Fallen Angel

by Darkscribe

  She knelt in front of Christopher and touched her forehead to his knee, Christopher reaching down and caressing her neck without breaking stride in giving orders. Once he had finished, Christopher put his hand under her chin and bade her to stand; whereupon he gave her a very genuine kiss and pulled her close to him. DL could see the chemistry between them.

  “Our Prince has taken himself a Princess I see!” smiled DL to himself, “time I made myself scarce and got back to the hotel.”

  He shouted across to Christopher that he was leaving and headed out the doors. Finding his driver, he slid into the back of the Jaguar and loosened his tie. On the short journey to the hotel, he lost himself in thoughts of what the evening may bring for HIM. He had such high hopes.

  *

  Jenny met Nicole at the station and hustled her into a taxi. On the trip to her apartment, they talked non-stop about their outfits, who had said they were attending the ball (Jenny had made a play at a Dom the previous week, and he had said he was going), and squealed like schoolgirls in barely contained excitement at the thought of the whole event. Jenny explained that her “other half” had gone out with his friends, so they had the place to themselves to prepare. By the time they arrived, all Nicole could think about was having a LARGE glass of wine.

  The two women spent the next two hours in a whirl of make-up, outfits and alcohol. Nicole couldn’t believe that Jenny was going to wear THAT, and Jenny whistled and pretended to dribble when Nicole walked slowly into the centre of the lounge, and did a twirl. She walked up to her with a feral smile playing over her lips.

  “If DL decides not to show, I’m gonna bring you back here and have you for myself!”

  Nicole yelped and ran from the room.

  Final preparations and primping completed, the women waited in the lobby for their taxi to arrive. They had both worn long coats, so as not to kill the elderly concierge, and they shuffled nervously near the doors, taking it in turns to have fits of giggles. When their car arrived, they both squealed and clattered down the steps, slamming the doors and urging the driver to put his foot down and get them there as quickly as possible.

  The concierge looked up from his newspaper and shook his head. Young women these days (he thought quietly to himself) will catch their death going out showing their tits like that.

  *

  Nicole and Jenny stood outside the club holding hands. Couples, groups and single people passed them quietly, and disappeared inside as they muttered to each other that, yes, they would be ok; no, they wouldn’t leave with anyone they didn’t know; no, they wouldn’t get drunk (which was going to be difficult considering the amount of alcohol they had both already consumed) and yes if they got scared they would leave!

  The pact being made, they headed for the door.

  Passing through the first door, a man, naked except for a gold mask, directed them towards the cloakroom, where a woman, wearing (or not) exactly the same, informed them that they would not need anything once they passed the inner doors, and relieved them of their coats, bags, Nicole’s precious cigarettes (she whimpered when she handed them over) and all non-essential items. Just before her bag was taken, Nicole had a quick rummage, found what she was looking for, and sighed with relief. They were then escorted to the inner area, their invitations scrutinised and taken by another man, who turned and faced them just before he opened the doors.

  “Lady Angel… lady crystal (he nodded to them in turn), the Dark One is pleased that you have chosen to do Him the honour of attending. Should you need anything, then look for a gold mask and it will be provided. Once through these doors, you will be in His domain and subject to His laws. Enjoy!”

  He flung open the doors and gently eased them through into the half-light beyond.

  The first thing that struck Nicole was the quiet. There were lots of people in what appeared to be a vast room, but they were either standing silently or whispering. The smell of incense and something else wafted through the air, along with faint music (Albinoni? Barber? Nicole wasn’t sure) and the feeling of anticipation was almost overwhelming. The light did not reveal any details, but she could “feel” the room rising up and away from her, and after her wide-eyed glance was returned by Jenny, she moved forward to join the rest in whatever they were waiting for. The silence was just becoming unnerving when there was murmuring from all over the room, and heads tilted up to the dark space above them. High above, a faint glow had appeared, and as she watched, a figure came out of the light and seemed to hang suspended high in the air.

