Hades Night - Virgin in Hades

Amanda Gregory grew up around the lifestyle, never understanding her parents quirks. Attracted to women first, she found some affinity for satisfying men orally, getting into a long term relationship with a Tashia in college, making it to 22 years old without having taken a real penis.

The community that her and her parents were part of had several kinks. Amanda had recently fallen for an older female neighbor, Jill, while her daughter Carla, may join a stable of young bi-sexual women controlled by Mistress Nikki and Mistress Izzy.

Amanda had been approached by Mistress Jill about her virgin status, the same Mistress Jill who brought her father and mother into the lifestyle.

(From Amanda's POV) - Batach, the yiddish name for 'trust', is the name given by Mistress Nikki who stole her from her daughter Izzy's stable. Amanda just got pierced and tattooed with "Izzy", under her cheek. She has been claimed by Grand Supreme Mistress Night and named "Betulah", the Hebrew word for Virgin and offered up at the end of Hades Night.

Amanda's fickle mood and limited attention span found her tired of the whole thing...enjoy.

Thanks to expert editing by - JacobRiley49

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Rebellion

I had had enough with the bullshit surrounding "The Community" and who's stable I belonged to, what my words mean to whom. I'll admit getting trained by Mistress Izzy and her Mother, Mistress Nikki, was hot as fuck, not to mention my appreciation of them hooking up, and enduring training with long time neighbor girl crush Carla.

I believed I'd given up my virginity to my dyke girlfriend Terri and her 10" strap on months ago. Carla's mother, Mistress Jill, who I really wanted to be under in more ways than one, said it was "still intact."

Mistress Izzy had busted my cunt with a strap on just a couple days ago. It was time I got the real thing, fuck the "Community".

"Park behind Pedlar's by the tree line, no one will see you," I texted to Justin, a biker in his early 30s I'd waited on and blown in the parking lot a day ago, having shared my number.

He started texting me just an hour after trying to convince me to stop over at his place even after I had serviced him so well, swallowing his seed.

I was going to visit him after the weekend "community" activities and this whole virginity thing, I couldn't give a shit. That was the case until Mistress Jill passed me to Mistress Nikki who passed me onto her daughter Mistress Izzy and I began to like some of the power dynamics, but it was all getting old.

I watched for Justin's car- the one I had climbed into and taken his 8" cock into my throat - finally slipping past Nikki, the bar owner, and out the back door when I saw it come into the lot.

"You smell delicious" I said, climbing in, kissing Justin hard, slipping into the passenger seat. "You ready to pop my cherry."

There was no cherry left, the large dildo attachments having busted through it a couple years ago, but my saying it sounded dirty and delicious.

"Mmmm, Mandy, Baby. I can't wait!" Justin said enthusiastically driving off. He was wearing tight spandex at my request; my hand in his lap rubbing his cock.

"I've had a couple of girlfriends fuck me prosthetically, but I can't wait to feel flesh inside of my gorgeous pussy," my words and my hand getting his cock to rise.

"That's hot Amanda, ohhhh...."

I giggled, turning on the older man who was driving fast in order to get me to his place wanting urgently to fill my pussy.

"Can I taste you first, Baby?" he asked.

"You can do whatever you wish with me," I said, head on his shoulder, his hands turning the steering wheel into his driveway and slowing to a stop. "Just be sure to treat my piercing down there right."

"Oh God, a piercing! That's SO Hot! Let's go!" he smiled, kissed me and out we got, then up the short steps to his modest house, just off of I-80.

"Strip for me," Justin said as he plopped down on the couch after pulling down the shade to the front window.

I smiled and began to dance to an imaginary song, swaying seductively, keeping eye contact, my hand rubbing over the tank top carrying the bar's name, cupping my breasts, pressing into my own soft flesh. I slid my hand down, pushing the elastic waist band of my shorts with it, sliding them down my thighs and knees, dropping them to my ankles and stepping out of them.

"Beautiful," he said, viewing my pink panties; the ones with the little bow at the top. My hands crossed and grasped the tank top pulling it up and over my head, standing straight, showing off my matching bra with bow.

I turned, putting my hands on my thighs, squatting, swaying, showing him my youthful arse, my eyes closed, hands reaching back pulling my panties down over my cheeks, letting them stop at my thighs. I twerked there, ass crack showing, panties around my thighs, looking over my shoulder, his eyes were fixed on me.

I straightened up allowing the panties to fall, then reached around my slim body and in an instant released my bra, turned and and presented myself as a naked offering.

"Your turn, stud..." I said, taking his hand, leaning in showing him my breasts, pulling Justin up from the couch and trading places.

