Bee Descends into The Basement

Bee shrugged off the **** dread trying to claw itself into her quite blissful awareness.

As Gia descended the creaky stairs Bee took one last glance around the room.

“This’ll be a hard one to top.” She remarked to herself before flipping her radiant red hair behind her back and approaching the top step.

With a deep breath that seemed unusually impending she stepped over the threshold and lowered her first step on the final path of descent at the party. The screams and moans of pleasure were easily two times louder than the floor above, the exposed foundation of rocks stacked and caked with mortar running the perimeter of the dim and dank space.

As Bee reached the bottom step and felt her feet touch upon the cool concrete floor a now fully naked Gia circled her. Kissing across Bee’s shoulders Gia’s hands went to work unbuttoning Bee’s pants. As Bee instinctively reached to stop her Gia nodded to a dingy old bar chalkboard next to the bottom step.

Scrawled chaotically upon the board were a few sparse words, the impressions of a drunken invocation having been declared upon the basement with their context.

Rules :

No Clothes, Being Here IS Consent

Free For All

Bee swallowed deeply, an exciting shiver coursing through her as her corrupted mind delighted at the free reign playground the rules proposed, the minor resistant tug of what inhibitions remained pulling away with the clothes Gia alluringly slipped from Bee’s body.

Gia had spent the start of the party feeding and corrupting every soul down here heavily. Her only reason for having left was the need to give her swollen breasts a chance to replenish their stores, her body otherwise drained of corruptive influence as the denizens in the basement slowly stewed and brewed that which was dispensed to them together.

As Bee stepped away from the stairs she had to marvel as the scene all around as she struggled to identify the clearly under 40s in the dim room.

One raven haired woman was bent over against the stone wall, a man breathing heavily with exhaustion and he fucked into her.

Just past them a man leering at the rutting couple stroking the silver streaked head sucking him off. He groaned in perverse delight having only come because so much of his family were involved in the small theatre.

On an old beat up couch a woman was laid out, spit roasted as either end at a blonde appeared to play with her tits.

Bee felt a thrill at the eyes that drifted her way as she explored the acts of the room. Bee wasn’t sure she was ready to dive all in. Not that it was entirely her choice here, she had knowingly declined to turn back when she saw the rules scrawled upon the chalk board in their rushed post glory.

A bed lay in one corner, the territory of the defeated, a passed out man half hanging off it, a woman who had rolled off of him was in the process of being hefted over onto a throw rug, the duo shortly thereafter setting to word using the semi lucid woman, her slight moans of delight at still being used despite her exhaustion soon muffled by a cock as she became a link in a chain of oral sex on the floor.

“Now there’s a challenge.” Gia remarked, nodding to the passed out man. “I had fun with him earlier, bet he has no more fucks to give tonight. Unless you think you can inspire him"

Bee and Gia had a long history of challenges and dares. This one like all the others pulled hard on the friendly rivalry and competitive streaks between the two young women.

As Bee looked upon the passed out man she felt like there was something familiar about him, like she should recognize him. Feeling alarm reinforce previously banished inhibition Bee paused.