Being Neighborly Ch. 11 by fitfidelityfifty64

Being Neighborly Ch. 11 by fitfidelityfifty64

The set up for Hades Night is almost complete. In this chapter I will put a wrap on Red Light Wednesday Night, Unholy Week and Red Light Buffett (at Gladys).

The Slut: Mel’s journey begins a day early due to her affinity for and sharing with a co-worker her story of submission finding herself on display for auction at Red Light Buffett Night at Gladys’s complex.

The resulting actions of everyone during Unholy Week and Red Light Wednesday Night will be analyzed, the real standings only known by an independent entity. Brian having developed the computations used, tallies as he gets information, but things are always changing based on the interactions within the society and what gets recorded. Master Donnie has thrown everything into a frenzy of fuck and suck, Brian not able to track and is worried going into Hades Night.

Carol arrived in the society, binding five different roles in one scene Wednesday night, AND creating unique flexibility going into Hades Night, her power is understated and undersold by Brian.

Mistress Night is getting indications that there is an uprising in the society and from multiple sides. Brian has given indication to look towards his wife, Mistress Jill and Mel’s husband, Master Donnie.

The Virgin: In this chapter Izzy, Carla and Amanda evolve into a trio of sub/dommes unique to the society making their worth in which stable they reside a battle with twists and turns including a double cross by one of their mothers.

Amanda’s virginity is valuable and she begins to understand this.

————————————————————————————————-The Slut: Gladys happened upon he niece Lillian’s affinity for Mel by chance talking to the young woman’s mother Dorthy who manages the Supreme Mistress’s assets in Galena IL. They were discussing phone upgrades and Odessa asked a surprising question.

“Who’s Mel?” Lillian’s mother Odessa asked, explaining there was a weird text she discovered updating her daughter’s phone. “This woman is talking about a secret society, or lifestyle, or something like that.”

Gladys brushed off the comment and told her Mel worked with Lillian at one of the businesses they supplied.

“I’ll talk to Mel, I doubt it’s anything,” Gladys assured Odessa who’s dark eyes were trusting of Gladys.

Gladys was grooming Lillian and she was ready, going directly against what she told her mother she met with Lillian walking in on more than just a discussion between the younger woman and Mel.

Mel knew she was defeated, Lillian on the floor ready to serve and now Mel’s Mistress crashing in on her first attempt at dominance.

“This can’t be…can’t be real,” Mel stammered, then gave an order to Lillian. “Get out, now!”

“Easy my pet, and please, close the door,” Gladys said her look sinister and deep to Mel, Lillian getting up, then retreating back to the floor.

Mel felt the control leave as Lillian lowered to the floor and knelt, head down. There was the hustle and bustle of the morning going on in the lobby, in offices.

Mel went back to serving Gladys, turned and locked the door, her embarrassment was not for getting caught, but giving up so easily.

“Lillian is my niece, and I own significant shares, and supply in this little company that employs you currently.” Gladys said with an inflected threat, Mel instinctively sliding down to her knees, listening to her Mistress. “It seems you’ve got information you’re withholding from me that Lillian so graciously shared, and I must invoke a clause in the contract you signed with Jill.”

Mel was clueless, signing that piece of paper was over a month ago. Her head on the ground she thought hard and she assumed it had to do with dual ownership and the society.

“You have become a threat and now you need to report to my complex at Noon. You have severe consequences to pay, now go to the grand room and from there someone will take you to the gallows,” Gladys said. “Do not tell anyone or what is coming will be much worse. Lillian, you join us as well.”

“Yes, Mistress,” The two women said together, Gladys slipped out of the room quickly. Mel on the floor her dominant urge rising again turning to the younger Lillian.

“You bitch!” Mel shouted her spit flying out of her mouth, Lillian scurried out the door. For the first time Mel felt dominant to someone and upset that she was found out, betrayed, and headed for certain pain.

Mel took a few minutes before finishing a few work items. She was off the rest of the week and trying to focus on what was ahead of her not what was waiting for her. Going to her car she felt alive, worried, excited and fearful, the usual combination of emotions surrounding her involvement with Mistress Night. She was hopeful since Lillian was ordered to attend, that maybe Gladys wanted to foster the urge for Mel to dominant.

