Part 38
The First Circle of Hell
Six weeks had passed since Lena and Mina’s secret return to Abyss, their hearts still weighed down by the ominous note they had received, but no further contact had been made. They were not expecting any contact anymore. Neither did they dare to return. The memory of the dancer’s perilous performance and the chilling message lingered, casting a desire over their days. More than one night they slowly swayed on their double ended toy, eliciting a symphony of moans.
They were still baffled by the properties of their Caps and accompanying Rings. They were … pristine. No wear and tear, not a tiny scratch.
"This is not normal. I take care as good as I can of my hygiene," Mina said, "still there is never any, you know, ‘build-up’. And at times I feel like the Cap is drawing my pearl further out. It feels as if I am … sucked on."
"This is probably you getting aroused, for it to seem to have this effect."
"But you feel it too? Like sometimes they seem to be too heavy? Warmer than body temperature?"
After a pause, Lena answered, "Yes. I feel that too. It’s draining and tiring. Exhausting me from the inside, if that’s the right word."
One morning, almost two months after their return to Abyss, as the pale winter sun barely lit the room, a knock echoed through the apartment. Lena, wrapped in a blanket, opened the door to find an unmarked parcel with the logo of Abyss imprinted resting on the doorstep. Her brow furrowed as she brought it inside, placing it on the kitchen table where Mina joined her, curiosity etched on both their faces.
Carefully, Lena peeled away the plain wrapping, revealing a finely crafted wooden box. Inside, nestled in dark velvet, was an intricately designed black and glossy double ended dildo, its surface gleaming with strange, silver blobs that seemed to shimmer faintly in the dim light. Alongside it lay a letter, written on thick, parchment-like paper.
"You got to be kidding me."
The toy was long, with a silver metal section in the middle, separating it into two distinct sections, one to be received by one woman. On each section of the dildo were a series of ten small silver metallic nodules. While central metal part was obviously solid, the back, latex like dildo sections were flexible, covered in countless tiny dimples, bending obscenely upon being lifted out of the artisan box. Mina was first to point out a USB-C port in the metallic part.
"You got to be kidding me."
Lena picked up the letter, her hands trembling slightly as she began to read aloud:
"Lena,
Your return to Club Abyss did not go unnoticed. Your desire to experience the thrill of Abyss again is unquenched and this confirms that you are carved from a special stone. We are observing you and might offer you a position in Abyss’ inner circles, if you pursue this path. You feed on the pain as much as we do."
"Why doesn’t it say that about me?", Mina interjected.
Shrugging her shoulders, Lena continued to read.
"We are amused that you brought your personal pain maidservant with you."
"Maidservant? But I’m not your slave!"
"You kind of fall into that role sometimes by default, don’t you think? Asking me to spank you?"
Mina fell silent and let Lena continue.
"Your secret dance at home with your own instrument shared between you and your maidservant, while devoid reaching your peaks under your Cap of Despair and Ring of Eternal Longing, was observed, and your persistence in trying to defeat your chastity has intrigued us. Your secret is safe with us."
They looked at each other in disbelief. "How can they possible know that? They know about our toy?"
"Within this parcel, you will find the Cursed Clarinet, named after its silver nobs and black color. It is no ordinary toy, and its melody holds the key to a path not yet revealed. To prove yourselves worthy of further consideration for redemption, you must practice with this toy together. Synchronization is essential. Only when you unite with each other in perfect harmony will the Cursed Clarinet begin to reveal its secrets."
"Beware - the clarinet is not forgiving. It demands precision and unity. If you falter, it will remind you of the price of discord. Keep it charged. The clarinet can hear the music you have around you, it can hear your moans. The clarinet will know by its line of silver nodules up to which depth you seek your unison. Your goal is to be in sync. You will sway and follow the rhythm of the music to the end before disengaging. Only in harmony you can master playing the clarinet in duet."
"Play often. When the time is right, the flute will unveil what you seek to those you play flawlessly."
"Do not come to Abyss. We expect to find your old toys in the garbage by your apartment. You will be contacted again if you chose to obey these instructions."
The letter was unsigned, but its tone was unmistakably authoritative, a blend of intrigue and threat. Mina placed the letter down, her eyes wide with apprehension. "What do you think it means? Redemption? Could this be our chance? It mentions twice the dildo will reveal a secret."
Lena examined the dildo, her fingers tracing the mysterious knobs. "I don’t know, but it’s clear they’re testing us. If this is connected to our caps, we can’t ignore it. But it seems we are banned again and we need to throw out our toys."
"The new one looks a hundred times more intense anyhow … Do you think, they are, you know, different than human? Like in the old folk tales" Mina asked, expecting a comforting answer which did not come. Lena just looked at her, lost in thought.
Lena plugged the dildo into her charger. "Vampires with USB? Come on now." she giggled a bit too nervously.
That evening, they sat together in the dimly lit living room, the flute resting between them like a relic from another world. The air was thick with tension as they prepared for their first attempt.
Mina lifted the dildo between their naked bodies, ready to be joined at their apices, her hands steady but her heart racing. "We have to be synchronized," she whispered. "Let’s try something simple."
Lena nodded, her fingers positioned her end of the dildo carefully at her entrance. They exchanged a glance, a silent agreement, and then began to push. Soon they found their rhythm. Swaying, hips moving, diving deeper, their nether lips almost kissing, keeping just the center of the metal exposed. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. After half an hour they pulled themselves off and called it a night.
"Now, that was not too bad." Mina said to a smiling Lena. They collected their toys, heavy hearted, especially to part with their favorite double ended dildo, and put them all in a trash bag, taking them downstairs.
