Gladys Knight, Grand Supreme Mistress Night (Duvessa) is making her way through all nine Circles of Hell on Hades Night.
She is in jeopardy of being challenged for her throne as leader of the community of BDSM enthusiasts living and playing together in Cardinal Bay and Cardinal Creek.
She's made it out of Lust - Circle two and headed downwards.
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Circle Three - Gluttony
My strategy was simple; visit each Circle of Hell and perform one or two acts in each. Hitting them in a row was only open to Officers and above, and included multipliers. I hadn't needed to do that in over a decade, but tonight was shaping up to be too close to take any chances.
Outside Circle Three I checked in with Brian, who was constantly watching the numbers come in and, as I predicted, our scores were quickly dominating the other two. We had passed Mistress Anne's Cunt Lickers and were closing in on Master Donnie's Degenerates.
Our rank and skill were going to carry us, and my participation would extend the lead, so as long as I had time I was going to get involved in as many Circles as I could. I planned to get through all of them.
Walking into the Gluttony circle, which was well lit I could see the remains of a combination of foods, and sexual excesses. To my right in a room, smaller than Lust or Treachery, were assistants preparing live charcuterie arrangements on bodies covered in either meat, cheese or fruit. They were being rolled out to areas where as many as 20 people were ready to devour the treats and then the human board, often enjoying and tasting the rewards on offer.
A couple of beds were lined with plastic sheets and people were smearing cake, whipped cream and other sweet and sticky treats all over each other and eating a combination of sexual fluids with the treats; inserting whipped cream canisters in asses and cunts, then diving in mouth first.
The bukkake area included one or two women with 5-10 men surrounding each. Each woman was jacking and sucking them, the men eventually cumming all over the female faces. The women had to stay ready until they got 20 loads, the men had to cum twice. Elevated scores included ingesting by the women and the men kissing the women afterwards.
In the middle of the room was a group showering area for those who needed cleansing. This area often degenerated into an orgy in the warm spray. This was not advisable for those competing, because there were no points to be scored while enjoying oneself in the wet tangle of bodies.
I saw Sophie, our sexiest, older member (early 70s), who helped Mel through training, standing naked with two men, stroking one cock nice and slow. They were younger by 20 years or more (one maybe 30 years), but she knew her way around the Circles of Hell on Hades night. This was a great way to enjoy your evening.
"Hey there, Sexy!" I called out. We had been together frequently when we first started this community. Her expert mouth and firm body when she was the age I am now, was a treat. Sophie motioned for me to come over, still stroking the 7" cock, hard and thick, her hand moving slowly.
The other man was older, I would guess around 50, his cock wasn't as long or thick, but it WAS rising, looking over at me.
"There's a space over there for small group play," Sophie said, pulling the younger man towards me, the other following now playing with himself. "Some strawberries and honey sound good?"
"Let's do it," I said, and settled into the area which had two flat loungers with no backs, and a table in the center, with a plate of fruit, honey and other tasty treats. "I just don't want to have to take a shower."
"I'll be sure you're clean," the 50 something man said. "I'm Bruce."
"Bruce, I need you to lay down on that lounger and close your eyes," I said, establishing dominance, causing him to smile and move swiftly to the right padded bench. "Sophie, lay him back and wait for my command."
"Yes Mistress," Sophie said, being familiar with me, speaking to me as though I was a new Domme. I let it slide that she didn't have the Supreme and Grand with my title as she held his cock, stroking it and pressing against the tip. He was fighting against the pulsing cock, fighting the urge to orgasm.
"Slap it 50 times in five 10 slap sets, make sure it bounces against his stomach," I commanded my slave of over 18 years.
"Yes Mistress," Sophie said, releasing the thick member, drawing her hand back.
"Swapp! Swapp! Swapp! Swapp! Swapp! Swapp! Swapp! Swapp! Swapp! Swapp!,"
The hand meeting his cock hard, open, swinging it against his body.
"Opfhht! Opfhht! Opfhht! Opfhht! Opfhht! Opfhht! Opfhht! Opfhht! Opfhht! Opfhht!" the man exhaled in discomfort.
This happened four more times while I readied two plates. When Sophie was finished, I handed her some whipped cream in a small white container. She dumped it on the warm meat that she had just slapped. Then, like a trained seal she dove into the cream, her lips sucking the sweet, sticky mess from the side of his shaft.
"Ohhhh...." the man moaned.
"What is your name, boi?" I asked him, setting my tray down beside Bruce, his cock straight up, and grabbing a handful of grapes.
"Devon....ohhhh, Sophieeee!!!!" She had scooped more cream, then went for his balls.
"Don't cum, knave, no matter what she does!" I ordered, taking a grape and inserting it in my cunt. Then another...and another...and three more. I enjoyed the coolness, my Kegel exercises holding them tight, but gently. I moved to where Bruce's head was and squatted back. "Enjoy...."
I leant back, his mouth sucking on my lips, coaxing the first grape out prying at it with his tongue. "Mmmmm...ohhhhh," I moaned, the wetness of his mouth, the cool air, the other grapes moved down inside me. "Ohhhhh...."
"Ohhh GOD! Sophie!" Devon moaned. She took his shaft deep into her throat; her aged ass beautiful in the light, using her body weight to let him penetrate.