Mel arrived at the complex just ahead of Lillian, was grabbed by two of Gladys centurions, for the first time the men were rough and careless with her. She was stripped and thrown into a hard concrete cubical hosed with cold water for 30 minutes. The thoughts of dominance were erased quickly, the force of the water, the temperature, the hard concrete were too formidable.

Her screams were of terror and fright, then cold and survival. There were cries of apologies that echoed against the stones unheard, the drain at her feet, the hard stream of water pointed at her by the men, beating her to the ground. She was near collapse when the water finally turned off, her body falling to the stone floor. Mel shuddered from the cold and fear seeing the bare feet of Mistress Night, dressed in a robe, her hair done for the pre-Red Light Buffett, walked in to the wetness.

“My Dear, I have one question for you,” she said, Mel staggered and disoriented on the floor. “What is your husband planning?”

“In regards to what, Mistress?” she said dazed and confused.

“Centurion! Another 30!” she yelled, turning away and the water returned, fast and hard, relentless for another 30 minutes, pruning her skin, the coldness of the water and the elements outside, causing her to shiver and quake.

She fought for a time, thinking about what Master Donnie could be planning, remembering some things, her body quaked. Arms wrapped around her just curled in the corner, her ass hovering above the cold stone, she survived the last 10 minutes.

The water turned off, Mel was searching for words, anything to get her out of the block. She’d confess to a murder at this point and knew things Jill and her husband were conspiring to do, ready to let Gladys know.

It was getting later in the afternoon, Mistress Night appeared in her dress, ready for makeup to get applied, her bare feet on the cold block walked toward her broken slut.

“What is your husband planning, Child?” Mistress Night said, her makeup perfect, hair up and beautiful, her cleavage vast.

“He and Jill are plotting to take you down Saturday night,” Mel giving up the basics, shivering, her teeth chattering. “I can provide you details.”

“Very good…” Mistress Night said. “You will now go and be comforted, write down everything you know about this plot, and you will then be prepped and put on the menu for this evening.”

“Yes Mistress, th…thh…thh ank you Mistress,” she said relieved but fearful.

The men aggressively cuffed her hands behind Mel, then ankles together, picking her up and tossing her naked onto cart that was padded, no rails. They rolled her through the complex where there were dozens of people readying the areas for the banquet, a few glancing over at the wet, naked woman being carted through.

She stayed down, her face pressed against the pad, eyes closed, the bumps and occasional bouncing off walls or doorway frames, unnerving but tolerable. They stopped, she opened her eyes long enough to see she was back in the dressing areas before.

The men picked her up and threw her on the bed.

“Hey!” she screamed. “You going to untie me?”

There was no movement, the room was unlit, and she lay naked, bound hand and foot, laying on the bed.

She had time to think, Mistress Night instructed her to write everything down she knew about her husband and Jill. Naked on the bed, she was almost dry, starting to warm up, in the last moments of silence her mind could see clearly the play they were setting up and included getting rid of her to Mistress Night.

Suddenly the door burst open, a familiar large centurion walked in, his introduced himself as Jaxson, undoing her feet, sitting her on the edge of the bed, she waited for him to undo her hands.

“I am here to provide you information and inspiration in your task of writing everything the traitorous infidels in the community are conspiring to do. “I am also to continue your journey in becoming the complex’s ‘slut’.”

“Slut?” Mel said, not considering all of the cock and pussy she had been introduced to had a purpose that wasn’t attached to her submissive contract. “I’m not surprised…”

He didn’t talk, her eyes scanned up his shirtless torso, pecs that were chiseled, eyes of fire, a beard with dark hair a golden wrap around his forehead. His shorts were stylish and reaching down with his large hands, unbuttoned them, her arms behind her back still, she was helpless. Out sprung a monster of a penis, not quite Brian’s length, but thick.

“Sir, I am your slut,” Mel said, not knowing what to say, a centurion didn’t discipline, they just carried out orders. “Mmmggffftttthhhtttt!”

Jaxson pushed the head of his monster over her lips and to her throat, pulling back, she instinctively spit on the tip, he pushed in again, and she did the same, they repeating the process a few more times. Jaxson pushed it in, and with both hands on either side of her head, pushed her forward like he was piercing a melon, her throat yielding with resistance.

“GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH! GAHHUNCKKKHHH!” the breath and moan from Mel’s mouth vibrated against his shaft, her eyes closed, Jaxson pushed, thrust and pulled in a consistent manner.