Justin didn't dance, he stayed still lifting his t-shirt up and over his fit torso, abs well defined. I was going to love this man's hard body on my flesh, his large cock in my cunt.

In one motion, with both hands he pulled down his spandex shorts and stepped out of them, then pulled off his socks and presented himself naked before me, his cock sticking straight out.

I dropped to my knees off the couch, walking on them over to him. My hand met the shaft, pulling it to my mouth. Servicing him a couple of days ago had made me hungry for his girth.

"Gahfft..."

"Ohhhh"

My hand slipped under his balls. I nuzzled and slurped him, wetting his dick, playfully popping his head in and out, over my lips. I looked up at him, smiling, continuing my licking, spitting, and then pushing him in deep.

"OHhhh....Fuck...."

Terri had made me practice on the dildo dick, trying to prepare me to join with the man she left me for. In this moment, I was grateful. Mistress Izzy took me with a strap on, I was ready in my throat or my cunt.

"Mmmm...Amandhhhhaaa..."

"Gmmfft!"

I pushed deeper on his cock, sliding it in easily, my butt resting on my ankles, hands on his thighs pushing forward. My relaxed throat took him inch by inch, his hands now on my head helping, pulling me to him, impaling my face.

"Ohhhh Goddd!"

Squeezing his sack, my fingers slid further and pushed at his tiny hole, over his taint and back to his balls. I was fucking good at giving a blow job, he was good at receiving them, pulling back and then he pushed his cock deeper down my throat.

"Ohhh..." Raising up, pushing hard, pulling back, pushing hard, he fucked my face.

"Jesus, Ohhh"

I felt the head of his cock spasm inside my throat and then the fast rush of warmth shooting directly into my belly, opening my eyes to see the surprised look on his face.

"Ohhh...sorry"

I didn't respond, I kept him deep inside me, feeling him pump spurt after spurt, letting his dick deflate. I pulled him out inch by inch and sucked on the tiny slit, milking him with my lips and hands, getting his cum, not letting him be embarrassed.

"Fuck, Amanda...ohhh"

I let it fall out, dangling limp, licking the tip of the sagging member. Seeing him looking down at me I smiled, and then fell backwards.

"You wanted to taste me, so come and get it."

My legs were wide open; he could have risen up and thrust his cock inside me, had he not been totally spent from my suck job. He dropped to the floor covering my shaven pussy with his mouth, his tongue playing with the ball stud pierced through the hood of my clit.

"Ohhh."

Tongue, lips, fingers, his slender digits pushed inside me, opening my folds, he lapped and pushed with his tongue.

"Mmmmm"

Justin fumbled around trying to pleasure me. Terri was skilled and could turn me into a quivering pool in no time, but I hadn't yet had a man who could go down on me as well as any of the woman I'd had, especially Terri.

"Mmm, Baby I want you inside me," I said looking down at his face buried in my snatch, mouth covering my cunt, running my hands through his hair.

He rose up, his cock straight out, this was it! I was getting fucked!

"Jesus Christ, Amanda!" I heard Mistress Nikki scream crashing through the front door.

"WHAT THE FUCK! Shit!"

"SHIT!" Justin yelled, standing up.

"Sit over there!" Mistress commanded, and I slid instinctively away from Justin. Mistress Nikki moved in front of me, stopping me from reaching the cock. "Mmmm, you're a healthy morsel, aren't you Justin?"

Nikki had eyed-up Justin many times in the bar, figuring he was too 'upstanding' to approach socially and too vanilla to recruit for the community.

"Fuck me instead," she said, slipping to the floor, sliding off her shorts, removing her top and bra quickly; tossing them at me.

"Christ, seriously?"

I watched his cock lower towards my Mistress's Mother, kneeling between her legs, looking up at me for a moment then plunging into her flesh.

"Ohhh"

"Uhh"

They began to push and pulse against each other's body. My hand slid down between my legs and began to massage my clit, the long cock I desired now satisfying Mistress Nikki. In a warped way my mind slipped into submissive mode and this was hot as hell, watching my Domme's old lady getting fucked.

"Uhh"

"Ohhh"

Their bodies combined. Mistress Nikki wrapped her legs around his hips as he bounced against her flesh.

"Uhh"

"Ohhh...Ohhh...YESSS!"

She climaxed, but he continued to power into her as, having released a load into my stomach so recently, he wasn't going to be cumming again soon. Watching I tasted some residue from him on the side of my mouth while I buried my fingers deep inside myself.

"Goddd..." I gasped, my orgasm coming quickly.

