“Neither of you will escape the Hellfire Club. I shall make sure Lewis comes, and Alice’s count goes back to zero, or my name is not the Marquis Donatien Alphonse François de Sade.”
“So what is your name?” Lewis asked.
“It’s the Marquis Donatien Alphonse François de Sade. I just said that.”
“The Marquis de Sade?” Alice said. “Oh… my.”
Alice Does a Sybian Show with the Marquis de Sade and Everyone Watching…
Alice was led out of the room by a leash attached to the leather collar around her neck. She was naked, except for the fur-lined handcuffs she wore behind her back and the black, leather boots with the platform heels that were difficult to walk in but made her legs and ass look fantastic—something she noticed when they passed a mirror.
The Marquis held her leash in one hand, and Lewis’s in the other. Her poor husband still maintained his erection, which bounced as he walked.
“After all the times I came at the poetry slam, I’m at eighty,” Alice said to him, grateful that Jane had been keeping track, since she certainly hadn’t. “Do you think you can hold out?”
“I’m trying, honey. It’s so hard.”
“I can see that,” she said, glancing at his cock and trying not to smirk.
“I mean it’s hard not to come. Watching all the things being done to you—all the things you’re doing—it’s a terrible turn-on. And then when I’m stimulated at the same time… I feel like I’m going to explode.”
“I don’t know what de Sade has planned, but if I can get twenty more, you can have your release, dear husband.”
“You must be exhausted.” She saw pity in Lewis’s eyes. She saw something else there, too. Something she hadn’t recognized in quite a while. Confidence.
“A woman’s got to do what a woman’s got to do. If I must endure twenty more orgasms for you, I’ll try to be brave about it.”
Alice was only half-serious, but Lewis’s expression was full of concern.
“Maybe we should work together,” he said.
“Together? How?”
“Could you… try to tone down your reaction?” he asked.
“How do you mean?”
“I love it when you lose all inhibitions, Alice. When you go wild and give yourself fully to pleasure. But seeing you in ecstasy is my biggest weakness. I get so excited I have trouble keeping myself from coming.”
“So you want me to control myself?”
“If you could, perhaps, not scream so much. Or thrash around, with your beautiful breasts bobbing up and down.”
Alice could see how that would arouse Lewis, and she counted herself lucky that she married a man who was so turned on by her excitement. Hopefully, when they were able to leave the Hellfire Club, he would remember these lessons and devote himself to exciting her.
Make that if they were able to leave the Hellfire Club. If Lewis blew his load, her count would be reset, and goodness knows how long they would be there. Much as Alice was enjoying herself, she really was exhausted.
“Is there anything else I shouldn’t do?” she asked gently.
“Try not to grunt. Or moan. Or make that face.”
“Which face?”
Lewis bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes closed, apparently doing an impression of Alice in the throes of orgasm.
“That’s what I look like?” she asked. “You keep your eyes and mouth open and sort of stare off into the distance as you groan.”
“Please don’t groan either.”
“I’ll try, Lewis. I’ll really try.”
“And how can I help you?” he asked.
Alice paused. She hadn’t thought about that. But that was, after all, what working together was all about, helping each other reach their goals. “Well, I really like to feel you watching me, Lewis, and getting turned on. But that might be counter-productive.”
“Yeah. Not sure that’s a good idea.”
“So I guess I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Don’t worry, Alice dear, I’ll figure something out.”
That confidence was in his voice again, and it made Alice feel safe. Hopeful. “I’m sure you will. We’re going to do this, Lewis. You and me. And then we’ll be able to go home. Right?”
“Right.”
They came to a closed door and stopped. Alice remembered it as the entrance to the amphitheater from her first walk through the club. De Sade turned and faced them.
“You are to obey my commands,” he said. “If you don’t, you’ll be paddled. Of course, I may also paddle you if you do obey. No good deed should go unpunished.”
“That’s sadistic,” Alice said.
The Marquis rolled his eyes. “Well, no kidding. I’m de Sade. That’s where the term comes from.”
