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. Literary license was taken with Game 3 of the 2008 WS. Label Warnings:Threesome, Drugs, Women Loving Women, BDSM, Orgasm Control

The original ending is in sight. Events are unfolding. New options arise.

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Chapter 18 Sex, Drugs & the IRS

Abigail was rolling like a high-speed freight train when Edward deposited me on the bed at her feet. She had been high on Molly all evening because she had to be the sociable hostess. I couldn't see any of it, but she had been all over the house, prompting partners to connect, laughing pushing married men onto married women not their own partner. She had also been the one to suggest to various members that they should be 'using the slut to clean up the mess between your legs'. I guess she wanted to make certain that my dance card was full.

I heard all this later from Virgil as he watched everything, she had gone 'away' with different men and women maybe 4 or 5 times to one of the quieter rooms upstairs. The BDSM equipment was used apparently as merely a form of foreplay for several couples, no one was even remotely hurting or crying during the evening.

When I rolled over to see my new partner ensconced like a queen surrounded by pillows, I saw a wild, excited woman who couldn't wait to get her hands on me even that it was well past midnight.

"Oh, God, do we have plans for you tonight, sweetie. You must, no must, I insist, take this pillright now.Nois not an option for you tonight, do you remember? I want you to experience everything as vividly as I am. Edward has been the sober host tonight, but he too now is stepping aboard the flight."

I had been fucked and used everywhere in the past two hours. I could tell without looking that my sex was swollen and would be very red, both my outer lips and inner lips had been stretched repeatedly as male after male after male used my cunt. I don't know if my vagina was empty for more than 10 minutes in those two hours' it was only when one cock left me 'til the next cock slammed into me that I was not full; and Virgil's cum was still leaking from me.

Never has my cunt been so fully used for the purpose that it was given to me. I felt a little sore and bruised inside but nothing a night's rest wouldn't cure. But I was physically and emotionally wiped out. Now I was being pushed to break my own hard limit. It would be so easy to just accept it and do as I was told, as I had been doing all night. I believed Abigail, that the experience would be wonderful, maybe even more wonderful than I could imagine as I recalled Sara's words. I wanted to say yes, I wanted to join them, be overheated and re-energize my worn-out body, but I would be cheating on myself.

I had told myself NO, in the beginning and I didn't want to change now in a moment of physical weakness.

"I cannot, Mistress. I want to experience the whole evening in my natural state where I can relate everything that's occurred to me to my past life."

"I don't accept that answer, slut, you will do as you're told."

I wanted to cry, "Please don't force me, I don't want to feel bad about anything tomorrow."

I don't know if that touched the stone-cold heart inside her breast, but it was Edward who intervened78uuyjivbg, "Nothing should make you feel bad in our house, Angel." And that was that.

For the next 30 minutes I brought Abigail to the edge so many times, I could literally feel her need, but the drug for all its sensory stimulations kept holding her mind and body in check, forbidding her release. She grunted and tensed and wailed for her body to cooperate, but it just wouldn't; she berated me for being a worthless cunt lapper; with no skills, no interest, just a hole to be filled by random cocks.

Edward lubed himself and took my third hole of the night. He had two chemicals working insidehim, one for keeping his dick hard and the molly for increasing the sensations. What he didn't have, like Abigail, was a pill to trigger the release inside him.

As I worked as hard and as knowingly as I could to bring pleasure to my Mistress, she just couldn't come. Edward just kept fucking my asshole the whole time; he was in my backside for nearly 20 minutes. I had been loosened up earlier so that he slipped in easily with minimal lube, but I couldn't offer him that much pressure around his cock.

I skipped a beat licking my frustrated Domme and turned to Edward, "Lord, my body was intended to feel yours with nothing between us. Use it as it was made to be used."

He heard me than took a few seconds to comprehend my words, then pulled out, slipped the condom off his cock and pushed back into my ass bareback. A deep soulful groan escaped his lips as he felt me inside for the first time as we were made to be. I reveled at the exquisite warmth and smoothness of his cock sliding through my anal ring into my bowels. I knew that he would come inside me very soon, I could feel the extra urgency of his strokes now that we were flesh upon flesh.

