Inferno

INFERNO

This is a complete work of fiction. Prior activities in prior chapters will affect future actions. All characters and dialogue are completely fictional. Any resemblance to people living or dead is entirely coincidental.

No sexual activity of any kind involves characters younger than 18 years old.

Chapters 12 and 13 are linked, Friday then Saturday. They are best read together. This chapter is very intense. Be forewarned. Warning labels:BDSM, Pain, CNC, Lesbian Sex, Human Waste, Adultery.

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Chapter 13 BDSM Clubs - Saturday

Bright sunshine filled the room through the wide-open curtains. I rolled over to block it and suddenly came wide awake. I was lying naked in full view of whoever was outside, but there was nothing outside. Manhattan! I'd been flogged and assaulted last night. I looked at my breasts and held them in both hands. Nothing. No pain, no marks, nothing.

I was leaking cum. I looked over at Virgil snoring lightly next to me. I had giggles. Last night was so much fun, I was on stage giving a performance and was the center of everyone's attention. There was nothing I'd change.

I snuck back under the covers and snuggled against Virgil's back and smelled him. I licked the back of his neck to see what he tasted like. I wondered if I was allowed to take liberties with his body or did those benefits only flow one way? I could always try. What could happen, maybe I'd be put in a jail cell at the end of a dark hallway with a bunch of degenerate reprobates? How bad could that be? I put my hand between my legs and squeezed.

I'd never do that...... would I?

I lay next to Virgil and thought through everything last night. That walk down that dark alley was filthy, I let my degenerate side loose because Virgil was waiting to rescue me if something went wrong. He understood. Did Lucia take risks like that?

I still can't get over that evil woman and that young man. He was in horrific pain.

Pierced flesh? Now there was a scary thrill.

How much more of the flogging could I have taken? A lot more, I think.

I'm interested in what tonight will bring. What other deviances will I discover about myself, what other 'tastes' will I be enticed to sample? This last month has been incredible in discovering myself and what I can do.

Tonight, I have a very sexy dress and shoes to wear along with a beautiful new collar, I touched my neck and felt it in place. I wanted Virgil inside me. I kissed his back below his neck and trailed my tongue along his spine to taste him.

I whispered under my breath, "If you don't wake up I'm gonna straddle your face and smother you. You're not that much older than me buddy."

"That wasn't a very submissive thing to say," I heard.

Ooooops."Sorrrrry, I let my everyday Annie loose, Sir."

"Infractions like that can land you in jail."Oooooooo what a nice threat.

"Do you mean like a very dark and dangerous cell."

"No, little one, those are intended only the worst repeat offenders along with the incorrigibles and the meanest reprobates. The other cells are more open to the light to the vigilance of the prison guards. Those cells are more like walking down a dark alley at night filled with horny degenerates. The difference is that you canleavethe alley; in the cells you cannot leave until you're released."

Virgil knew what he was doing. He had tapped into my imagination, and he was stroking me from inside my mind. The Lovely Bastard had given me another nasty fantasy to go along with the darkest one from last night.

I cuddled my breasts, tummy and hips against his back. "Is this too aggressive?" I asked innocently.

"You're bordering on incurring a second infraction, but I may leave you with only a warning."

He rolled over on top of me trapping my hands by my head, inserting one knee between my thighs, pressing his thigh against my swelling vulva. I felt small and open to him. I saw his passion to possess me in his early morning eyes. I sensed that I'd awakened him to the feel of someone else in his bed for the first time in a long while and that someone was a woman who was playing behind him. That someone was a woman who could be used for sex.

"Be careful of playing the 'bratty or needy subbie', little one. It's only a short drive from your house to the Gates of Hell and all that lies within."

I have been warned and I'm certain that he will follow through. He noted that I gave him permission last night when I told him I would like to experience the dark alley again. He then connected that with the jail cells and I understood.

He let go of one hand and said, "Leave it there as if you were cuffed."I thought, I will never move it even in an earthquake.Virgil pulled the covers off me exposing my naked chest and looked all over me, my nipples hardened under his inspection.

ASK HIM PRETTY PLEASE TO GIVE US GOOD MORNING KISSES.Shut UP you two, do you want to get us raped in jail? THAT SLUT HOLE BETWEEN YOUR LEGS MIGHT GET RAPED; WE'RE JUST HANGING AROUND FOR THE EXCITEMENT. Shut UP!!!!