Alice cast a worried eye at Lewis. A few times, early in their marriage, they’d spanked each other while role-playing in bed. The naughty schoolboy. The stern boss. They’d both enjoyed the experiences, but Lewis more so. Alice feared, if he was paddled, he’d squirt everywhere like a Super Soaker.
“You shall also,” de Sade said, “continue to count your orgasms aloud, Alice. And do so loudly, as there is a large audience.”
“An audience?” Alice shivered, although this time she wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or fear.
“Everyone at the Hellfire Club has turned out for this event. More than a hundred people will be watching.”
Alice felt herself redden at the thought of so many eyes on her. Staring at her breasts. Noting the lurid way her nipples poked out. Seeing the glistening wetness between her thighs.
“What exactly is the event?” Lewis asked.
“Alice will ride a Sybian in the center of the arena.”
Lewis raised an eyebrow. “What’s a Sybian?”
“A Sybian is a mechanical device, the size of a saddle, with a dildo in the center. Alice will sit upon the dildo, letting it impale her, working it deep inside, and she’ll be tied into position so she cannot get off. The Sybian has a remote control box that rotates the dildo, like so.” De Sade raised his index finger and turned it in a circle. “It also has controls for the vibration intensity. At 1/3 horsepower, it is the most powerful vibrator in the world.”
“More powerful than the Hitachi wand?” Alice asked, her voice barely a squeak.
De Sade smiled. “It makes the Hitachi look like a child’s toy.”
Alice was immediately overwhelmed by a wave of fear. She remembered the woman in the amphitheater she’d seen earlier, shaking and screaming as she rode the Sybian. While Alice wouldn’t have any trouble hitting twenty orgasms on such a powerful device, she wasn’t sure how she would be able to contain her own excitement. Which meant Lewis would no doubt explode before Alice could finish.
“Lewis will be working the controls, while masturbating,” the Marquis continued, “with arousal gel. It will make your manhood more sensitive.”
Alice’s hopes sunk even lower. Lewis was learning to have more sensitivity concerning Alice’s needs, but he didn’t need help concerning his own. Arousal gel for Lewis would be like throwing gasoline on a brush fire. As the Marquis led them into the amphitheater to the applause and catcalls of the crowd, Alice felt as if they’d already failed.
The disappointment became fear once again when she noticed the Sybian. On a stand in the middle of the room, a curved, padded, black saddle with a flesh-colored dildo mounted on top. A dildo, with length and girth considerably larger than Lewis. In fact, it approached that of Marc Antony’s proud staff.
“Make way, make way!” a voice cried out. “Camera crew here! We need to capture this for all time!”
Alice turned in the direction of the voice, and there running toward them were a handsome man wearing breeches and a movie director’s beret and another man toting a camera and donning the upper half of a bunny costume. “Hatta and Haigha!” she cried.
“That’s Hatter and Hare,” they corrected in unison.
And eve
n though the way they changed the pronunciations of their names constantly was annoying, Alice was truly glad to see them. They were old friends from previous adventures, and their presence made her current predicament not as scary.
The Hatter ran his eyes over her body, the bulge in his breeches growing. “You are nakedly superb as always, Alice.”
“And superbly naked!” the Hare added, focusing his lens on her, and since he was wearing no pants, his appreciation was obvious.
“Enough!” the Marquis yelled. He raised a hand, and the crowd went immediately silent.
“Good eventide, everyone. Tonight’s entertainment should be most exciting. In order to fulfill their Hellfire Club Contract terms, sweet, beautiful Alice must have twenty orgasms before her husband Lewis has one.”
The crowd murmured to itself, and Alice watched some money change hands. They were betting on the outcome.
“To make things even more interesting, they’ll both be slicked up with arousal lubricant, and I will be giving them commands. If they fail to follow my commands…” The Marquis picked up a long, wooden paddle, which was resting against the Sybian stand. “…then they will be punished.”
Applause and cheers.