As mean as she had been to me all day and night, I was going to prove myself to my demandingMistress-for-the-Evening. I gave up the gentle approach and began to do Abigail like I'd like it to be done to me.

I backed my head away from her mound, then slapped her pussy - HARD.

"WAKE UP!!!!", I snapped at her sex. I slapped her again.

In her drug-enhanced state, it must have felt like a million volts slammed into her pussy, her head snapped up and she screamed at me,

"FUCK!!!!!! DO THAT AGAIN."

I slapped her clit hard then pushed her legs up and landed a full spank on her lips and vaginal opening.

"OH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK" her hips were bucking. I'd gotten her attention. My lips dove for her now overly sensitized bud and locked on to it with lips and teeth and literally pulled it out of its sheath.

I lifted, slapped her clit again, then again HARDER, then bent and recaptured it in my lips. The two middle fingers of my right hand slipped easily inside the mess that was her vagina searching for the tissues that hid the secret erotic spot opposite her clit.

I lifted again, she expected the slap, but instead I said, "I'm going to bite you on the outside and caress you on the inside. You won't know whether to cry or to come."

I stroked her inside with both fingers and centered my lips on her now very visible smooth bud. My lips puckered and sucked the fully exposed clitoris into my mouth while my fingers pressed against her inner wall. She was uncontrollable beneath me.

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," her inward gasps of breath immediately became short grunts of pleasure and curses. My teeth surrounded her tip with its millions of pleasurable nerve endings; I heard pants of fear and pleasure mixed, at the same time, from above my head. She didn't resist, she didn't pull away, she tensed with her hands in my hair and waited: I knew Abigail wanted me to bite her.

Slowly my teeth pressed together crushing her clit; at the first pressure she immediately became animalistic, screaming inhumanly, thrashing back and forth and holding my head exactly where it was.

Edward was buried in me fully watching his wife go insane, "Holy Shitttttttt!!!" then this massive man with his beautiful cock rode my ass until he too exploded in a rebel yell of gratitude, release and success; tens of millions of sperm shot up into me.

What I didn't know was the opposite side of the Molly coin; I understood from reading that it could ber difficult to come on Molly, but what I didn't know was that when it does arrive, it doesn't end. HOLY CRAP!!

Abigail was shaking and bucking by herself with no contact from me for nearly 30 seconds. It was if some invisible demon was punching her body into the bed. I was concerned that she might be having a seizure right there in front of me. Her arms were splayed above her head, her legs straddled my body, and her core was just beneath my face. I watched in amazement as she was overtaken by unknown, unseen demons from some dark corner of Hell.

Edward was a gentleman, he didn't crush me with his massive chest and legs, and he didn't just pull out abruptly either. I felt like I slowly pooped him out of me.

"Clean me," it was not unexpected, I thought. I did as I was told because I recognized that this is how whores are treated. Edward was hot, hot, hot as fuck and he treated me nicely with respect all night. I owed it to him to make his cock spotless and shiny, even if he thought he might be defiling me; I knew better. Showmanship.

When I finished, he immediately went to his wife still in the throes of the downslope of her massive orgasm. She needed cuddling and that was his job. I smiled inside though in self-satisfaction at what I had just done to the owners of this house. I did it, my body did it.

I slipped out of their Master suite and mostly stumbled back to our small, shared bedroom where Virgil was still awake propped up in bed. I wouldn't have expected anything else from him. I was a mess and exhausted.

"Are you OK Angel?"

He was naked, he got out of bed and came to me as I leaned against the door nearly collapsing in exhaustion. I wasn't moving.

Virgil took me in his arms and pulled me to his chest holding and supporting me. He smelled masculine and clean, not like the filthy female smells I gave off. I felt coated in come both inside and out plus for the last hour my jaw hurt like a bitch and my asshole was still gaped and leaking.

I said, "I'm a pig, and I don't want to mess you up. Show me the shower or bathtub. No, the bathtub."

