Hellfire

Chapter 42: Hellfire

The Glorious Twelfth was the date of the inaugural meeting of The New Hellfire Club. Not quite the setting of the Wycombe caves, but hopefully more secret due to the clientele being somewhat less famous or perhaps less infamous. Present were Sir Thomas, Lord Thirsk, Lady Selby, Eugene Maltravers, Arabella Skipton and ten other well connected men and women. Strictly speaking Thomas should have brought someone along but he had been very busy and technically so should Michael and Hannah, who was the only bona fide female member.

Each member had been tasked to bring along another female already depraved or ripe for corruption. Before entering the dining room, the first level of the club, Hannah had vetted the guests to make sure they would be able to cope with the situation. While at the meal, they were given the option to leave because once in the drawing room the door would be locked but it would take quite a lot of courage for any to chicken out at this stage.

The 4 waitresses obtained from The Doll King entered dressed in red soldier jackets and nothing else, not even shoes, each carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne. Corks were popped and, as Mistress of Ceremonies, Hannah announced the toast.

“To decadence and the pursuit thereof.” and glasses clinked.

“Gentlemen, and Ladies, welcome to The New Hellfire Club.” she continued. “After the splendid meal we are about to consume, all parties will retire to the drawing room where instructions will be given. Prepare to have cocks satisfied and cunts filled. In the meantime enjoy the finest venison before a very special dessert which I think the ladies will enjoy.”

The cook was surprisingly talented considering her background as a brothel keeper and everyone enjoyed the rich meat and flavours. Then in came the footmen with several candles heating some melted chocolate. However eyes were less on the food then the bearers’ erect penises clearly fluffed by the maids. One stopped by Hannah and dipped his cock in the warmish brown stickiness. If it was at all painful, he did not let it show. Lady Selby proceeded to clean the member with her tongue licking at gently at first, then biting at some of the hardened flakes before taking the cock head in her mouth to suck off the end.

“Delicious with that special meaty taste.” she declared. “Come on ladies, your turn.”

“But I don’t like chocolate.” declared one of the others.

“Impossible.” doubted Hannah and the rest mumbled in agreement.

“No really, but if I must, I must.” Some people obviously do not need much persuasion and Arabella needed none as she attended to a dick and balls smothered in the confectionary. She worked the chocolate off the sacks with consummate ease and in fact was sucking the shaft long after it was clean to the pleasure of everyone watching, not least its owner. However the final young woman had found the reality already past her comfort zone despite her previous assurances.

“We understand my dear, but this was also a test.” revealed Hannah, “If this is too much, I am afraid the drawing room is barred for you and regrettably your partner. Nevertheless you may use the facilities of the ground floor rooms and if you have a change of heart you may attend future meetings provided you are invited and are willing to perform.”

The girl and her disgruntled partner, who was aware of the rules, left for the reception room probably to have a talk.

“A guinea says she won’t be back.” offered Thirsky to which his girlfriend replied

“I’ll take that but at double the odds. I have faith just not very much. Let us withdraw.”

The club consisted of 5 storeys with doors knocked through between the houses at various points and lots of security with blocked access making it difficult to travel through the house without notice unless one was a servant who had keys. Like most London townhouses there was public access to the first 2 floors but even here half of the 4 entrances were closed off. Servants and tradesmen entered via the kitchen which was alongside the servants’ quarters. The other entrance was to the reception room or parlour which led to the dining room above the kitchen.

Immediately above the dining room was the club’s heart, the drawing room, the door to which was under the control of the butler and under butler, 2 fearsome men. In the other house a series of small multi-purpose rooms where ‘guests’ might freshen up or be held until needed. The top 2 floors consisted of 12 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms with cisterns used for storing rainwater fed from the roof. The club also had the very recently developed flush toilets invented by Alexander Cumming and fitted with his own improvements by Joseph Bramah.

Once sealed upstairs the real fun could begin. Hannah demanded that everyone strip naked which they all did without complaint pausing to admire each other as at the hostess’ insistence the men were all in fine physical condition and pleasing to her eye, unlike those other clubs when the membership was purely based on power and wealth. This was more like a refuge for beautiful people.

Partners left to christen the bedrooms leaving Thomas on his own but he had his plans. In one of those holding rooms he had 2 of London’s finest prostitutes and took them to his own personal bedroom where he beat them, one set of buttocks on top of the other, before alternating cunts. He had paid them extra to cum inside but was caught between them when he eventually exploded. It was no matter since they were to stay the night hidden from the rest of the membership for mutual security. After that he returned to the dining room to await the return of the couples.