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.

This chapter can stand alone but is best understood in the context of the previous chapters. Label Warnings:BDSM, Gang Bang, Women Loving Women

Chapters 16 and 17 were intended in the outline to be one single chapter but that didn't happen. I Kept the same title for both chapters because one flows into the other.

The original ending is in sight. Events are unfolding.

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Chapter 17 Angels & Gang Bangs, Part II

We drove to the Hamptons in the fading Spring sunshine. It was long because we had to fight our way out of the City to get to the longest parking lot in the world, the LIE. Virgil wanted to get east of the City by no later than 3pm to avoid the worst traffic on a Friday afternoon. It's two hours from there to the Hamptons with no traffic, like at 2:30am, it took us 3-1/2 hours.

We had a lot to discuss. Based on what Kitten had told me I wanted to get Virgil's input as well.

"Is there anything I should know for tonight, Sir?"

"it's going to be very sexual with possibly some pain play. You tell me, Annie, are you OK with a lot of people using your body multiple times?"

"Sir, in my 39 years I don't think I've ever been stressed sexually. Women's bodies are designed for long bouts of sexual activity, as a matter of fact we prefer it. I do anyway."

"Lucia told me the same, Annie." I recognized that this is one of the first times he's associated me with his wife.

I told him that Sara warned me of several situations she's encountered: drugs, players not respecting limits or safe words and a general sense that the woman's well-being is of no concern to the players.

"Yes," he replied, "all of that is correct. Tonight, you'll be interacting with unknown players, not me, you'll have to listen to whattheywant and whattheywant you to do. Your safe words and signals though still hold in all cases. I'll be listening to everything but saying nothing unless I feel that I must intervene."

"Specifically," he continued, "drugs are part of the scenes; they enhance the sexual excitement and feelings almost immeasurably, that's why they're so readily presentandso addictive. I don't want you to get caught in that trap."

I interjected with William's words, "What if they ban all PED users from baseball."

He smiled that I had listened to him. "Exactly!! exactly the same situation."

"One rule though, only I give you anything to drink. Don't deviate from that, consideranyother drink fromanyoneelse to be laced with one drug or another. What are your Rules #1 and #2?"

"Protect myself first and foremost and then assess the scene for safety."

"Very Good."

"What if they don't like me because I'm a prude?"

"You're beautiful and sexy, Annie, they'll love you. But, I know this for a fact, you canact nearly any part you want."

OMG did he know about the meeting yesterday? I filled him in about our meeting with Elly and Jason. He didn't look exuberantly happy for us though. I asked if there was a problem.

"Sara has already set her career in motion; how long would this, whatever it is, take? A week? Several months? A couple of years?"

ThatI never considered. Hmmmm, downer. I know movies, if that's what this is, don't just go from treatment to completion in a few weeks. More info is needed I thought.

"Virgil, I did something yesterday. Something that I believe is right for Sara, but you must know about it, so I'm telling you. If I'm intruding just tell me and I'll back off."

"I'm listening."

"Before we began everything between us, I met a young man in his late 20's who I found extremely attractive with a kind heart. He was my first affair outside of my marriage. I had a blast with him. He's smart as a whip, and he has - no had - a good job at one of the top Wall Street firms." I gave him the name of the firm.

Why did he look at me like that, I wondered?

I continued with my confession, "He was great in bed for an old lady like me and we enjoyed ourselves immensely. If I hadn't fallen for Sara, I'd have been in his bed several more times."

"I'm watching traffic, but I'm listening very intently."

"His name is Tom Donovan; he called me last week and told me that he'd been offered a position by a hedge fund to move to the west coast to open a new VC office in San Jose. He asked me to get together with him for one more night of playing. I jumped at the chance, but then I remembered Sara."

"You're telling me the truth, am I right? You're not joking?"

"No why?"

"Continue, please."

This was getting a little weird I thought, wait 'til I drop the next nugget of news on him.