He led me down the hallway to a huge common bathroom with a massive walk-in shower that had a chair in it!!! Thank you, God. I plopped. Virgil washed me completely, I did nothing.

He has great hands, I thought.

When he finished cleaning me inside and out, he dried me roughly the way a man would dry himself; I wanted his masculine touch on my body. My hands just hung dead at my sides as he did everything. He combed my hair straight to get rid of tangles and gave me a bottle of mouthwash to gargle.

He hardly spoke to me; his mind was focused on caring for me; I recognized this single-mindedness as him just being a man. Sara would have been chattering and soothing me, making me giggle, all hugs and light kisses; she would havesmoothedme dry while cupping my breasts lightly and playing with my sex. I was not dissatisfied being taken care of by a man, it's all I'd known until the last 3 months.

Virgil led me by the hand back to our bedroom and helped me slide under the coverlet, he killed the light and slid in next to me facing me.

"You know you're very sexy when you're aroused? I was watching your face nearly all night. Tomorrow on the way home, we'll talk more. Sleep, beautiful."

What did he just say? I was out!!

./.

There was coffee somewhere in this house. Again, I woke up in an unknown room, a child's room it seemed. The bed was empty except for me. My phone said11:26, almost Noon, Wow!

I've never been an athlete; I don't know what day-afters are from a game or an intense workout. I know child-birthing. That recovery was a minimum of a week and almost 8 weeks to be completely back to normal. I just know that I ached in weird places; the hinge of my jaw was stiff(?), my asshole ached; I had bruises on both breasts and my pussy lips felt tender to touch. Inside, my self-inventory found nothing amiss, my stomach seemed settled, but I'd have to see about peeing and pooping. I had no brain fog, and I felt whole and in control emotionally.

Now. Did I enjoy the experience? Fucking A, YESSSS!!!!! I had a blast! I loved all the varied experiences of each and every one of my lovers and even the haters. COFFEE!!!!!

I stumbled out of bed with achy joints which was weird and dressed in yesterday's travelling clothes, fuck it, I was on the hunt for COFFEE!! I followed my nose to the kitchen where Abigail was standing next to a Keurig with Virgil and Edward seated at the kitchen table. Was I going to be shy? Fuck No, I wanted COFFEE!!

I went right to Abigail, standing at the coffee maker, and hugged her good morning. She was just finishing and looked up at me shyly and in wonderment. She looked horrible to say the least. Her face was drawn and looked like she was bearing the weight of the world on her hunched shoulders.

"Thank you for inviting me, Mistress." I hugged her and kissed her hair which was still tangled from her sleep. She smelled like sex. She shuffled to the table and sat next to her husband and held her cup in both hands it seemed for strength or security.

I made my cup and sat next to Virgil, after I pulled his head to mine and kissed him fully on the lips far more than a peck. "Thank you, and good morning, Virgil."

Slyly to Edward, "Good morning, Sire, what does the Lord of the Manor wish of me today?" I was unabashedly teasing and flirting with him, but I saw that he wasn't in much better shape than his wife, maybe he had been awake longer.

Abigail, suddenly said almost in a croak, "You're never getting anywhere near this pussy again," then went back to sipping and focusing on her coffee.

I saw what I needed to see, the pain of the morning after may be worse than the incredible pleasures of the night. As Edward walked us to Virgil's SUV, I left Edward with the invitation, "If you're anywhere in the State of New Jersey, call me. Make sure your STI Certificate is clean and up to date because I don't want to ever see a condom anywhere near you again."

./.

On the way back toward the City, then home, I told Virgil that I propositioned his former roommate to test if he was into sharing on a personal level.

"YoulikedEdward." he stated, not asked.

"I did, you and he were the most attractive and most masculine men there last night(reverse order, I thought). Did you know any or all the couples there.?"

"Lucia and I had been there once for a similar scene, ten years ago. I didn't know any one last night except Edward and Abigail. Why?"

I explained to him that I found everything wonderful to experience. I confirmed what I had thought in the beginning, that being a woman I can easily handle many, many sexual partners for a long time. I truly enjoyed the sense of being bounced around, used, bounced around again, used multiple times, bounced around again and used multiple more times again.