“And if Lewis comes before Alice is finished, they’ll be put in the pillories, and every one of you will be able to use them as you see fit.”
More cheering, especially from Hatter and Hare. Alice looked over the huge crowd. She recognized the pirates, Antony and Cleopatra, the musketeers, several famous poets, the Knights of the Round Table, Dickens, and so many others. After the exhausting day she’d had, Alice didn’t think she’d be able to handle sex with several dozen more people. If she had to, she would. But she was getting rather sore and worn out.
Perhaps that was why this place was called The Hellfire Club, and not the Warm Fuzzy Club.
De Sade snapped his fingers, and a naked couple quickly approached. Heathcliff and Jane Eyre.
“Hello again, dear Alice,” Heathcliff said. “Been having a nice time?”
“It’s been an epic fantasy. Like being the heroine in an erotica story.”
“Imagine that.”
Heathcliff smiled pleasantly as he applied a gel to Alice’s womanhood. Where he touched her immediately began to tingle. Not like the shaving cream Cleopatra had used, or the oil the musketeers preferred. This gel made her clitoris swell to almost twice its size, every nerve in it igniting. A liberal amount was also rubbed onto her breasts, and the sensation made her nipples stick out more luridly than ever before. She watched as Lewis endured similar treatment under Jane Eyre’s skillful hands, his eyes closed and his hips bucking on their own accord.
“To the Sybian!” the Marquis ordered.
Heathcliff took Alice’s leash and led her to the center of the room. She stood over the dildo, straddling the device. It was so big, she wondered if it would even fit inside her. He rubbed it with more arousal gel, and then held her hips.
“It’s so big,” she said under her breath.
“You can handle it,” he whispered, then winked. “I did.”
“You fit that,” Alice pointed, “in your bottom?”
“You’re going to love it. Nothing at the Hellfire Club comes close to the Sybian.”
He pressed down on her hips, and the tip of the dildo rested against Alice’s opening. She hadn’t needed any lubricant—Alice was already very wet. But the arousal gel seemed to make her warmer than she ever felt. Warmer, and hornier. Alice began to shiver.
“The gel brings blood to the surface of your skin and stimulates nerve endings,” Heathcliff said. “You’re never going to want to get off.”
“But I do want to get off,” Alice said. “Twenty more times.”
“That’s the spirit,” he said.
Slowly, she lowered herself, the dildo stretching and filling her in such a delicious way she felt very close to coming. When she finally took in its full length, she was comfortably seated on the rounded, leather saddle. Heathcliff cuffed her ankles to either side of the device, smiled at her, and left.
Lewis was only a meter away, holding his cock in one hand, a small black box in the other.
“I’m worried, Alice. I don’t think I’m going to make it,” Lewis said, shaking all over. “We’re going to the pillories for sure.”
“Stop being so negative.” Alice adjusted her position, and the movement made her moan. She’d never felt so full, and the feeling was incredible.
“You’re moaning,” Lewis moaned. “I’m going to shoot all over. This arousal gel is driving me insane.”
“Lewis, look at me.”
“I am. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“My eyes, Lewis. Look me in the eyes.”
He did. Alice saw fear there, but also love.
“All we can do is try our best. That’s what marriage is. Sometimes we fall short. Sometimes we screw up. Sometimes we take each other for granted. But as long as we both keep trying, it’s all going to work out.”
She watched his confidence return, and it was sexy as hell. “I swear, if we get through this, I’ll make sure you’re always satisfied in bed, Alice. No more thirty second quickies. I’ll be the lover you deserve.”
“You won me, Lewis, fair and square. I’m all yours.” Alice smiled. “And I’ll hold you to that promise.”
“And I’ll come up with some way to help you get those twenty orgasms, Alice. I will. Even if it kills me.” Lewis filled his lungs, and blew out a big breath. Then he winked. “Just try not to scream.”
“I’ll try.”
“Lewis,” the Marquis commanded. “Set the rotation on the Sybian to level 1.”
Lewis turned a knob on the black control box. The dildo inside Alice began to churn in a tight circle, pressing against her g-spot, and Alice immediately began to scream.
