Hades Night - Mel Escapes Hell

This is an extension of the "Being Neighborly Series"

While Grand Supreme Mistress Night descended through Hell, she sent Slut Mel to the depths of Hell (Circle Nine) with the challenge to rise out through all nine levels.

If accomplished, Slut Mel's contract with Mistress Night and Mistress Jill would be voided and the Slut would receive her freedom, or her choice of roles within the community. Slut Mel is conflicted, because she wants to reside with Mistress Night and do her bidding.

The balance of power in the BDSM community located within the two developments, Cardinal Bay and Cardinal Creek, is shifting after almost 20 years of Grand Supreme Mistress Night's domination.

Slut Mel's performance, and making it out of the Circles by Midnight, will swing the power away from the one she wants to serve.

There are many put in place to stop her ascent. The rank and file of the community will be turned on its head....... if she succeeds.

Thanks to expert editing by -

JacobRiley49

(Told from Mel's POV)

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Treachery - Circle Nine

Grand Supreme Mistress Knight's hand twisted and turned as she forced her entire hand into my pussy, her fingers folding over each other to get deep inside, grinding my cunt until a titanic sized orgasm left a puddle of secretion cooling against my flesh.

Interestingly enough, her total domination, turning her hand inside my body, was a metaphor for how I feel about my position at this moment in time, and who I belong to. Still wearing my wedding ring, I laughed at how absurd and irrelevant my vows were now, and had been for most of my 30 years of marriage.

"You need to get started, Slut!" Queen Lucia hissed. Her orders were to make sure I failed to make it out of all nine Circles of Hell on Hades Night (although I did not know this), while leading me on the daunting chase.

The young Queen and I had connected through my display of confidence during the auction; my performance with those who bought me leading up to this grand evening. I had demonstrated how fit I was for any role, and while most in my position cowered at the treatment I was receiving, I was energized.

I stood, naked, whip marks on my body, fluids glistening on my right thigh, indicating the torture I had received for my treachery. I had confessed all I knew of the uprising my husband was leading with our neighbors. I knew he had cheated on me with Mistress Jill after enrolling us in this community, just a few years ago.

"You haven't secured passage to Circle Eight." Queen Lucia said.

"Her hand counts as penetration...!"

It felt like nothing I had ever experienced, my body still quivering slightly, as I stared at my young escort before turning to walk towards the exit. A young centurion from Cardinal Creek, who was watching intently stepped out in front of me.

Lucia stepped up, "Sir, she's met all the criteria for leaving Treachery, except her body has not been penetrated by cock."

"Is that so Slut?"

"Jesus Christ! Fine!" My eyes blazed at her....

Exasperated, I turned to walk back into the various scenes of sex, torture and bondage, but instead quickly pivoted and rushed at the young centurion reaching under his loin cloth finding a limp, soft cock.

"You'll have to do. I don't have all night" I said, dropping to my knees, my mouth taking the floppy flesh between my lips. I could taste several encounters on his skin, as I slid my hands around to his ass.

He relaxed allowing me to revel in his implied permission, my fingers pressing into his flesh, sliding under his balls. "It will count if she can get it up," Queen Lucia said to young Miss Lillian, an unattached Imp. The niece of Grand Supreme Mistress Night, was the one who had been whipping Mel before her Aunt's arrival. She had returned to give us the medallions to allow us to pass freely between the Circles.

"Ohhh"

I felt him expand and rise between my lips; it was a nice cock! I released it and stood, quickly spun around showing him my naked and whipped arse, placing my hands against the door frame and braced myself. Participants were passing by, and seeing my ripe ass up in the air, a few slid their hand over my flesh. I felt powerful.

"Mmmmm"

Lifting his loin cloth, the young centurion who's cock had just been in my mouth entered me and began to pump.

"Ohhh"

One man entering the doorway kissed me and tugged on my nipples, I reached down and fondled his dangling meat, looking back at the young centurion and watching Queen Lucia and Miss Lillian stare at my antics.

"You've done enough now..." Queen Lucia said signifying I had participated satisfactorily, allowing me to slide off the cock and walk over to her, planting a kiss on her mouth; hand behind her head.

"Thanks babe," I said to her, then turned to the young man, gave his cock a good stroke and kissed him hard.

"Slut!" Miss Lillian said, watching us leave.