Nikki's back arched. She looked back at me pleasuring myself with a grin, Justin pounding her flesh over and over. The smell of our secretions and the sound of his pistoning into her amazed me, causing my climax to return, this time with a hard gush.

I moved over her head, my ass facing Justin, her lips waiting for me to lower. Her smile disappeared under my flesh as I allowed her to suck at the plump lips of my pussy. He fucked her harder and I felt her sliding back and forth, tongue striving to stay inside my youthful body.

"Ohhh..."

"uhhh...Uhhh"

He pulled out of Nikki, crawled up her body, pressed his lips to my arse, the tiny hole getting his tongue, my clit getting her tongue.

"Fuck..."

I couldn't think, his mouth sucking my muscle, Nikki beneath me sucking my cunt.

"Ohhh..."

My hands braced when I felt him rise up and place the head of his cock at my cunt, then upwards over my taint.

"Ahhh"

He pushed inside my arse, using his saliva as his lubrication.

"Ahh..Ahhh!"

Nikki's tongue was deep, I felt her hands on my hips lifting higher, his hands in my hair pulling my head back, my torso arching to take him, he slid inside me slowly.

"AHhhh...Ahhhh...Ahhhh"

Inch my inch he took my arse cherry, I began to quake with the pressure. As the pain and ecstasy mixed, turning my nerve endings in my tight muscle into violin strings, they played me like a virtuoso.

"OHhhH! AHHH! AHH! OHH!! YESSSS!"

My fluids sprayed Nikki's face, Justin pulled back and thrust again, pulled back and thrust again.

"AHhhH!"

Nikki's mouth left my cunt. Her tongue went between his ball sack and my taint searching as he fucked my arse while she licked at him.

"Oh fuck!"

Justin pushed inside and held still, Nikki sucked on his nuts and I felt him release deep in my cavity.

"JESUS CHRIST!" he exclaimed.

Nikki moved back to my pussy, sucking and licking against his shaft as he pulled out.

"Go. Clean him!" she commanded getting her dominance back, making me her momentary sub.

I scurried to his cock, sucking the white cream bubbling up around his shaft, surprised to be joined by Mistress, sharing with me while we kissed and sucked his cock.

"My God," he whispered to me when I rose up, leaving Nikki at his shaft. "That was fucking hot."

"You can have her cunt all you want after this weekend," Nikki said, her hand meeting my arse and giving it a spank.

We gathered out clothes and Nikki headed out to her car.

***

Regret

I was freaked out.

Nikki kissed me gently, pressing her hand to my breast when we entered her car. Sitting apart, she looked at me with hooded sullen eyes. She was an Imp, who rose to Mistress so her expressing worry, made me freak the fuck out.

"What's gong on?" I asked as Nikki pulled away, racing back towards the bar.

"I wish you would have talked to me, but now I have no choice."

"Fuck, you're scaring me, please just tell me. Are you going to kick the shit out of me in the basement? Fine! I deserve it!"

"Batach, Child, I... it's just..."

She pulled into the backyard of the bar, a loading truck beside us.

"God's speed, Batach," she said, kissing my cheek. The passenger door was flung open and two men pulled me from my seat, threw a hood over my head and carried me into the back of the truck, leaving Nikki alone.

***

Pain

"AHHH!"

The whip had a hard tip which landed on the back of my thigh, catching the very end, marking me with a red stripe. Lillian, who I would find out was Glady's niece and worked with my moher, drew back and hit me again; and again.

"AHHH;! AHhHHH!"

"50 to go, Betulah." She used the Hebrew word for Virgin now. Having broken everyone's trust 'Batach' was done as my name.

"Rub her down..." said a large man, his cock dangling from a pulled up boxer brief as another woman sucked him off before the young Mistress commanded that he tend to me.

"Don't defile her, she's tonight's 'Belle of the Ball.'"

"Ahhh....ohhhh"

His large hands rubbed the red, swollen, striations on my flesh; cooling, soothing, fingers pressing and kneading my thighs, stomach and breasts.

"Mmmmmmmm"

He turned me around to have my backside available to the whip and repositioned me for the next 50 strokes.

"You are fortunate that you are a virgin and the young Miss is engaging in your discipline, instead of my hand."

"Your cock does not impress, Sir...nor does your hand."

"Are you sure you're not an Imp, Betulah?"

I focused on applying the soothing balm removing the heat of torture and restoring my body in a tingling, total body sensation. I had enjoyed Mistress Izzy introducing me to pain and the whip did sting, producing a tantalizing numb pain and now a body buzzing recovery.

"You ready to finish this, Betulah?" Lillian said, walking back into the room, her generous breasts bouncing, her long red hair flowing down her back, then snapping around her head, emulating the whip.