“Sorry!” she blurted to Lewis. But the sensation was so extraordinary she couldn’t stop herself. It wasn’t like the thrust of sword fighting musketeers, or like what Dickens had done to her with the dildo pole. This felt like her feminine parts were on some crazy, sexy carnival ride. She rocked slowly, moving with the rotation, and felt her first orgasm already starting to build.
“Begin to stroke yourself, Lewis.” The Marquis demanded.
Lewis, his face stoic, began to run a hand along the length of his shaft, from his balls to the tip, slowly. Watching him was a huge turn-on, and Alice felt a pang of pity. She was allowed to climax watching him, but he was being denied.
The pity quickly vanished as the waves of orgasm overtook her. She bit her lower lip, tried not to scream, and grumbled “eighty-one” low in her throat.
The crowd cheered. Alice stared at them, saw the pirates had their pricks out and were touching themselves like Lewis. Several couples were also making love as they watched, including Cleopatra and Marc Antony. Alice’s body flushed in embarrassment at being the object of such intense scrutiny, like she has a circus animal performing for their amusement.
It was so damn hot.
“Turn the vibration on the Sybian to level 1,” the Marquis ordered.
Lewis, his jaw clenched tight and the muscles in his neck bulging, turned the second knob.
The dildo, and the area at the dildo’s base that pressed against Alice’s clitoris, began to buzz.
Oh my!
It wasn’t quite as powerful as the Hitachi, but it was more than enough to get the job done. Combined with the arousal gel, and the rotation, Alice would easily get nineteen more orgasms. The only trick would be to control her passion, so she didn’t excite Lewis to the point of no return.
Tensing her entire body, trying to remain still, Alice trembled with her second orgasm but managed to stay quiet. She breathed out, “eighty-two” and glanced at Lewis, whose stroking had slowed down. His face was pinched as if he was struggling to use what Jane had taught him, and he was obviously very close to coming.
Then there was a whack! and Lewis almost fell forward. Behind h
im, the Marquis De Sade wielded his long paddle, and he’d given Lewis a hard one.
“Faster,” De Sade said.
Lewis twisted both knobs, and Alice screamed. The vibration went waaaaaaay beyond the Hitachi, and the rotation was now five times as fast.
“Eighty-three!” she yelled, her toes curling and her entire body wracked with unbearable pleasure.
“I meant stroke yourself faster,” the Marquis whacked Lewis again, and seeing him spanked caused Alice’s single orgasm to lead into another.
“Eighty-four!”
Lewis’s erection seemed to have grown after de Sade’s paddling, and he increased his stroking speed while grunting at Alice, “Hurry, Alice!”
Alice needn’t any coaxing. The Sybian was truly the most magnificent device ever invented. She quickly climaxed four more times, the last one squirting all over the saddle.
The crowd cheered.
Alice threw her head back and began to hump the device as it ravaged her, and De Sade approached and began to stroke and pinch her breasts. Normally, she would have protested his rough treatment, but as aroused as she was Alice wanted him to squeeze even harder.
Her fantasies were answered as he placed a nipple clamp on her right breast, and then her left. To these he added hanging weights, which pulled on Alice as they squeezed.
Hatter and Hare circled around her, recording the whole thing.
“I do believe she’s enjoying herself,” Hare said.
“We should ask.” Hatter stuck a microphone near Alice’s mouth. “Are you enjoying yourself, Alice?”
“Eighty-nine!” she screamed, louder than she had at any time previously that day.
“I think we can interpret that as a yes,” Hatter said.
Lewis had his eyes closed—no doubt he’d be paddled for that—but de Sade was presently occupied with Alice, stepping behind her.
“Raise up that luscious bottom of yours.”
Alice did, and in lifting her bottom it pressed her throbbing clitoris harder against the vibrator.
The first spank made Alice scream again.
The second made her scream even louder. The sensations of pain and pleasure were intermingling, until it seemed like every nerve in her body was on fire.
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