This chapter highlights the exploits of a number of dominants and subs during Hades night, the annual sexual free-for-all, and how it sets up the final battle for control of them all.
All excerpts are told from the lead persons POV, or a third person.
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Master Donnie and his stable entrenched themselves in their circles taking care of their scenes or personas, racking up point after point during the yearly celebration, "Hades Night".
The communities of Cardinal Bay and Cardinal Creek, two developments that harbored a secret community of BDSM enthusiasts were in a battle for leadership. Grand Supreme Mistress Night (Duvessa), had held control of the entire group for the, almost 20 years, of its existence.
Donnie had been championed by Mistress Jill who had pursued him and his wife Mel to add to her stable, but he later flipped Mistress Jill, forcing her into submission alongside his wife.
Mel had been controlled, her long dormant hyper-sexual nature turned on, and she found herself being degraded to a slut for Grand Supreme Mistress Night (Duvessa).
Mel was given the challenge to make it through the Nine Circles of Hell during their annual Hades Night festivities. She made it through and was awarded her freedom to choose her future role, stable and position in the BDSM community.
Donnie and Mel's daughter Amanda, who was brought into his stable late through her attraction to Mistress Jill and her daughter Carla, had never had sexual intercourse with a man and her virginity was the prize to be competed for. At the ceremony, she gave this up adding the resulting competition scores to an unknown stable.
Grand Supreme Mistress Night, at age 62, travelled to each circle during Hades Night, ending in the arms of her sweet consultant Carol Sutton, feeling confident she would have her victory that night.
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Master Donnie
At the beginning of the night, Brian sat me down and was very clear about the numbers he was showing me. He was developing their strategy of setting up scenes and rolling as many participants through as possible, a week before Hades Night.
"Everyone accumulates stacks of points, and, the more participants, the more points,"
Brian showed this on a large graph, at a gathering of all dominants at his house, wanting to be away from the complex. His main role as permanent slave to Duvessa stemmed from his involvement in her husband's death, years ago.
He turned to me.
"We have Mistress Jill and Mistress Nikki to connect with your points through their movement between the circles, getting small multipliers and exponentially adding to the total value."
I nodded at Brian's explanation.
"There are dozens of ways that nobody usually uses, but with this year's competition for Amanda's virginity, and whatever the hell is going on with Mel, they will factor in," Brian said, continuing to look at me. "This year has a 'Gregory' theme it seems like."
Brian continued. "I will score limited points, and most go towards Duvessa, so I'll try to keep my dick in my pants, literally!"
"The top three teams will compete at the end when you have to declare stable movement from your encounters, all stables coming forward, and even those in the crowd can declare," Brian said. "It's always so late that there is minimal movement and few surprises. It could theoretically snatch defeat from the jaws of victory if you do not control your stables carefully."
We were all interconnected and I had worked hard over the last two weeks submitting my stable, gaining their favors; embedding and reinforcing our relationships. I had a short time to take on subs, and keep them, compared to other Dommes and I was worried about keeping my submissives and dominants in the fold.
I had chosen to set up a scene in Circle Eight - Fraud. Brian had indicated that it was second to "Lust" as the most chosen circle, and would get good traffic. My dominants and their submissives were heavily into Circle two - Lust, and others were scattered out over all the nine Circles of Hell from Daunte's Inferno.
My fraud was simple, and spoke to the inner child in many of us, where our deviant attributes were formed as adolescents. I had set up a carnival stand where you would shoot a basketball into a rim that was too small to take many, if any, shots. I would demonstrate how the ball fit through the hole, making it look easy, then watch them fail.
On average maybe 1 in 20 shots would go in and if they went in, the participants got to spin a wheel of prizes, delivered by me or my submissive assisting me. If I was the only one the wheel would only stop on "long, slow kiss" versus all the others - "Choice torture", "Choice sexual act", "Choice domination or submission".
The trick was that if the participant didn't make it in their three tries, I got to spin the wheel and between myself and my submissive we'd get to execute what the wheel selected. On those spins I would switch from landing mainly on the kiss to one of the other more intense acts.