"Nothing," was all he said.

"Good morning, to you too, Sir, I certainly hope that you suddenly haven't discovered that I'm somewhat lacking in shall we say, 'feminine assets'. Do I disappoint you today?" He smacked me very lightly across the face and smiled.

"Thank you for the morning smile, little one. I was looking to see if you had any marks still visible....and you're beautiful. Did you know that the French have a saying the ideal breast size for a woman fits in a champagne coup? It appears that you would fill a champagne coup to the brim. I truly enjoyed seeing them bounce last night when you were hit."

"Sir, I will remember that compliment 'til the day I die."

He slapped me lightly again, "Careful, sweetie."Sweetie?, Sweetie?, Sweetie?, I swooned and melted, grinning all over inside.

He rolled off me, damn, and said, "Look at yourself in the mirror." It was a command but it didn't contravene the prior command so I began to roll off the bed but only got so far when my cuffed right wrist caught me and pulled me back, I flopped and looked at it and then at him, so innocent, I tried again and the binding would not budge.

He looked at me curiously, "I've run into a female mime artist?"I can play.

I grabbed my right arm with my left hand and tugged but it wouldn't budge, it was fixed to the bed. I looked at him with 'help me' in my eyes.

"I gotta pee," he said. He wasn't shy, the door was left open, so I watched him empty himself to start the day. I lay there still attached to the bed by my right wrist when he returned. I looked at him pleadingly.

"You are so close, you know that." he said. He reached over as if to unlock my cuff and I snatched it away and rubbed it as if it was stiff and sore.

"I said thank you, Sir."

"Go look in the mirror," and smiled. The closets had full length mirrors for doors. As I stood naked in front of them, I realized that the entire Manhattan skyline was behind me through the floor to ceiling windows I felt I was floating completely naked above the City. There were no marks at all on me anywhere.

I turned to the windows and basked in the bright sunshine of an early Spring morning. This was so wonderfully exhilarating.

My rapist was lying on the bed, naked as I was, with a developing erection on his belly. "You're more beautiful in the daylight, Annie. You should never wear clothes."

Nowthatwas a very, very nice compliment to say to a 39-year-old woman, I thought. Then I realized that I hadn't peed this morning. "I have to pee as well, Sir. Please don't move."

Ifhecould,Icould: I walked into the bathroom sat and peed while he watched me. I returned to him and his now very hard erection. Crawling across the bed I looked at him then at his cock and him again and asked, "May I?"

He said quickly, "Yes, but I liked that idea you had earlier; swing your leg over my chest so that I can play as well."Well done, Annie, I thought.

By straddling his wide shoulders my sex went wide open above his face. He saw all of me from my asshole to my clit, intimately. I realized suddenly that I've never been eaten by a man with a beard. It wasn't huge and bushy, it wrapped around his mouth to his chin and was well-trimmed. Would he abrade my tender tissues? Would I care? Would Iwanthim to? Immediately, I thought, go for it. You're a woman, if it hurts, deal with it. Then in addition I remembered that I had just peed, so my urine taste and smell would be all over my pussy lips. But then hehadkissed and licked my shit-smeared lips three weeks ago, so I don't think I'll worry about a little pee residue.

Virgil pulled my hips onto his tongue, I hardly noticed the beard, but I sure did feel his soft wet tongue roll my clit around. His lips kissed and wrapped around my sensitive bud holding it in place for his tongue to tickle the slightly exposed tip. His hands and arms had wrapped around my belly to hold me in place; I was trapped above his mouth that knew how a woman was built. I sat up straight and set all my weight on his face as he suggested and gave him free reign to make love to my sex with his mouth.

His lips held my clit while his tongue flicked round and round the rising bud. It had come out of it's sheath to play more. One hand knowingly moved to my mound and pulled upward on the skin just above the hood; pulling it away exposed its treasure now fully in the open. His tongue lashed at the center of my stimulation. Everything within me clinched tightly, I sensed the pressure building from my legs toward my loins.

Then I felt my belly freed, as both hands reached up to capture my breasts. No, keep going, I was almost there. But the immediate thrill of having my nipples stroked sent shivers right back to my clit. I could feel her straining to be stimulated.

