Message-ID: <26187asstr$968055006@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: pami1968@aol.com (Pami1968) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=utf-8 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <20000903210647.05344.00000651@ng-ft1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} The Road to Hell Pt. 1 by Pami (MM/F, mdom) Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2000 04:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw This story contains sexuals words, themes, and actions. If you are under 21, go away. If you don't like this sort of thing, go away. If, on the other hand, you do like it and its legal for you to... read on... I would like to go on record and say that this story is purely fictional, although the places and some of the characters are not. I hope no one is offended. Please do not post this anywhere without asking me. HEY YOU.... If you like this... If you don't... drop me an email, ok? :) The Road to Hell by Pami (MM/F, mdom) It was a cool night in August. I know that sounds like a contradiction of terms, especially for Western Pennsylvania, but it was! It had been a warm day, and my friends and I had slipped away from the campsite, ditching the medieval garb for a brief trip to the state park and its refreshing lake. And, of course... the hot showers with running water! A real shower, with warm water, is one of those things that you don't really appreciate unless you don't have it. Our camp had rigged up a shower with solar shower bags, and we had a hose for running water, but it wasn't the same. I personally appreciated the park showers for the opportunity to really thoroughly wash and condition my long wavy hair. I admit it, my hair is one of my conceits. God gives everybody something attractive, and in my case, it was the thick golden brown tresses that cascaded down, just cresting the curve of my lower back. Anyway, that night was the party my friend Candy and I waited for all year long. One of the larger groups held an annual shindig that was modeled on Hell, complete with Satan, succubuses, a huge bonfire, and this really potent drink that actually smoked. It was actually only the dry ice in it that smoked, but you get the idea. They packed in a few hundred people for the party, and there was always something interesting going on. It was also an excuse for some of us to bend the garb rules a bit and wear something a little more risque than usual. My first year, I had worn a pink gown, one of my usual pastels, and I liked to think that I looked like a fallen angel, come down to visit the darker side. By now, though, I decided to push the envelope. "Brandy, are you ready yet?" Candy called through the dusk. The party started at O'dark thirty, we hated to be TOO late, and it was a long walk. "I'll be right there," I hollered out from my tent. I took my small hand mirror and tried to look at myself as full length as possible. Dressing in garb and looking presentable really was a challenge when you had a dome tent where you could only stand up in one spot. Having a full length mirror was definitely a no- no, as I had learned a couple of years ago. Trying to get the shards off of the nylon floor had been almost impossible without a vacuum. I inhaled as deeply as I could, unzipped the door, and went out. "Ho-ly shit, girl... what the hell are you wearing?" Candy exclaimed rather loudly when I approached the campfire. Of course, everyone turned to look, and I blushed. You see, I am really NOT a wild woman. Mostly. Unless inspired, at least! But there was nothing demure about my outfit this night. My skirt was black, and split down the front to show the flame red underskirt I wore. The black was trimmed at the bottom with a wonderful gold and red trim I had picked up last year. I knew it would come in handy, and when I conceived this outfit, I knew it was meant for it. I had skipped my usual white blouse, and just wore the bodice. Well, it wasn't really a medieval bodice, per se, it was definitely a corset. About six months ago, I had secretly ordered a custom made corset. It was a whim, and if it looked bad on me, I didn't want anyone to know. It was one of those ones that really sucks you in. Something like women wore in the 1800's, to create the tiny waists that they prized so much. Now, I am not a small woman, and there is no corset in creation that will give me an 18 inch waist, but I had wanted something to accentuate my curves. This did the job, and then some. Made of black leather - but not the shiny patent leather so popular in fetish circles, this corset had steel boning in it and started about two inches below my hips and encased my torso all the way up to about an inch above the aureolas of my nipples. And when I was properly laced into it, it turned my already rather curvaceous body into an hourglass shape of which any 1890's woman would have been envious. The corset laced up the back, and I had chosen