting softer, my mouth sucking at every drop. I slobbered all over his dick, it getting softer, I kept at him.

I continued to milk is cum into my hand, I moved up his torso, kissed him, smiling, his hands on my face, one slipping down to the discarded shorts getting his phone.

"You're number?" He said, between kisses.

"xxx xxx xxxx" I said, each set of numbers getting a kiss after licking more cum off of my hand. "Mmmm...I expect a call Monday, my weekend's pretty full."

"Deal," he said getting his shorts back on and we walking out of the car together, silent till I got close to the door. "I will call."

He hopped on his bike and was gone.

Walking into Pedlar's I was met with a stern look from Nikki, standing by the bar, her eyes looking at my sweater. I looked down and there was an obvious smear, I walked into the office figuring she wanted to scold me.

"I've never seen such..." she started, I interrupted with a deep, tongue kiss.

"In case you wondered if I spoiled something," I said referring to the cum flavor still in my mouth.

"I did wonder," she said, then going back for more, her mouth covering mine and pushing her tongue even deeper. "This weekend is going to be hard to stay away from you."

I smiled and left for home.

(Next Hades Night - New Series)

1. Master Donnie's attempts to control the events during Hades Night are complicated by the unpredictable actions of the participants, particularly Carol's performance.
2. Lillian's affection for Mel's lifestyle is discovered by her mother Dorthy, leading to an unexpected turn of events for Mel.
3. The approaching Hades Night is filled with tension, as Brian struggles to track the interactions within the society and Mel is ordered to report to Gladys' complex.
4. The lesbian BDSM scene at Gladys' complex is further complicated by the addition of a young, naive virgin named Amanda, who becomes embroiled in the power dynamics between Izzy and Carla.
5. Mel's journey in the society continues to be one of dominance and submission, as she is put on display at the Red Light Buffett Night and confronted with her husband's plans against Mistress Night.

Read also:

• Cleaning Up, Pt. 03
• In this installment, cleaning activities are highlighted.
• Thursday Night: A Driving Adventure
• On Thursday night, an occurrence transpired at a parking facility.