I sometimes get these aggressive thoughts, probably from reading too much erotica, where I envision my clit as men do their cock. I feel the need at times to jam my clit down into the mouth of my lover to the back ofhisthroat to make him gag on it. He shouldn't have left me hanging, I needed stimulation.

He began laving my outer lips with his tongue and kissing his way back to my entrance. Fucker. Then he kissed and licked up the hollow of my right thigh which both tickled and sent sparks directly to the entrance right next to where he was licking. He kissed up my right labia back to my clit and trapped it fully on display now, His lips tightened around the base and his tongue flicked over the tip, I gasped sucking in air suddenly.

My eyes were closed and my head tilted back as he set off rockets in my brain. Keep going I thought, this will be great. He replaced his lips with his teeth making my eyes snap wide open. If he does, I'll scream and shatter the window. I pressed my dripping hole onto his nose and squeezed his head between my thighs.

Just do it, Virgil. Just try, go ahead and see what happens. His teeth held my throbbing clit so that I couldn't move an inch. He was threatening danger. Do it; Doit, Doit, Doit.

He pressed his teeth together slowly and bit my clit with unrelenting pressure while caressing the tip with his lovely tongue.

I SCREAMMMMMMEEEDDD.. "OWWWAAAHHHOWWWWAAAAAAAAAOWWWWWWWWWFUCKER, FUCKINGOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Everything went black. It hurt. My thighs held his face tight as I ground my sopping wet sex onto his face. He had released my hurt and throbbing little nub allowing me to buck and rub my sex all over him as waves released gushes from inside. If he drowned, I didn't care; I was gonna use his face.

Just as the first waves began to dissipate, his nasty horrible hands which had been cupping my breasts so softly, suddenly gripped both nipples and squeezed as if they had teeth. My mound and my clit jammed into his lips and rubbed while my insides let loose again, I just grunted and pushed harder onto his face and grunted and grunted over and over as the contractions built and ebbed then built again and ebbed again.

He twisted my nipples while crushing them so that I had to cup his hands and pull them tight into my chest. I looked down and saw this wonderful hard cock laying on his belly unused. I almost sprung off his face twisting in mid-air like a gymnast, landed straddling his belly and slid down toward his cock. I missed and it rubbed across my clit. My eyes opened and a silent scream formed as the now hyper-tender bud was dragged across his member.

I screamed at myself, "NOOOOFUCKER!!!" and reached back to lift him for a better angle, I slid his hardon all the way up into me til my pelvis and his pelvis bumped. My clit was sobbing. Fuck 'er, she'll get over it, I thought, and rubbed my mound hard against his pubic bone drawing exquisite pain into my loins. My entrance was throbbing in release holding the base of his cock. I smiled, the feel of his nearly hairless cock and pubis against my naked sex created an entirely different feel to the friction.

I was rested and alive and I wanted to go the work on this man flesh so hard inside me. I rubbed against his smooth skin and pushed my poor injured little bud hard back and forth. Do your job, girl, I thought. She reluctantly did and built the pressure back up inside my belly, a volcano was ready to erupt. I looked down at Virgil and thought he must think that he's been attacked by a madwoman I was riding him so hard. I rolled and twisted and lifted my hips,makinghim caress every bit of the inside of my drooling vagina.

It quickly flashed through my mind; this is me now, I want my pleasure and I'm taking it. I was fucking him.

I was suddenly flipped onto my back, almost without losing his cock. But he shoved himself back deeply inside me again, now he was doing the fucking. I was underneath him to be fucked. "Do me Virgil," I snarled at him

His arms caught my two legs behind the knees and pressed them to my breasts spreading me wide open. I whispered to him, "Take what's yours," I gripped that beautiful sexy ass with both hands and pulled him hard against my pelvis.

My rapist returned just then. With no concern about his victim beneath him he pummeled my sex with his. His only desire was to fuck my hole and dump his seed inside me. I spread my arms above my head in submission.

I knew my inner self couldn't be kept in check, "Virgil," I looked at him with lustful eyes, "I'm a whore that needs her cunt to be used and abused. Fuck it and use my body anyway you want."

His eyes glared at me, I looked directly back at him, "I give you my body for your amusement. You saw what a filthy slut I am last night."