'Virgil, you know I'm concerned about Sara being alone on the west coast, right?" I took a deep breath, "I thought I might set up a meeting with Tom and Sara since they'll both be there in the same area," here it comes, "so I invited him to have a threesome with Sara and me."

Yikes, I waited for the explosion.

"And....?"

"That's why we were at the hotel on Madison last night, the three of us were there all night. I think that they mightstillbe there, at least I suggested to her that they should."

"How did you meet this guy that you set up to have sex with my daughter?" There was a fatherly edge to that question.

"That's weird," I said, "you've already seen him maybe you've met him."

"What? When?"

"That first night at Firenze, he was the tall one that I spoke with much of the time before I spoke to you. He seemed so kind and self-assured that I kinda fell for him then. Then I ran into himagainat that7Elevenwhere you stripped me, remember that, where you sent me in to get coffee half naked. He was there that night in line, when he saw the compromised situation I was in, he came to me to ask me if I needed any help. I decided right there that I was going to have an affair with him."

Virgil's mouth was open,

"What?" I asked.

"You say you think that they're still together at the hotel, right now?"

"I hope they are, Virgil. They seemed to like each otherverymuch last night and this morning.

He put a finger up, "Did he say which hedge fund had approached him?"

"I think he said it was the Fordham Group."

Virgil stabbed a button on his dash to make a call.

"Brother," It was William's voice!

"You've got to hear this story, Will, but hold on I've got to do something first," he veered off sharply at the next exit and pulled onto the shoulder.

"Will, Annie is in the car with me, we're headed to the Hamptons. Annie, tell Will what you just told me, everything and don't leave anything out." Then he grabbed my head in both hands and kissed me like never before. There was much more than passion in it, there was something else I couldn't identify. "He's Will, now, tell him every detail."e'sH

When I finished telling,Will, my whole story in minute detail including even where Tom was standing in relation to Virgil that first night, he asked in his deep bass voice, "You're not bullshitting us as a joke are you, Annie?"

"No,Will, I would never do that especially where Sara's involved."

There was a pause as if he was considering options, plans, my words, then he said:

"Annie, we should have dinner," I'd love that, I thought, "plan on it lasting all night." WOW! I'd really lovethat; I tingled from my toes to my groin to my nipples right there in Virgil's SUV.

Will added, "I understand that Sara has named you 'Angel', that's what I will call you forever. Thank you, Angel."

Will wants to wine, dine and bed me because I told him a story? What am I missing here? When the line went dead, I asked, "Virgil what just happened?"

"Angel, you and Will and I are now forever linked, you can do no wrong." He reached over the console and took my hand in his in the way partners do and began to talk.

Will, he explained, had been looking to expand the scope of his fund, the Fordham Group, for several years. They wanted to expand to Silicon Valley. Sara then decided to begin her career in San Francisco, alone; both Virgil and Will knew she might be at risk. Virgil could pick up and move of course but that would look so tacky to Sara, Daddy was following me. Thatwasthe fallback plan, nevertheless.

Or Will could accelerate his expansion plans, open a new office wherehewould oversee operations then possibly find a suitable person to begin dating Sara. If all things worked out perfectly, they might find such a person, but the problem the two mencouldn'tfigure out was how to get Sara and Mr X together and how to get them to date? Tom Donovan was picked; he was poached from his company because of his skills and his impeccable background check. What stumped the two men was, how were they going to get Sara and Tom together?

Enter, Annie, er Angel. Why don't I just pull them into a sexual free-for-all with me.

After hearing all this I was stunned, Virgil was as talkative as he's ever been; Kitten had told me about his depression these last 3 years. His voice seemed calmer and less tense as we rode to the Hamptons.

"Sir"

"Virgil, I'm always Virgil to you from now on." Wow, Wow, just Wow.

"Virgil, from a woman's perspective I'd suggest that you should let nature take its course. I really do have the sense that the two of them enjoyed being in bed together. Out of bed they were relaxed and spoke easily." I didn't add that I recalled that she appeared very much at ease sitting next to him playing with his balls and his cock.