The suit’s requirements were grueling. Each weekday, Nadia endured at least twelve hours of confinement, her movements restricted and her body drenched in sweat. Her weekends became an unrelenting trial as she spent about 23 hours each day in the suit, the tightness and heat sapping her strength and willpower.
Nadia remained oblivious to the powers behind her denial having negotiated whether she danced for days, weeks or months. Evelyn, meanwhile, watched with satisfaction as Nadia’s suffering unfolded. The audience buzzed with the tale of the failed performance, and Abyss continued to thrive on its reputation for exquisite torment. As Nadia’s six weeks stretched on, she found herself questioning whether Nadia would ever find freedom or if her persistence would always lead her back to the stage. Nadia’s chastity supplied her with a steady stream of sustenance, as did Lena’s and Mina’s. The pain in the heels was a short but intense feast of drained energy. But six weeks of endurance and unraveling in rubber, this would elevate Evelyn’s own life-force immensely. She would look some years younger again before Nadia would get rid of her infernal suit.
The next evening, just as they sat down together, Lena’s phone received a message: "Play together or suffer apart. Your path begins with ‘Abyss: The First Circle of Hell.", including a link to a playlist on one of the streaming services. Lena tapped on it and it brought up "Abyss: The First Circle of Hell - 3:11". One tap later and a bass heavy slow melody played. They both realized they had used the Cursed Clarinet while it was being turned off. She pressed stop and linked her phone up to her speakers for a better quality.
With a sense of foreboding, but also an unveiled excitement, Lena and Mina prepared for their first attempt. They sat opposite each other, the dildo resting between them, pointed at their apices. The dual black ends shimmered ominously under the dim light of their apartment.
Mina took a deep breath, her hands steady on the middle section, guiding the first few inches inside both of them, needing no lubrication. "We have to be perfectly in sync," she whispered. "There’s no other way."
Lena nodded "Let’s start the track and see what happens."
She pressed play again, and the haunting melody of "Abyss: The First Circle of Hell" filled the room. It was a slow, ominous tune, with deep, resonant bass notes that seemed to echo from the depths of the earth. The started to move, the dildo sliding between their nether lips and began to play.
The first moves were hesitant, their breath uneven as they struggled to match each other’s rhythm. They noticed the gentle change, out of the dimples, dull extensions emerged, not spikes, but they were noticeable. The smooth dildo transformed into one with ever growing studs. In surprise they stopped and within seconds, the studs retreated and spikes beneath other dimples activated, pressing painfully into their vaginas, and started oscillating between extended and retracting in a slow rhythm. The sudden sting made them gasp, breaking their dance, slowly and carefully they worked themselves off of the dildo while the spikes worked them over. Once out, the spikes retracted, leaving only the smooth dimpled surface visible.
Mina winced, her legs throbbing. "It punishes us for every mistake," she muttered. "We have to stay perfectly synchronized, or it’ll just keep hurting us."
Lena rubbed her crotch, carefully not to agitate her Cap of Despair, the tiny pinpricks still stinging inside her. "We need to push in sync, move in sync - everything has to be exact."
Determined to avoid the spikes, they tried again, focusing intently on matching their movements. Slowly, they began to understand the clarinet’s demands. The dildo responded not just to the notes they played but to the rhythm of their riding and the depth of penetration.
Over the next few days, their practice sessions became a ritual. Each evening, they would sit together, the Cursed Clarinet inserted between them as they worked tirelessly to master its demands. The dildo seemed to possess a will of its own, responding sharply to every mistake, every lapse in harmony.
The challenge was more than just technical - it was a test of their bond. They had to listen to each other, to anticipate each other’s movements and breaths. The slightest misalignment in penetration brought the studs out, small first, growing more and more with every mismatch, retracting ever so slightly when they managed to continue their rhythm in perfection. Often, one of them stopped with a gasp, when she could not take the deep raking of her internal walls under the studs anymore. That gasp was followed up by both their screams when then studs retracted and the spikes started pulsing, signaling the end of their dance.
Despite the frustrations and the sting of failure, they pressed on, driven by the promise hinted at in the letter. The clarinet's haunting challenge began to take shape, weaving a tapestry sound composed of moans that resonated deep within their souls.
As the days turned into a week, they began to notice a change. The clarinet’s sharp reminders became less frequent, the melody flowing smoother with each session. Their synchronization improved, not just in their playing but in their understanding of each other.
Mina looked over at Lena after one particularly successful session, a rare smile breaking through her usual apprehension. "I think we’re getting there."
Lena smiled back, the warmth of their shared progress breaking through the cold grip of their curses. "It feels… right, doesn’t it? Like we’re finally in sync."
Their bond, forged in shared suffering, was now being tempered by their shared determination. The dance on the dildo, once a source of pain, began to feel like a bridge to something greater - something they could not yet fully grasp.
Though the letter offered no clear timeline, they could feel their anticipation building. Each note, each melody brought them closer to the secret the flute promised to reveal. The air seemed charged with potential, as if the flute itself was waiting for the perfect moment to unveil its hidden truth.
Lena and Mina knew they were on the cusp of something significant. The Cursed Clarinet was more than an instrument - it was a key, and they were determined to unlock its secrets, no matter the cost.
After a painful week, they managed to complete the first song, their synchronization improving with each attempt. As the final notes faded, the clarinet fell silent, and the spikes remained retracted.
The mystery of what lay ahead loomed large, but for the first time in a long while, they felt a flicker of hope. The path was uncertain, and the challenges were far from over, but they were ready to face whatever came next, together.
Relieved but exhausted, they set the dildo down. Lena’s phone buzzed almost immediately with a new notification:
"Congratulations. Your next piece is ‘Abyss: The Second Circle of Hell.’ Duration: 4 minutes and 25 seconds.", combined with another link.