The lack of control of my own body as I was pushed, turned, flipped over, lifted, carried, and moved from one location to another all to be fucked by new men was so utterly erotic, I thought.

I admitted softly almost shyly, "The three men at once was incredibly sexy, just thinking about it and how it must have looked makes me horny again."

Virgil smiled,

"Did you feel at risk?" he asked.

"Never"

"Did anything hurt you outside or inside"

"The wife that dug her nails into my breast, that hurt, but I only have bruises today, so NO."

"Emotionally, did you feel bad about yourself?"

"Not.at.all! I may even have felt empowered by the fact that I, Annie, and my body were going to give pleasure to all these people. And frankly some partners got me off and made me excited to have them as partners. I imagine, it would be like picking someone up in a bar for a one-night stand and finding out that they were incredible in bed."

The look I gave him said that I'd never actually done that.

"Was there anything that concerned you, Angel?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. If they wanted me back, I'd do it again."

Virgil handed me two envelopes, "This is from Edward and Abigail for making yourself available for their event."

I was stunned; I was afraid to open them.

"It's $5000 from Edward and it's $5000 from me. I apologize but mine is tardy by several weeks, I have no excuse."

I said, "You know I can't take these."

"Youmusttake them; you earned them both."

"Ya know if I do accept then Iama prostitute. Are you OK with me being one?"

"What you do and what you've put yourself through has value. You are a woman with talents to bring pleasure to others. You might call it prostitution.."

I interjected, "Sara called it being an actress and actresses get paid."

Virgil's eyes snapped over to me quickly leaving the road for an instant, he looked back at the highway racing by at 75 mph. "Those are Lucia's words."

I thought, I'm being drawn ever deeper into the Penn family. I recalled Kitten's desire that I remain close to Virgil to help him recover from Lucia's death. He too will be alone in several weeks, except he'll be alone here on the east coast.

"Virgil, are we done with the tests?"

"Yes, Angel. I have thrown just about every pitch in my repertoire at you and you've only swung and missed once. There is one more scene that Will and I are creating for you, especially for you, in a month or two. It's a test but it's not a test from me."

I turned in my seat to face him as he drove, "If I wanted to see more, learn more, experience more, how would I do that?" I was leading him on to see if he wanted me, because I wantedhim; he was stable and safe and attractive and a good lover. How did he want us to continue? After everything these past 7 months I couldn't simply accept saying 'thank you and goodbye'. He already had told Jerry that he would take me when he wanted me. Did that mean every week or once every 3 or 4 months?

I suddenly said, "You heard that Will wants to have sex with me."

"Yeah, I've seen you two flirting with each other," he snickered.

"He asked me to dinner and conversation, you heard him."

"Tell him I offered you $5000 for the same company that first night before I even knew you. See what he says," he winked at me.

"I can't do that, then I'dreallybe a prostitute. What if I just want to have sex with Will - for fun."

"Just tell him what I said."

"Are you two playing a game with me as the ball?"

"Tom Donovan," he changed the subject. "Tell me what you know about the man you set up with my daughter..... everything you know. I'll get the personnel file from Will, but why him?"

"He's a great lover. I enjoyed his body immensely and if it weren't for Sara, I'd have been with him several more times. That first night, then the second night then the third when we had our affair, I saw that he was kind and gentle and caring; mostly caring. That's what attracted me mostly. His mind is hyper sharp, and he has a movie fetish."

"Hmmmmmm," a father's reply.

I jumped the shark, "I hope that they'll give you beautiful grandchildren, Virgil."God, I hoped that they hit it off this weekend.

His face settled quietly and peacefully it seemed.

./.

Saturday afternoon at home it was just Jerry and me after Virgil dropped me off. I asked him to make me a pitcher of martinis because I had a lot to tell him and I wanted to assess everything in my own mind.

"I had a lot of sex last night, Jerry, more than I'd ever imagined in fact. You know the Jimmy Buffett song "Fins", that was me."