a red thong to do it with, in order to match my skirt. I had wrapped the thong around my waist and tied it in front, since I knew that I was going to have to dress myself. Sometimes being single sucks. Anyway, since bending over was an almost impossible challenge, so I had worn my over-the-knee black leather boots, not wanting to run the risk of having a shoelace that needed tying. I had tried variations of this outfit at home, finally settling on this one as being the most becoming. Anyway, the reaction of my camp mates was more than satisfying. The women exclaimed about how good I looked, and a few of the men chimed in, but it was the silent reactions of a couple of the guys that told me the truth. One just stared at me, and after about five or six minutes, got up and left the fire. I noticed the bulge in his crotch first, and I smirked to myself. The other one just sat there, shaking his head and looking at me. He darted glances at his wife occasionally, who looked somewhat like me, and they had a whispered conversation, while gesturing towards me. I imagined that pretty soon, she was going to own one of these corsets too! Candy and I set out for the party. She looked good too, in a white off-the-shoulder blouse with a green skirt, brought together with a black leather waist cincher. As we walked through the near dark, gentlemen of all shapes and sizes greeted us. Normally men at the event are courteous, but they were nicer than usual, asking us where we were going, where we were from, etc... Anyway, we had a blast flirting with them. One thing about the two of us - although we don't really look that alike, other than both being rather buxom - we almost share the same personality. I could tell that she was excited as I was about the possibilities for the evening ahead of us. Neither of us had a steady man, and we readily admitted to each other that a fling would not be out of the question. The sounds grew louder as we walked down the hill that approached the party. We went around the corner, and saw the fire blazing high as the men juggling around it. Lords and ladies in fine garb and crowns mingled with leather-clad men and women carrying whips. We approached the gate, and produced our ID for the guard. Since we had no pockets, both Candy and I had hidden them in our bodices. I struggled to get mine out, no mean feat considering how tightly my breasts were packed into the corset, and a man behind me offered to help, to the amusement of his friends and Candy. I triumphantly pulled out my license, turned around and answered "Well, I found my ID, but perhaps later milord... you never know what we may find in there." I winked and then waltzed through the gate. On the other side of the gate, the gauntlet waited. In order to enter "Hell", you had to pass through a double line of men and women holding leather floggers. They lightly smacked you on your ass, which hurt not at all through your clothes, and you were in. Candy was already more than half way through, and I plunged in. I ignored the catcalls and comments I heard as hurried by. Play S/M doesn't excite me, but it was one of those things you just had to get through. Candy and I went to the "bar" and got ourselves two mugs of the beverage du jour. We sipped it and chatted about the men that were there. After we both confessed to seeing a couple of men that we thought were cute, we decided to mingle left. That meant start out by working through the crowd, from left to right of the spot we were standing in. We walked slowly, murmuring to each other when we saw someone interesting, and I watched as Candy and some good looking red-haired man gave each other the once over so slowly that I thought they were going to rip each other's clothes off right there! We were far from the most attractive women there, and we were REALLY far from being the boldest, but we could hold our own. I stopped suddenly and grabbed Candy by her arm. She turned around, saw my stare, and asked me who it was. I was looking at a tall, somewhat husky man, with long blond hair, and a blond goatee. He was dressed in a rather commonplace white pirate type shirt, with a white belt around his waist. His black pants were tucked into the tops of his leather boots, and the silver spurs at his ankles reflected the light of the torches that scattered through the site. He was attractive, but far from the best-looking man there. His name was Gareth, and I had met him a few years ago at another party. We had enjoyed a nice flirtation, and that was it, to my chagrin. He had been my ideal knight ever since. I had looked for him everywhere, but hadn't glimpsed him once. Until now. I told her it was Gareth, and she recognized the name. "So this is the guy that you have been after for so long. Well... no time like the present. Go get -~im, girl," and she pushed me gently in his direction. I grabbed her hand, and pulled her along. I was scared to death to walk up to him, and