Uncommon Places, Book 3 in Autumn Club Series

Chapter 14

Friday approached like a wild boar - fast and seemingly dangerous. Beatrix took charge of the costumes that would represent the original sin.

She used the lace from a white dress and dyed it lightly with tea to make it more of a flesh color. Then she fashioned a short dress which came to her knees and was held up by thin straps. The dress was tight and short with a low décolletage to show her cleavage. Along the lace she wove silk leaves and flowers over her private parts.

Beatrix wore he hair down so that it looked like a waterfall of blonde silk. She felt like Lady Godiva and a fairy mixed together. It was scandalous - and she loved it.

Thomas was similar to Beatrix's dress, but the lace was sewn into very short pants like a toddlers. The silk foliage covered only his cock and some on his rear.

Damien's costume was a little more difficult to devise. Beatrix decided that an evil serpent would look sleek and charming. He would have to be able to convince a good girl to sin.

She pulled back his hair and added a pomade. She darkened his eyes with coal so that when the mask was on they would look like dark pits. His green silk suit was outdated but it fix perfectly, and made him look like a dandy. A sinful dandy. They added a cane to add to his sophistication.

When they arrived at the well-appointed estate, they all placed their black masks upon their faces. They gave each other reassuring looks, and Damien made the final statement.

"Do as I say. Follow my directions to a tee. Do not allow anyone to touch you or harm you in any way. I will also protect you. We shall refer to each other by our character's name," he said. "Am I missing anything?"

"So we shall call you serpent?" Bea asked innocently.

"Yes or my lord serpent if you so choose," Damien replied with a smirk.

The main door opened to a gatekeeper of hell. He was wearing a mask as they all were, but it was clearly he was the one that granted entrance to those arriving. "Invitation," was all he said as he extended his hand to Damien.

Damien produced the invite and placed it in the gatekeeper's hand. The gatekeeper nodded once after the invitation was confirmed, and the group entered.

The entryway was glittering in candlelight as any formal ball in town. But walking amongst the candlelight were men and women dressed in all manner of clothing - or lack thereof. A servant took the cloaks they all wore that covered their costumes.

As they entered the grand ballroom more people were milling about. Some of the submissives were on leashes and on their hands and knees or walking upright. Others were completely naked and kneeling on tables or the floor.

The dominants were males or females that were not dressed in any manner that would make them vulnerable. They had a sex appeal in what they did wear, and their most noticeable asset was their confidence.

The room was neither heaven nor hell. It was a purgatory of sorts. The groups or couples were mingling, learning more about each other's interests. The dominants did all of the talking. For tonight, Damien was the only one in their trio to wear that mantle.

Damien approached a small group with several nuns and priests. And of course the devil. They all remarked on their costumes. The idea that eating fruit would be a sin when compared to their truly lascivious acts made them all chuckle.

The group discussed the other floors since Damien indicated that this was their first time joining them. These particular guests found Heaven too boring. They craved the darker reaches of Hell.

Hell was more like a medieval dungeon. Women chained to the wall. Men whipped on a post. Things of that nature. Many of those in Hell preferred to give and receive a great deal of pain.

Where Heaven was for those that enjoyed pain, but preferred the more mental aspects of BDSM. Damien knew that they could do either, but felt Bea may wish to explore the "softer" side of BDSM. It was clear that most of what they did was to satisfy a specific mental need or connection.

After chatting with more couples and observing a few sex acts, the three original sinners went up to Heaven that was located in the attic.

Heaven boasted Turkish rugs, and white curtains along all the walls and windows. Several settees and mattresses were strategically placed for viewing and participating. Chairs lined the edges of the room for those partial to simply watching.

The room was buzzing with attendees. Some couples were using the various surfaces to perform sexual acts, while many masturbated on display while being voyeurs.

Damien and his submissives spent many hours discussing what they wanted to do at this gathering. The most discussed act was simply to all have sex at one time in front of others.

But talking about it and doing it were entirely different stories. It was obvious that Bea was hesitant. The men had been to many brothels in their time in London and abroad. Having sex in front of others was almost commonplace for them.

Yet Bea had only been seen naked in front of these two men. They were her sexual world. To go from a world where sex was a dirty, unspoken deed to a world with two lovers was a tectonic shift. But to go from two lovers to an audience was something all together taboo.

Damien thought it best to distract her while she worked up her confidence. He walked them to some of the audience chairs. He sat and then indicated that they both sit on the floor at his feet.

He looked at Bea with cool eyes. "Take me out and get me hard. Don't use your hands. Just your mouth." When she hesitated he said, "Now."

Beatrix saw that he was serious. Damien had come here to play. Not stand about like a couple of ninnies. So she obliged.

After removing his cock from his green pants, she recalled the instruction to only use her mouth. Bea ran her tongue down to the base of his semi-hard shaft, and back again. She continued the motion until she couldn't wait to taste the head.

She popped the tip into her mouth and lightly sucked on it. She swirled her tongue around the mushroom head, tasting Damien's precum.

It was then that not only did she feel Thomas's stare, but she felt others. Bea turned to see over Thomas's shoulder and saw a woman with a man on a leash beside her. The man was rubbing the woman's clit as she watched Bea with Damien. She seemed to be enjoying the show.

And this was the inspiration Bea needed. She further took Damien's cock into the deep recesses of her mouth. She pushed herself to take more. Past her gag reflex, she relaxed her throat and took him as far as she could go.

Damien eventually began fucking her throat. "That's it, pet. Take it all," he said on a moan. "Adam. Eat her cunt."