I dressed in a black vest, black carnival style hat, and wore black 'speedo' style bottoms with crotchless leather chaps; dark make-up around my eyes.
I had a literal carnival booth, with devices that elicit pain hung on the walls, then the basketball hoop, some stuffed animals for show, the wheel or prize/punishment, and also some pictures of old time carnival set ups.
The subs to assist me were chosen by Mistress Jill, set up before hand with residents who didn't declare a stable. Her hope was that their experience with me might swing them in our favor and rack up points for us now, and after, Hades Night. She said they were neighbors from the developments who usually practice on their own, or just went out for Red Light Nights.
"You'll recognize a couple, I think," Mistress Jill said. "I don't exactly know everyone you used to hang with...I know you've socialized in garages, whilst not knowing there were people tied up in their basements."
I was practicing with the whips, getting a feel for them, when an older woman, Sophie, came in. I definitely recognized her from chats I had with her whilst out walking our dog. She was a widow who spoke kindly about her deceased husband - her descriptions of him physically -and her attention to me made me wonder about her, as I discovered the community's secrets.
"Master Donnie," she said, bowing her head and slipping into the required "A" pose for inspection. She had black and velvet body paint on her lower body; pussy shaven, her body impressive whilst aged and thin. She had to have been working out!
"Rise," I said, not feeling like using a degrading word, nor calling her by name. Her chest was covered with a black push-up leather corset, many pieces cut out, but still fanning out over her hips.
"You have aged well, Sophie!"
"I'm glad I please you, Master," she said, entering. She then stroked my cock against the fabric barely containing it.......
"Do we have time for pleasure? I had the pleasure of loving your wife, Mel, the last couple of nights."
My hands pushed on her shoulders, forcing her downward, but still looking up at me; smiling. I had imagined these types of greetings when prepping for tonight, keeping my focus, her hands dragging my underwear down, the openness of the chaps letting them remain just under my growing cock.
"Ohhh," I breathed, her aged lips pleasuring me, licking first on my balls while her hand caused me to grow in length. She then sucked it in over her lips, almost immediately getting the modest length all the way inside.
"Gmfft!"
I pumped her about 10 times then pulled out, my hands going down, the body paint yielding to moisture in the older woman's pussy; little pink lips appearing, asking for me. My cock slid down her back as I squatted then knelt behind her, I slipped inside.
"Mmm, oh Master..."
"Do you ever think of me when you are alone at night, Sophie?"
"Ohhh...yes Master...."
I rammed myself against her while she looked over her shoulder on all fours, both of us knowing we couldn't have a conclusion here.
"Ohhh...pity..."
I pulled out understanding her disappointment. She sighed before we stood and kissed for a moment. I then explained the scene. She said she was available for two hours before having to go to Gluttony; wanting to meet the Grand Supreme Mistress.
"Mmmm" I said as she stroked my cock, wet from her cavity, putting my underwear back.
"You'll have to stop over after getting the mail sometime." Her devious smile was welcoming. "If you decide to give up your independence and serve me, I would make it a weekly occurrence," I said holding her. "Think about it at declaration time."
"I will, Sir," she said bowing, and sucking my nipple.
We were all set and had time to get to the opening ceremony to hear Duvessa greet us all. I had zoned in on my responsibility, and didn't consider everything I had been obsessing about the past week. I held Sophie's hand, cupped her arse while listening, then we hustled back to set up before the doors were opened and the participants arrived.
To say the first hour was a dizzy mess of bodies, sex and submission is an understatement. People stepped up knowing the game was rigged for most of them. Surprisingly, two won right away and were awarded the long slow kiss; one with me and one with Sophie.
"Leave it off. As Master you can direct any punishment or act to me," Sophie said rubbing my crotch. "I want it all."
I was in full carnival barker mode pulling them in, demonstrating the game, spinning the wheel, choosing the act. I involved myself in half of the punishments; many times having a young lady on my cock, her mouth or her cunt pleasing me, while I played the next round.
A few times I had two vying for my attention whilst I tried to move as many through as possible, but still giving them experiences, showing off my Masterful skills. I did some whipping or flogging of male submissives; Sophie sucking them off sometimes as bonus fun.