Just before we arrived, I got a text message from Kitten.

Call me tomorrow so that I know you're OK.

Then came a picture of her with Tom's cock all the way down her throat, her nose against his belly. It was very well done.

Followed by:Can't talk right now

I texted back:You know I'm with your father and he's looking over my shoulder.

Her reply:FUCK YOU, BITCH.

I closed my phone and said to Virgil, "I think they might make a go of it."

./.

The house was a large rambling beach house circa,The Great Gatsby. It sat on a dune, a large veranda wrapped around it on all four sides. Many chairs and settees were placed for convenient quiet conversations on soft summer nights. Spring was in full bloom and summer was very close. Like many vacation homes on the beach, the side facing the water was natural seagrass to hold the dunes in place. The rest of the property rambled over dune and low shrubbery in a relaxed manner. This house was for families with children where they could play safely well in sight of the house and the veranda. There was wealth here, but it was not pretentious, possibly old money, I thought.

I had my collar around my neck, but I had no leash today. I wore the new peasant blouse that Virgil had purchased from the store on Madison Ave last month, it was perfect with my tight faded denim jeans. In this setting, I felt comfortable in one of my Hey Dudes.

Virgil remarked that my hair color had changed; I gave him a side-eye, "Your daughter"

When we entered the grounds, an alarm must have alerted those inside. A youngish woman, my age youngish, bounded down the steps in front toward Virgil's Lexus SUV. She was very slim, very pretty and stylish; she too, wore Hey Dudes along with white linen capris and a simple beige knit sweater. Her figure was almost boyish, if she had children, she had recovered her 18-year-old body and kept it.

"Virgil," she opened her arms to him, "we missed greeting you and Sara last month at Vanessa's. You look so well and as handsome as always. Oh my gosh, Sara looked beautiful, no beyond beautiful, stunningly gorgeous at Vanessa's. How's William?"

"Abigail, it's been a very long time since I've been here, 10 years I believe. You remain as radiant as the first timewemet you." She blushed demurely. I noticed the 'we'in his greeting.

Her dazzling perfect white teeth flashed at me, it was a nice warm smile, her green eyes crinkled at the edges, like mine, she was relaxed in her looks. "Annie." she took both of my hands in hers then opened her arms to me for a hug. "Welcome to our summer home and our hideaway for kinks and perversions." She was clearly upfront and comfortable with what we were about to do this evening. "I'm very glad you arrived early Virgil, I'd love to spend time with Annie before this evening."

Virgil asked, "Is Edward about?"

"He's in his office finishing up today's work. Let me take you there."

She took Virgil's arm and my hand and led us into the old beach house. The large living room on the beach side flowed into an equally large dining room then into a kitchen I presume. I saw already that the living room and the dining room had been cleared of furniture and prepared for whatever they had planned for me. One end by a fireplace were two queen size mattresses. I recognized a whipping bench, been there done that, a St Andrews cross, ditto, and that the ceiling was thick beams throughout, with hooks and chains hanging strategically.

Abigail took Virgil to the other end of the house as I wondered about investigating what was on display.

I remembered Virgil's warning about drinks; I had a ready response in place. Abigail came bouncing back, "What can I get for you, Annie?"

"Oh dear, nothing now; Virgil is a stickler for hydration; it must be from his baseball years. I've had three bottles of water already just on the drive here and I'm bloated but thank you so much."

"Let's walk and talk, shall we?" she took my arm and led me to the seaside veranda. All my life I've lived in houses such as this, just not as nice, while vacationing at the Jersey Shore. The smells are the same, the sounds are the same, the dunes, the grass, the low shrubbery are all the same.

"We were there at Vanessa's when Virgil and the lovely Sara helped you make your 'debut'. It was exquisitely erotic for us, especially you and Sara together. Vanessa installing that sound system was a stroke of genius. We listened in on all your whispers."

"At the beginning I felt the erotic tension in the air, but it was only for a very short time," I said. "What I remember primarily was being a blubbering sloppy mess all night."