"Bring it!"

"I do like you..."

"AhhH!"

She snapped me fast, hitting my arse.

"AhhH! AhhH! AhhH! AhhH!"

Lillian repeated this pattern of five 10 times, giving me only 30 seconds between.

I used the same voice cadence and sound, focusing on my breathing, letting the pain absorb and spread from the spot. Lillian hit my spots in general areas, rotating with each strike.

"Release her!" Lillian exclaimed, dropping her whip. "Bring me the oils!"

A young 45, Lillian moved to me, cradling me in her arms, brushing my hair back. My body totally relaxed, my breathing elevated, bring oxygen to the burn. The oils brought circulation to my flesh and aromatic relief; the numb pain stretching across flesh into another dermis lower, heating up my muscles.

"Are you ready for the rack, Betulah."

"Can't you just hold me all day?"

"Nothing would make me happier; you have a greater purpose and must be prepared."

"Sounds like a dish on the menu."

"You are, Betulah. You are."

The large man came forward again. "Betulah, my name is Jaxson, I will take you to the dungeon."

"If you must."

He slung me over his shoulder, my naked nipples rubbing on his back, my juices flowing from the heat of torture and oils. I felt I could fuck him or any man at this point, figuring maybe this was the point. My body was limp, his arms around my thighs, my waist bent at his shoulder, breasts bouncing into his back. He had to have been able to smell my musty cunt from the arse fucking from Justin and the excitement from the whip.

"I will see you at the ceremony." I said to the beautiful MILF, admiring her muscular arms and legs, to go with her 38dds, wavey long hair and freckles.

Jaxson turned and walked out after laying me on a long, wide flat table, chains coming from each side. It had a semi-hard surface that felt warm, giving a little to my curves as I rolled over onto my back.

"Mistress Nikki says you've been bad."

"Mistress Jill..." I said with a sultry tone, my attraction for her couldn't be hidden...ever.

She reached for a chain from the corner and pulled it to my leg.

"Hold still, Child."

"Yes, Mistress."

She locked my left ankle, pulled a second chain from below and locked my right. She then pulled a third for my left wrist and fourth for my right wrist. The slack rattled and then tightened, pulling me into a "X" position and stopping just as everything was equally tight.

"To think in medieval times they pulled people apart manually with a device like this."

I looked curiously at her as there was no pain, just equal pressure.

"Don't worry, it's governed by tension, and you'll only feel 1-2 lbs., however you can not get slack from the device. I've found it to be quite maddening."

She was right, I couldn't move more than an inch with any of my appendages.

"The constant pressure, whilst allowing you to flex the short distance it gives, will relieve it, only for it to return once you relax."

Mistress Jill was standing on the low platform, in high heels, stockings, garter and panties. A frilly bustier with fur around the edges, the mid section just sheer mesh. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail that wrapped up into a black hat. Her make-up was dark; eyes black.

"I will leave you to your misery..."

She walked out, the thong panties showing her toned cheeks; creamy and beautiful.

The constant pressure did its job and got into my head. I wriggled, pulled and stretched; it couldn't have been more then 15 minutes before my breathing became heavy and uncomfortable. No one was there; I was alone, beginning to sweat, audibly moaning.

"Ahh...Ohhh..Ummfft!"

After 30 minutes :-

"AHHH!!! OHHH!! AHHHHHH!"

I was screaming, wanting relief, no damage being done, just cramps and muscle spasms, it was claustrophobic even in a large room, I couldn't pull free.

"FUCKKK!!!! AHHHH!"

It was forced; isometric pilates-like torture, working my muscles against their will, struggling for comfort.

"SOMEONE! FUCKKK!! PLEASSSEEEE!"

Everything went black as I lost conscience and passed out from the stress.

My mind went into a ethereal dream. I was floating, not seeing anything, just swirls and random patterns, while there were people talking all around me.

***

Decisions...Decisions!

I woke up in one of the rooms in the main complex. I was laying in the middle of a bed, on top of the covers, in a plush, soft robe. I felt clean and bathed, the scent of perfume and body lotion washing over me.

"Child, it's good to see your eyes," Mistress Jill said. She was standing beside the bed wearing a blue sequin dress, the light sparkling and bouncing off of the delicious pattern when she stood, her breasts pushed together, her cleavage drawing my eyes.

"Am I in the complex?"

"Come here and drink. Eat. You've been through a lot."

I remember being abducted early in the afternoon at work, being punished for nearly giving up my virginity, my Mistress at the time, Nikki, having to step in and give herself to the large cock wanting me. I stood and moved to a table filled with healthy food options.