"Don't you forget it!" I smiled feeling slutty.

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Fraud - Circle Eight

Upon entry into Fraud, I was immediately detained by three men, Queen Lucia having them waiting to ensure I didn't get through the Circle quickly. "This isn't a race, Slut, you must engage in play with the participants. I shouldn't have allowed your dalliance with the young centurion."

"It's a shame you're such a bitch now, Lucia! I did so enjoy the taste of your pussy."

"Besides your whole persona, what Fraud do you intend to pull off?" she replied, sarcastically.

"Funny."

I looked around, searching for an isolated slave, someone beaten down. Before I could move, think or speak, the centurions were all around me, holding my arms.

"I figured you had something up your sleeve..." I hissed at the beautiful queen, her head-dress tall, makeup perfect, long slender legs melting into knee high boots, her ethnicity shown by her dark brown skin, perfect triangular bush over her pussy, trimmed down to a millimeter of hair. Flames expertly painted on her cheeks, vibrant red lips pursed.

"Take her!"

Queen Lucia ordered me be chained to the wall, arms extended, my naked body stretched into an "X". I could hear through the entire room the sounds of pumping, humping bodies; torture scenes and people negotiating. I scanned the room, looking for someone to take advantage of so as to allow my own passage through the Circle.

I had 15-20 minutes in each level if I were to make it out of all nine Circles in time. My own personal goal was to get to Lust - Circle Two - and lose myself there in all the wickedness. I was getting plenty of attention; slaves, Mistresses and Masters alike looking over in my direction. Men with erect penises came at me from various parts of the room, like a wave of zombies calling to me in my shackles.

"Slut, I will make you a Princess."

"Slut, let me elevate your status."

"Slut...

"Slut...

"Slut...

The men, and women, both dominant and submissive, wanted a piece of my arse and sweet pussy; approached me, offering me status and material things. Queen Lucia sent them all on their way; their claims all deemed fraudulent.

"It must be more specific than the drivel these clowns have offered." I was advised by the gloating Queen.

"Let me out of these shackles Lucia, and I will dazzle you," I said.

I saw a tired and beaten down woman in her 50s, outfit in tatters, beautiful curves on her ample frame - that would be my target.

"If you mis-step Slut, you will be flogged for a full 1/2 hour, more than one will ensure you do not have time make it out of the Nine Circles."

"Fucking let me go, Cunt! AHHHH!"

Lucia smacked me across the face with her fist, then kneed my thigh before unlocking my feet, then hands. My arms and legs free I kicked out at her, missing. I rushed over to the woman who was laying in a lump, eyes open, just staring at me as I approached.

"Stand up Whore!" I screamed, the woman jumping to her feat in tears.

"What is your name?!"

"Heather...AhhH!"

"Don't look at Mistress Puella!" (My self named dominant persona)

"Yes Mistress! AHHH!"

"Did I ask you a question!??...."

She didn't respond.

"AHHH!"

"I did just ask you, what is your answer cunt!"

"No...no you didn't, Mistress Puella"

I reached out and grabbed her long hair, pulling at her head, leading her to one of the scenes on the edge of the room. Heather was wearing a sheer night-shirt that was ripped; her make-up totally smeared. She was disoriented. It looked like a group of men had had their way with her, splotches of cum dried to her body and clothes.

"Would you like Mistress to find you a long, fat, cock to suck on?"

"Yes Mistress, anything..."

I took her to a bench, pulled her arms over and chained them to the base, her ass was propped up, her legs spread and anchored at the bottom. Queen Lucia was intrigued, my fraud obvious to her in that I was no Mistress, yet had this woman ready to be impaled and submissive to my orders.

"Spank her!"

Lucia sprung up, obeying my command and began to smack Heather's ass repeatedly.

"AHH! AHHH!"

I saw a Master walking in, looking fresh as though he had just arrived.

He looked young. "Master, welcome to Fraud," I quickly said, bowing at his feet.

"Thank you, ummm..."

"Mistress Puella," I said hiding my slut ring, my naked body and marks confusing him.

"You have a taste for submission Mistress?"

"I've already mis-stepped this evening Sir, and I yield to your dominance."

"I see...then you have something for me?" (Rules were such that when yielding dominance you have to give up a slave, pet, Imp or your own pussy/arse.

"Yes, this way, Sir."