I needed moral support. We got to about 20 feet away and I stopped dead. "I can't do it, Candy. I can't." I told her seriously. "What if he was just flirting that time? You know how guys here are... they say anything. What if he just thinks I am weird?" Candy sighed. "Ok, ok. I understand. Let's walk around a little bit more, and THEN you can talk to him. Go get us another drink," she told me and handed me her mug. I walked back to the bar area and got us refills. I flirted with the man holding the pitcher who flirted back at my nearly naked breasts, and then turned around to find Candy again. I nearly dropped both of our drinks when I found her. She was talking to HIM! I was gonna KILL her, I vowed to myself. I tried to calm myself down as I walked back around the edge of the crowd toward them. I could hear them laughing as I got closer. "Brandy, come here. I have someone I want you to meet," she called as she saw me. I wiped the murderous look off of my face as Gareth turned around. He smiled and gave me the once over about five times. I inhaled as deeply as my laces would allow me, and then jumped as I saw the edge of my left aureola emerge from the corset. Both Candy and Gareth laughed as I handed her the mugs and tried to hide behind her to adjust myself. Candy introduced me as her evil twin sister, and we both laughed. Gareth laughed politely, but I could tell he didn't quite understand the inside joke. "Twins in spirit, m'lord," I finally took pity on him. I smiled and extended my hand towards my dream guy. He took it and said his name. He looked into my eyes, and I could see a question in them. I decided not to remind him of where we had met before. "M'lord, it is such a PLEASURE to meet you," I responded, stressing the word -~pleasure' with what I hoped was a sexy tone. He raised my hand to his lips and kissed it. Jesus, I thought I was going to melt on the ground right them, and it was only my HAND that he was kissing. As he kissed it, he pulled me closer, so that I was standing directly in front of him. Not more than a handspan was between our bodies, and he looked deeply into my eyes. "I know you," he told me in the gravelly tone that I remembered so vividly. "Where do I know you from?" he asked me, still not releasing my hand. "You tell me, m'lord. Perhaps a dream? Or... a nightmare?" I chuckled as I withdrew my hand from his finally. He laughed with me, and then casually took my hand as he turned to walk, tucking in the crook of his arm to take me with him. Candy walked on my other side, and we promenaded. Gareth knew many people, and he introduced us to everyone that stopped him. I could tell some of them wanted to know what our relationship was, but were too polite to ask. I had done my homework over the past couple of years, and discovered that Gareth wasn't exactly a one-woman kind of man. It seemed that at every long event he picked a new lover, which upset me not at all. I didn't want to marry him, after all! Candy took quite a shine to one gentleman we met, and the last I saw of her, they were off to the bar area for another drink. She had asked Gareth to look out for me, and she was gone. I knew she would get back to our camp safely, as I knew the reputation of the lord she left with. I was thoroughly enjoying myself with the witty repartee that Gareth and I were indulging in. This reminded me of when we had met, and I wondered if he had any more flashes of memory. I didn't have to wonder any more, as one man in a shiny crown approached us. I swept a curtsey, as much as the corset allowed me to anyway, and Gareth bowed. It was Richard, the current prince, who was a friend of Gareth's and coincidentally the host of the party we had met at. Gareth went to introduce me, but Richard stopped him. He and I had bumped into each other from time to time over the past couple of years, and he said he remembered me. He commented on my dress being so different from the other times that we had met, and he too talked to my breasts, only occasionally glancing at my face. Like I said, I am generously endowed, and I wasn't offended. I had worn the corset for that reason, after all. Anyway, he ended up the conversation by asking Gareth if he would actually escort me home that evening, NOT like the Tea Party night three years ago when he had disappeared on me. After Richard had left us, Gareth turned to me. He gave me the once over one more time, and then exclaimed, "I KNEW I knew you! But my god, woman... your clothing has changed!" I blushed as he once again looked me over from top to toe. That night so long ago, I had worn all white with gold edging. My friends had teased me asked me where my halo was, since that night I had tried, and apparently succeeded, in having an innocent appearance. "Well, M'lord, I knew I was going to Hell tonight. And when in Rome..." I teased him. He laughed, and responded. "Well, now I know what you look like dressed as an angel and dressed as a