"Don't let him cum," I scolded my elder slave. She technically was in my stable, not active enough each year to move up in rank, just a occasional participant who came out every Hades Night.
"I don't want to have to whip that fine ass of yours..!"
Moving my hips down I let him lick gently at my folds, his eagerness showed as he raised his head, mouth over my cunt, licking my taint.
"Mmmmm...Bruce...."
Pushing down, his tongue searching for a grape so I released two. I pulled away from his mouth, stepping around to see his adequate cock, it was skinny, cute with the little helmet. I stroked him slowly, watching him chew the grape flesh that he just harvested from my pussy. "Ohhhh...Mistress....
HEY! AHHHH!"
"That's Supreme Grand Mistress to you, Urchin," I hissed, digging my nails into his balls, pinching before releasing
"AGgghh. Supreme Grand Mistress, Ohhhh..."
He consumed his grapes and I moved off him and went over to Sophia who had expelled the thick cock. Looking at it I assessed it was the same length as Devon's, just a lot thicker. I spread my legs and let the rest of the grapes pop out of my cunt one by one into my hand then extended it to Sophie. She smiled and gladly took them, eating one at a time.
"I'm heading out," I said, and motioned to Devon then moved to Sophie. "Keep indulging these two for me."
I moved to her and kissed her deep on the lips, her hands on my hips and then on my back. It had been three years since we embraced and kissed, and I missed her soft lips and strong hands.
"Let's catch up next week," I said, holding her hand, looking at her pink nipples and wide smile. She nodded yes, as I left.
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Circle Four - Avarice and Prodigality
With the taste of whipped cream from Sophie in my mouth, I departed, smiling at our small dalliance, albeit with two rather average participants. I felt guilty about surrounding myself with the fittest and most endowed workers at my estate, in my stable, and who I had been associated with before. I took a break, ducking into a private lounge to touch up my make-up and rest, having some water and a light snack. It was only 9:48 p.m. and I was well ahead of the curve, in time to visit all of my Circles of Hell.
I looked in the mirror and saw myself of 15 years ago, the lighting and makeup hiding the wrinkles, the changes in my face and body, bolstered by the intricate leather details of my outfit. I chuckled, thinking how 15 years had passed, Rylan always by my side.
I didn't care about 'keeping control', or the score. We used this time to connect with people and each other.
I remember first encountering Sophia and her husband in Level Two back in the day. He was a fit man, and rivaled Brian for cock length. Rylan was a large, ex-lineman and Sophia just adored him, our bodies switching partners; it really didn't matter then like it did now in my mind. She was a Goddess, slender, perky breasts even at the age she was. We spent the whole night with them, introducing players to each other, creating a tapestry of affection woven into the 'over the top' group sex.
"Supreme Grand Mistress, do you have a moment?" Brian called to me, peeking his head into my room. He had obviously been using the capability in the bracelets to track me. I had yet confronted him with the information I got from Mel's torture sessions, or his own connection to the Gays of Cardinal Creek.
"Yes Shitstain. What is it?"
"Duvessa," Brian started, "We have pulled ahead and should have an insurmountable lead soon."
"Why should I trust you, Shitstain!??"
If there were time I would have denounced him; read him page after page of confession from Mel talking about Brian, Jill and Donnie's plans to take my place as the head of the community. There was not and I could only project my disdain for him and take solace in my plans for his traitorous acts at the end of the evening.
He handed me an iPad, showing the scores in real time, changing second by second, so many bodies doing so many deliciously devious things.
"You probably have this rigged to tell me exactly what you want me to see,"
Handing it back, I noticed he had his shirt off, a centurion loin cloth covering his cock, the head dangled just below, I was a sucker (literally) for his girth.
I reached for it........... "Ohhh...Mistress."
My hand covered it's helmet, squeezing the pliable flesh, then my mouth going to his cock and suckling the tip. He started talking...
"I've been a bit busy....ohhhh....you'll want to help your team....go find a young stallion, your points are off the charts."
I had stopped and listened to his good advice. Counter intuitive if he was trying to take my throne that he'd not continue to distract me.
"You are right, I'll admit THAT only behind closed doors."
I released his shaft from my hand, stood up and kissed his forehead.
"I should have taken you as my own years ago....but this is too much fun."
I slapped his ass, referring to when Jill had offered him to me as my husband, I instead wanted an indentured situation. She was just feeling guilty and effectively he was my man around the house after Rylan died on his cock.
"Have you seen Mel?" I asked.
"She made it out of Violence, last I knew," Brian checked the iPad. "Holy Shit she's whizzed by you and is in Gluttony."
"There's no way she makes it through Circle Two - Lust - very quickly, I mean a slut in Circle Two?" Also, Limbo is not her thing and if she still has time she'll fail there...too vanilla for her appetite to find a partner."
The first circle of Hell - Limbo - is where those who do not want to subscribe to the orgy of bodies reside, and she had to find a man and a woman that were willing to have sex and then move swiftly into Circle Four - Avarice and Prodigality - which is about greed and loose spending being at odds.
This level is our most classic BDSM room with stocks, tables and various hooks and restraints pitting those who are indentured against the people they owe. If you belong to the society and are not paid up, or can not afford all of the steep price to attend this evenings event, you have to spend time in Circle Four.