I led him to the woman, he undid his belt, leaving his knickers on the floor and put his cock deep into the poor woman's cunt.

"OHHH! MASTER!"

The fraud was complete and now I needed mine.

"I've been bad, Sir," I said, showing him my Slut ring, admiring my fraud. "AhhH!"

He slapped me across the face.

"AHHH!H!!!"

Master pulled me by my hair, throwing me over the body of the woman, his hands on my hips, I spread wide, my breasts pressing into her back.

"OHHHH! SIRRR!!!"

He drove his cock deep into my pussy, my hand rubbing Heather's plump cheeks, moving it to her cunt, inserting two fingers.

"Mistresss...." Heather cooed.

"Oh Master"

The man's average sized, but wider than many, cock pushed into me hitting some mid-range spots that the long dicks had missed. I was becoming acclimated to knowing cock size upon insertion. This young Master's cock was just a little smaller than my husbands, a cock I hadn't had in weeks (one of only a few in the neighborhood in his stable)!

"You VILE SLUT!"

I must have been his first, he came so quickly, the cum bountiful and warm. I felt him pull out and immediately another set of hands were on my hips and another on the woman's.

"Have at them, Sirs!" Queen Lucia cried out. "They have been scorned and defiled for their deceit and fraudulence."

"BITCH!"

"Well played, but I have cards to trump yours!" Queen Lucia said with a grin, slowing me down with more dick. Participants from the opening ceremony were being herded into all circles. A black man with a long penis was standing in front of me.

As a Slut I had no choice. He stepped forward and pushed his cock between my unresisting lips.

"MGFFTT!!!"

I swallowed the long shaft, spitting and rubbing my spit in, my arse getting hammered by a second cock, this one shorter, maybe the shortest I'd ever had guessing 5 inches. I looked back over my shoulder at the older man, in his 60s, dressed like the 'Indian' from the Village, pumping at my backside.

"MHHFFfftt! Gmmffttt! GAahhMmmfft!"

I was getting slammed on both sides and so was Heather. Lucia smiled, proud of her work detaining me past the minimum. I would find a way to control the next Circle and make up time; for now I just had to take each cock as they came, literally!

The large group moved away as the men took longer to cum and they were distracted by bigger challenges. The older man pulled out and came on my back, I swallowed the short black guy's load and Heather took a facial, then a cock up the arse.

I turned to Lucia as the next man approached and looked up with hooded eyes.

"I need to pee, could you...?"

"I'll step aside, but I'll find you later Slut!"

I looked over my shoulder. A husky bearded man with leather wrapped everywhere was sizing up my arse and cunt.

"I really need to clean up. Will you wait here, please, Sir?"

"Don't dally, Slut!"

I had my opening and darted for the door, showing off the medallion to pass to the next Circle. I flipped Queen Lucia off when she turned to see I was gone. I left the Circle with cum streaming down my leg, drying on my back and swimming in my stomach.

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Violence - Circle Seven

I had picked Queen Lucia's pocket of the medallion gaining me 5-15 minutes of separation while she radioed for clearance and gaining a new pass. I needed to get through two levels fast without getting caught, or being caught up to.

Violence was going to be easy.

I rushed in once I had been cleared at the entrance and saw the biggest, tallest, most sinister looking Master, in dark leather from head to toe, standing outside one of the challenge rings and got into his face.

"My God Slut, your presentation is disgusting!" The foreboding Master said. "Arrggg!"

I punched him in the dick and stepped into the circle.

"Seriously? SLUT! You're going to regret that!"

I got into my best wrestling pose. We countered around the circle, staring and glaring at each other.

"You pin me you get my arse!" I offered.

"I get whatever I want!"

"FUCK!!!"

He swept my legs and in an instant was on top of me. I elbowed his face, getting a weak strike in, kicking his back, catching his thigh. I had been physical enough to fulfill that part of the Circle, but I continued to struggle, his hands strong, turning me and pinning me on the mat.

"Take my sabre, SLUT!"

His cock was hard, it slipped beneath and he raw dogged my tiny hole, no lubrication.

"OH GOD! MASTER! OHHHH!" I screamed.

He forced it in, thick and long filling me with deep strokes.

"JESUS!!!!" He stretched my hole, widely.

His head adornment made him tower over my body, covering me in shadow. I was nervous, my eyes scanning the door for any sign of Queen Lucia.