demon. I wonder what you represent without clothing on at all." And he pulled my hand up and kissed it lingeringly. I smiled, and felt a pulse between my legs. I was well on the way to FINALLY finding out if this guy was as good as he sounded, and I was positive that tonight would have a much more pleasant evening than that night three years ago. We paused in front of the whipping posts, and watched as beautiful women, clad in corsets similar to mine (where do you think I got the idea?) were flagellating men and women alike. It was like a clothed bdsm play party, if you can imagine THAT, and there were actually people who looked like they were almost getting off on the whippings through their garb. "What think you, m'lady," Gareth leaned down and whispered to me, "would you like a try?" "At which, m'lord," I flirted back. "Being the whipp-ER, or the whipp-EE?" I winked at him. A hush fell over the crowd as the residents of the camp cried for quiet. It was no small feat to get about 300 rowdy people to be quiet, but it worked. They cried for everyone to look toward the camp gate, and as we did, a dark man with horns and claws and a pitchfork appeared. Satan was among us, and the crowd cheered wildly. I smiled a small smile as I flashed back to last year. I had gotten the chance to sit on Satan's lap, and I had fond memories of the package that had nestled under my ass as I had nestled closer to the devil. Yep, I thought to myself, no angel here....unless I truly HAVE fallen. And I chuckled to myself. Last year I had the naughty fantasies about Satan, but this year I had a god to play with. Satan made the rounds through the party, eventually drawing close to his throne. Coincidentally, Gareth and I had sought semi-quiet near there to continue our verbal seduction, when up strolled Satan. He, unbelievably to me, actually seemed to remember me from last year. "Would you like to sit on my lap again this year, little girl?" he crooned to me from his stage as he perched himself on his metal throne. He actually patted his crotch as he smiled at me. "Then again," and he raised his voice so that many people surrounding him could hear, "there isn't really anything "little" about you, is there? Look at that body! Is today's sin Lust?" He cried as he pointed his pitchfork at me. "I think we have a new SUCKubus among us tonight. And she is bringing one of the realm's finest to the dark side... Where is my whip? I need to christen a new subject!" People roared with laughter as they looked to see who was drawing such attention. I was mortified. I had been having such a terrific time that night, and then this jerk, who I had actually thought was handsome, turned me into a public show. Instead of being proud of my garb, as I had been to that point, now I felt like a freak, and wished for my nondescript brown tunic to cover myself with. I only hoped that Gareth wasn't completely disgusted by having everyone notice him with me. I felt my eyes brim with tears and I prayed that I wouldn't totally humiliate myself in front of all of these people. I felt Gareth grab my hand and pull me through the crowd. I followed blindly, stumbling from time to time, not looking up once from the ground. Finally, the noise of the crowd faded to a dull roar and we stopped. We were in a large canvas pavilion. I could hear the party, not far away, and I guessed that Gareth had just found the first unoccupied pavilion he saw and took me in there. He shut the flap, closing us away from the world, and I hoped that whoever owned this pavilion wouldn't get upset with us. He looked at me, no laughter in his expression, and I looked back. I tried to inhale deeply, only to look down and see my aureolas both make a surprise appearance. Gareth's gaze was directed at my face as I glanced back up at him. He spoke. "He didn't mean to make fun of you, you know. I know him. He wouldn't do that. It was just for show." The tears crept to my eyes again, and I blinked. I felt it. One tear escaped and trailed down my right cheek. "I know," I breathed shakily. "I know." And then I burst into tears. Gareth pulled me to him, and I cried on his shoulder. I wasn't quite sure why I was crying anymore. But the tears just kept coming. I hate it when I cry. I am not one of those women who look more beautiful when they cry. I just get all red in the face and I look like crap. He stroked my hair, murmuring comfort words into my head, and eventually it was over. I was down to those small in- breath shudders that you get to after a good cry, when you are trying to stop and almost succeeding. He pulled my chin up and looked in my face and smiled. "Better?" he asked as he wiped the tracks of the tears from my cheeks. I smiled back at him. "I think so." And that was the moment that it changed. You have all read about it in books, and this was just that moment. When the comforting changes to sexual tension. 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