  When the voice came, it made her jump. It came from everywhere, below her and around her, the rush of sound thumping in her chest as it replaced the silence and filled the room.

  “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Der Unterworld. Pray silence for our Lord and Master… I humbly present the Dark One…”

  Nicole had recognised Christopher’s voice, and now held her breath as he moved out of the light to be replaced by the larger form of DL.

  His deep, quiet voice rolled through the crowd.

  “My friends, I am honoured that you have come tonight to celebrate with me this important event. Not only does it mark the twentieth year of our organisation, it gives me the opportunity to announce to you that I will be stepping down as head of Der Unterworld (Nicole noticed the mumbles this statement caused) and offer up my choice of heir.”

  DL turned in the light and raised his arm out towards Christopher, who moved forward to join him. DL continued.

  “This is my Dark Prince. He has shown me that he has the ability to ensure our world will continue far into the future. He shares with me… with ALL of us… the desire and commitment to our lifestyle, that will mean freedom of choice in our sexuality… to push our OWN boundaries without recourse from those who do not understand or agree. My friends… this is my heir, what say you?”

  The roar that came from the room raised every hair on Nicole’s body. People cheered and applauded, raising their hands up to the figure high above them. DL motioned for them to settle, and it was as though a switch had been turned and silence resumed.

  “Thank you for that. I will leave you now in his capable hands, for I have urgent business with one amongst you… (Nicole saw heads flick in her direction then look away. Did they all know her?)… and wish the party to start. Ladies and Gentlemen I give you… BABYLON!!!”

  On that cue lights came on and illuminated the tiers rising to the ceiling. The crowd gave a huge collective intake of breath at the spectacle of oiled naked bodies suspended amongst the foliage. Booming music filled the air as Nicole turned to look at the awe-struck Jenny.

  “Oh… my… god…” was all she could think of to say.

  Her view of the room was suddenly obscured by a large figure that appeared before her. The man was naked, so she knew he was a member of staff; however unlike the others, he was covered from head to foot in tattoos, so that his muscular physique had a kaleidoscope effect on the eyes.

  “The Dark One has sent me to be your servant tonight.” He bowed low. “What can I do for you lady Angel?”

  “I need a bloody cigarette!” blurted Nicole, “and a very large drink!”

  “Follow me my lady.” He turned on his heel and moved away, easing Nicole’s passage through the heaving crowd.

  *

  Nicole stayed close to the large glistening images of snakes and screaming faces on his back as he headed towards the corner of the large auditorium. Once she had looked over her shoulder, to see if Jenny was following, but there was no sign of her.

  The Illustrated Man (Nicole had named him during their journey across the club) led her to a door that was only noticeable when very close, and ushered her through into the room beyond. There were several couches in dark reddish leather interspersed with low tables, soft lighting leaked from two small lamps giving the room a very intimate air.

  Illustrated man swept his arm to indicate their surroundings.

  “This is a private area for staff and VIP’s, so m
ake yourself at home my lady whilst I get you your drink.” He bowed low again and left before she could reply, or point out that she didn’t have her cigarettes!

  Huffing quietly to herself, Nicole looked around the room, the table in the corner catching her eye, as it had several wooden boxes upon it, so she wound her way towards it through the seating. Two of the boxes were humidors containing preposterously large cigars, the smallest had what she craved, but not exactly in the style she was accustomed. She lifted one of the black Sobrani cigarettes and sniffed at it before using the heavy onyx lighter contained in the lid of the box. The heavy continental tobacco made her splutter at first, but her persistence paid off. Dropping onto a couch she thought for the three-millionth time that she should stop smoking. The sudden noise of the club coming into the quiet room heralded the arrival of her drink, so she turned to thank Illustrated Man, but stopped short as DL stood there with two drinks and a large smile.

  “Your drink, my lady,” he grinned.

  Nicole sprang to her feet, unconsciously smoothing her dress down as she moved towards him.