"Beauty is beyond looks and appearances, darling. That one erotic scene stays fixated in my dreams even now because of how you two seemed bonded. Your beauty though shone through all evening. I told Edward, I want to meet that woman, talk with her and have sex with her." Wow, that was unexpected.

"Now here we are."

As if it were commonplace, she continued, "Tonight, when everything is done, I'd like you to join me in my bed, just the two of us."

"I'd love to join you later, Abigail."

"It's Mistress Abigail, dear, and thank you so much."

"You're welcome, Mistress." My fucking chauffeur should have warned me.

"You may ask me any question you wish, Annie. I will answer each one completely and honestly. Let me explain first what we are." She and I sat with the waves crashing behind us on a small settee. "Everyone in attendance this evening is a high-ranking official in a foreign government or in a multi-national corporation. None are based in the US; everyone is a visitor."

"We travel quite often and socialize in the same circles throughout the world, Amsterdam, Hamburg, Basel, Johannesburg, Buenos Aires, Hong Kong, Bangkok, etc. When business requires travel to these spots a host or two will create an evening of debauchery and entertainment. Only the invited guests and invited,discreteindividuals are ever allowed to attend the proceedings.

She placed her hand over mine when she said the word 'discrete'. I realized that I was being read the rules.

"I understand and agree completely, Mistress."

"Perfect. The beauty of your strength appears to shine though your pain and humiliation, my dear. Our guests will enjoy testing your limits to see if you remain as lovely as you are?"

"Will my limits be respected, my safe words? Mistress."

"By Edward and me, certainly, language may pose a problem temporarily for some guests. You are expected to satisfy any guest in any way they want you. We're both women let's be frank and open. The men will want to use all three of your orifices during the evening; objects may be inserted into your body; your body may be hurt by whippings; paddlings or floggings; possibly several of these at the same time."

"If a guest directs you somewhere or to do something, then you will do it with no hesitation. All the players are men, so their title is 'Sir'. Cries and shouts of pain are welcome. Moans and utterances of pleasure are expected."

"To enhance your experience tonight and that of the guests, which drugs do you prefer?"

Sara warned me, "Mistress, you know from the presentation at Mistress Vaness's that I am completely new to this experience. I have never tried any of the well-known drugs. I would prefer to experience everything naturally."

"You're a fool, woman. You are giving up some of the best experiences. We'll revisit this."

"Mistress, I understand a young woman will be present. She is of age and she can prove it I presume?"

"Why is that of any concern of yours?"

"Because I will not participate unless she can do so before we begin," I paused for effect, "Mistress." I knew then that she didn't have children.

"The young woman is 20 years old; she's a junior at Columbia; she has an OF page you can review; her documents all agree."

"Thank you, Mistress, Virgil will look at them.... before we begin, Mistress."

She raised an eyebrow, was I telling her what to do? I knew that I sure wasn't backing down.

"I have all that information, dear, for the same reasons you want it. I'll give it to Virgil shortly."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Why does a wife and mother leave her family to endure such experiences?" she inquired.

"For a long time, possibly since puberty, I've known about my inner desires. I was sheltered and trained in one lifestyle that led to my completely faithful marriage for almost 19 years. I never strayed from the path shown to me in childhood. Several years ago, I recognized that I had untamed needs that included possibly physical stress, pain, humiliation and more. I know my body, but I don't know what my psychological depth is. I also need more sex than I can get at home."

"And your husband?"

"We have agreed that this will be our marriage for the foreseeable future. We remain close and together."

"Interesting, no cuckold scenes with others?"

"Never, Mistress."

"Edward is a cuckold; I abuse him regularly in public. He always wears a cage. I allow him relief one day every two weeks. It's been 11 years since we've had sex together, but I've had hundreds of partners from around the world, both men and women during those 11 years. Edward normally arranges my trysts."

Holy Shit, I thought, hey Mr Chauffeur, how about a little warning here? And I guess I'm just the latest in a long, very long line for Mistress Abigail.