"Fill me Master!"

He pulled out, straddled my breasts and jacked it wanting to blow his load into my face.

"Disrespectful Slut, take my seed!"

I opened my mouth, took two shots on the lips, eyes, cheeks and tongue, sucking up his cum. He stood up allowing me a chance to get away. I shot away from him fast.

Another man reached out and tackled me. Pushing him off me, I slid away and scurried towards the door. The medallion still in my hand I made it to the exit just as Lucia made it into the Circle.

"Pass..." the centurion said, somewhat disinterested.

I leaned in and whispered, "If you get a break I'll be on the rack and I need a good cock."

He smiled and went back to checking-in the people as they entered.

I stepped into Heresy - Circle Six - and looked for someplace to hide.

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Heresy - Circle Six

I watched the centurion carefully. He didn't see the direction I went and when he turned his head I circled back behind several racks towards the break room.

"You!"

A petite young blonde woman yelled, wearing a collar that signified she was in Supreme Grand Mistress Knight's stable. She was gorgeous, holding a whip at her side as she walked towards me, the large letter "A" attached at her throat signifying she was an 'apprentice-level' Mistress.

"Slut! Freeze!"

She had the drop on me having been sent information from those watching from all the cameras. I didn't stop and sprinted towards the break/shower room.

"Goddamn it!" she screamed.

Giving chase, not summoning assistance, she sprinted after me, skidded around into the break room, passing people coming out. I ran to the very back shower stall, turning the water on and submerging myself. At least I'd get clean, clinging to the medallion, feeling the cold, then the hot, water. I peered out of the curtain side and saw her come in, alone.

"Mistake..." I said to myself, grinning.

I finished rinsing off as she was walking around between the benches adorned with several items of clothing and adornments. There were three other showers running, and she walked slowly, getting close...closer.

"Slut. Tgghhhffftt!"

As she passed, I grabbed her, stuffed a washcloth in her mouth, and pulled her in with me under the spray. I pressed her back against the hard divider, pushing the cloth in further and staring into her eyes. There was a temporary tattoo on her forehead that said "Durga".

"Durga, you will obey me and disavow your Mistress until I make my way out of this Circle!"

"Gurrftt! SsssTTTT!"

She struggled indicating to me she was not going to comply. In Heresy roles can reverse if dominance is obtained. I wrapped my arm around her chest and neck and slid my leg between her legs pushing her harder against the wall.

"I've got you Durga! Submit!"

I heard the door bang open and shut, and I assumed Queen Lucia was either in the room or would be soon.

"Kiss me until I stop...when I release you and am clothed, you are free - you are your Mistress's property again. Don't make me turn you over to the dungeon."

I pulled my hand away, took the washcloth out. Durga didn't scream or curse accepting my request. She covered my lips with hers, kissing me deep, our bodies under the shower. My hand found her arse, and my fingers moved around and into her twat, two deep.

"Ohh"

I pushed up harder, ingesting her breath through my mouth.

"Mmmmm"

I finger jammed her figuring if caught we'd be pulled out by a centurion, taken to the dungeon and fucked for the next hour. After a good five minutes I twitched the curtain, peeping out, my fingers still deep in her, seeing there was no one in the room. We stepped out of the shower, and I let her go, then threw a towel to her.

"Dry off..."

She had a half angry, half wanton look on her face, not wanting me to stop the stimulation I had given. She stripped naked out of her wet clothes and began to dry off her body. Every break room had an open wardrobe in which I found some panties, a bustier and some adornments that she could put on. I found a body suit a little bigger than ideal, but it worked, opening exactly where needed between my legs, but left my breasts pinned flat against my body.

I zipped it up, looking at Durga who's face was now just sad.

"You did well, Child," I said moving in for a kiss, eyeing the door, getting ready to sprint out and thinking I was going to get caught. I raced away from her, lips still pursed, eyes closed. I slid out of the door and to the left where I had noticed a grouping of racks, benches and tables with various devices used to inflict pain.

I needed to engage in a scene and get penetrated. I had found a belt and was able to hide my medallion in a compartment. I had also put on wrist and ankle straps with carabiner clips for easy restraint.

My heart leapt with excitement seeing a familiar face and body with a group of women. It was Camilla, our neighbor next door, one of my husband's slaves.

"I submit to you," I said to her, bowing.