  “Th… thank you my Lord, this is a pleasant surprise!” Nicole was livid at her stutter.

  She felt herself turn crimson as his eyes moved slowly over her, his smile twitching when he passed over her freshly shaved pussy visible through the split in her dress. His gaze moved achingly slowly up her body until it landed with a thud (inside her chest) into her own.

  “You look… there is no other word for it… stunning. I had a vision of what you may look like in that dress, but reality surpasses my wildest hopes!”

  Nicole couldn’t think of anything to say… absolutely nothing… her rattled brain struggling to come up with a coherent sentence when something made her catch her breath.

  His gaze had become softer, almost blurred, and… Nicole couldn’t quite believe it… something glistened in the corner of his left eye!

  Nicole blinked to make sure she wasn’t seeing things, but DL turned away to place the drinks on the nearest table. He wasn’t quick enough to hide the movement of his hand up to his face (Nicole saw it) but when he turned back to her, his composure was set again into that inscrutable self-confidence.

  “I am so pleased you have come Nicole, it means a lot to me,” he gave his usual casual smile, “and I know Christopher will be pleased to see you.”

  “Thank you for the invitations my Lord, I have been looking forward to the Ball ever since they arrived!”

  Nicole cursed herself at sounding so fucking keen to be here, but her nerves and brain were jangling at being near to him again! She took a deep breath and tried to appear as calm as he was pretending to be.

  “I love the concept of the theme,” she started, “was it your idea?”

  DL laughed and stepped forward, his hands going to the tops of her arms, holding her.

  “I wish I could take credit for it lady, but you must congratulate Christopher for all this… this… spectacle! He has worked non-stop for the last month to ensure tonight goes without a hitch and…”

  His voice trailed off as he stood close to her. Nicole looked up into his eyes, aware that he had moved within a hair’s breadth of her, his frame looming over her (God she had missed that) when he bent and kissed her.

  His arms moved behind her back and drew her closer still, while Nicole felt herself melt into him. They had never really kissed, not a proper kiss (as Nicole would describe it), but they stayed locked together for what felt like an eternity before both stepped back out of breath. Nicole’s hand went to her hair whilst his checked his bow tie. She was aware her nipples were pushing their way out of the flimsy material covering them, and her pussy was throbbing harder than the music in the club outside! Her skin was prickling all over, so she knew she was displaying a flush that must have been oh-so obvious to him even in the dim light of the room.

  DL looked at the woman in front of him. He had not wanted someone with this depth of passion before, he knew there was more than just chemistry between them, and the ache in his confined erection was almost unbearable. He shifted in a way he hoped was subtle to try to ease the tension, but saw her eyes drop to the front of his pants.

  “Oh my Lord, that must be SO uncomfortable! Please, may I take care of it for you?”

  Nicole dropped to her knees in front of him.

  With trembling fingers she gently unzipped his pants, and slid her hand into his shorts so she could ease him out. He was so hard she bit her lip when she released him. Nicole had fantasised about his cock, how it felt inside her, but when it was like THIS it was fucking scary!

  She lowered her hands so that they rested on her thighs, then moved her head forward and opened her mouth, stopping with just the engorged glans touching her lower lip. Her eyes lifted up to his.

  “Use my mouth Lord,” she said quietly, “please let me taste you…”

  DL smiled down at her and shifted his hips forward so that he slid over her lip into her mouth.

  Nicole groaned in her throat as she closed her lips on his shaft, and ran her tongue over him.

  He moved slowly in her mouth, enjoying the sensations as she sucked and pushed herself onto him, taking him as deep as she could, before withdrawing almost all the way. His hands moved to her head as she suddenly felt him twitch. With a stifled gasp, he exploded in her mouth, and Nicole struggled to swallow the torrent of semen that hit the back of her throat.

  “Jesus Christ Nic… I couldn’t hold back!” he said with a chuckle.