I stoked a fire that I had not seen before, maybe one that had lain dormant for years since Lucia. "I can take it, Virgil, do what you want with me. Come inside me now and fill your submissive whore's cunt with your manhood, possess me and make me yours."

He pinned my knees flat against the bed next to my shoulders, making my hips tilt up and open even wider, I felt my entrance aiming to the ceiling wide open to be filled. The glazed look that men get as they approach their peak, I know so well. He was on the edge.

"Fill me, Sir. Send your seed up into my body and mark me as yours."

He grunted and went taut as his semen rushed up into me again. I felt the warmth flow from him into me as we bonded as one. I smiled inside; I pictured myself bent in half, wide open to my lover's thrusts. I more then smiled inside; I was grinning to myself.

Virgil, gave way, he released my legs and collapsed fully on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly in place just as we fell asleep last night. He was warm to hold against my body. He rested his head on my shoulder nipping and licking the sweat from my neck while I cuddled him like an exhausted child. I chuckled to myself, after what I just told him, now I was mothering him. What complicated lives we lead.

I whispered to him, "You saw and heard who I am, Virgil. I've always been this person. I offer her to you." I had one hand on his ass cheek holding him while the other stroked his back from his hair to his butt soothing him.

"You bit my most tender lady bit, ya know"

He whispered back, "It was intentional, I wanted to make you tender between your legs to prepare you for tonight. I have great plans for your lady parts."

My eyes shot wide open, what kind of bedroom sweet talk was that? "I'm putty in your hands, Sir," I replied.

We showered together because he asked me to join him. I remember now how much fun that used to be. I realized that I had not paid any attention at all to his manhood dangling between his legs. If someone asked me, I couldn't describe it except that he was mostly shaven all around. Having the opportunity, I took a while soaping him to handle his cock and balls and play with him as he did me at the same time. Everything looked 'normal' to me. Nothing was outlandishly large or small. He was circumcised and when I soaped him to an erection it stood straight without any curves. I didn't get off either time he was in me, but I don't usually and I wasn't trying either, so I don't think I was missing anything.

When he got hard again, I thought, I would take him to the back of my throat and swallow everything he pumped into me.

We skipped breakfast in favor of lunch; we had shopping to do. We walked up Madison Ave. across 42ndSt to the shopping district, I noticed that I was not led on a leash. It was a beautiful early Spring Day in Manhattan, absent the crowds being that it was Saturday. We found a drugstore, and I embarrassingly purchased an enema bag and 3 packages of solutions to clean me out all while he stood at my shoulder. Is there nothing private any longer, I wondered?

At noon the shops had just opened. He led me to one and said, "I owe you a beautiful blouse of your choice," and extended his hand toward the displays. An hour later we left with two, a low-necked peasant blouse with frilly lace around the bodice and a silver silk buttoned long-sleeve blouse that hugged me very nicely and felt delicious against my skin.

Virgil hailed a cab to take us to the shop in the Village that was holding his instruments of torture. With those in hand we ate at one of the local bistros in the Village with an outdoor patio. The area around us was humming with people of every kind. I saw Virgil smile as he looked around. He was at home here. His contentment made me happy for him.

"What will happen tonight?" I asked. His comment from before made me wonder.

"You've seen so much in these two months, and you have not backed down from anything. What if all the activities came at you one after the other and were so intense that you couldn't register what was happening. I'm going to try to take you to another level of emotional and physical stress to see how you handle extremes. We already know that there are activities you like, some you don't like very much and some that you fear."

"Will it be harsh?"

"It probably will be, yes."

"Will it hurt and will I be crying?"

"Yes, I'm nearly certain you'll be crying. Hurt or pain is transient."

"Why do you want to hurt me?" I thought this is a key question in everything. It's the key to my search. How will he reply?

He thought for a while, forming words carefully or just thinking. "That's a really good question, for me personally I'm amazed that women like yourself, like Lucia, would allow another person to harm them and enjoy being harmed, then get aroused from it. People normally avoid pain and harm to themselves. You enjoyed yourself both times when we've been together. You've been harmed both times, yet I sense that you took in the pain as part of the experience. You tell me, but it appears that the pain / discomfort / harm ramps up the sensations that flow naturally with sex. I'll reverse the question, why do you enjoy the discomfort?"