  She sat back on her heels, looking up at him, and licking her lips with a smile.

  “Thank you my Lord, I needed that!”

  He leaned down and lifted her up to her feet. Guiding her backwards until her knees hit one of the couches he made her sit before him. Placing his hand on her chest he pushed he back until she was almost lying across the seat, her hips balanced on the edge. His hands slid down her body to her ankles, then drew her dress slowly up her legs, until he had folded it under her hips. He parted her thighs, his head dropping quickly so that his mouth clamped over her pussy. Nicole gasped and pushed her hips up at his face, moaning loudly as his tongue snaked over and into her, his right thumb slipping up and pressing on her swollen clit. He ground her clit as his tongue slipped again inside her, and Nicole felt her insides turn to jelly as she arched against his mouth and came with feral wail. She dropped back onto the couch panting heavily as he carefully rearranged her dress into its correct place. He grinned at her.

  “No my lady… THAT was what you needed!”

  He stood and offered her his hand, which she used to get unsteadily to her feet. He pulled her to him again, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

  “I think it’s about time we showed our faces at this Ball, people will be wondering where we have gone!”

  With that he put his arm around her waist and headed for the door.

  ~~*~~

  CHAPTER 16

  ***

  As they moved through the crowd Nicole was amazed at what she saw. They passed a middle-aged couple dressed in formal evening wear, except that the front of the man’s pants was cut away to reveal his cock encased in a metal press. This was attached to the woman’s wrist by a leash, which tightened every time she gesticulated during her conversation to the woman next to her. Nicole noticed the man gave a little wince at each movement of her arm, but carried on smiling and talking as though nothing was going on. She spotted what appeared to be a little Japanese schoolgirl dancing her way through the crush of people, closely followed by a man wearing some kind of strange suit. As the “schoolgirl” and man got closer, Nicole could see that she was pulling him along on a rope that was attached to the front lapel of his suit. This suit was made of wire, barbed wire with the points turned inwards so that they pressed into his skin, and each time he bumped into someone, they caused little rivulets of blood to mingle with the sweat covering his pale frame. Nicole watched with her mouth open as they danced and bumped their way towards the far side.
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  During their journey across the club, DL had greeted almost everyone as an old friend, shaking hands, kissing cheeks, each time introducing Nicole as his lady. Each person had bowed to her and offered their hands in formal greeting, enforcing in her mind just what it was that DL was giving up this night, in his pursuit of a quieter life. She wondered if she was really going to be a part of that life, or would she remain as just his LifeStyle partner and not real time?

  Her thoughts were cut short as they eventually reached the far side, and she could see Christopher standing at the foot of the twin staircases that led up to each side of the tiers. He was checking the names on a list of the people queuing to take the challenge of the Hanging Gardens. He shook his head slowly at a blonde woman of indeterminate age, one of his helpers steering her away none too happily. After they had hugged and exchanged greetings, Nicole nodded in the direction of the woman.

  “Why did you turn her away Christopher?”

  “That,” he sneered, “picked up an inexperienced subbie in the extreme room one night, got her to go to her house, then beat her into unconsciousness and the nearest hospital! I have already arranged for her membership to be revoked, but I didn’t know the full story until tonight. By now she is making her acquaintance with the alley down the side of the club, and one or two friends of the unfortunate sub who want a “word” with her!”

  Nicole saw the same spark of danger in his eyes that she had experienced with DL. The Prince had learnt more than you could imagine from his mentor.

  Christopher smiled and mood lifted.

  “Just look at him,” he indicated DL and Nicole turned to see, “he’s like a new man with you around. I haven’t seen him smile since… well you know… so I’m really pleased you have come tonight Nics.”

  “I couldn’t have stayed away Christopher; I think I missed him just as much. I would love to keep him smiling, but I don’t know what he has in store for me, if he’s leaving this all behind?”

  Christopher pulled her to one side of the stairs, so they were out of view of DL. He looked straight into her eyes.