Part 44
The Second Circle of Hell
Relieved but exhausted, they set the dildo down. It had taken almost a month to make it through the song. The 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.
Mina stared at the screen, her heart sinking. "This isn’t going to stop, is it? There are seven circles in hell."
Lena sighed, the weight of the challenge pressing down on her. "It’s only going to get harder. But we have no choice. We have to keep going."
Unbeknownst to them, for an countless time, in a chamber in Abyss a woman went down on her knees with a scream of despair again after a particular long and fast section. Spikes were extended fully inside her locked high heels, pointing into the soles of her feet. She could bear them, but not the cramp in her leg.
Over the next few days, Lena and Mina devoted themselves to mastering the cursed clarinet. They got better quickly, after having finally figured out their movements and rhythms while beating the first song. Each new piece brought fresh challenges - longer durations, more complex melodies, and faster tempos. The studs and spikes were ever-present, punishing them for the slightest mistake, but with each session, their synchronization improved.
They learned the demands of the Clarinet, and how to control the studs which raked their insides, until it became too much and they got stung. The studs were retracting when they danced with long and full strokes on their dildo ends, they were able to sometimes swing in sync, sliding them out until all silver nodules were exposed and then sliding in a synchronized motion back onto them until they were all gone, their nether lips touching over the metal center piece.
The clarinet became an extension of their shared determination. They learned to anticipate each other’s movements, their breaths falling into perfect harmony. The pain from the spikes became less frequent as their confidence grew, but the knowledge that a single slip could undo their progress kept them on edge.
Every time they completed a song, they received a new notification with the next piece. The titles were increasingly ominous, each one hinting at the escalating difficulty:
Abyss: The Third Circle of Hell - 6 minutes and 42 seconds.
Abyss: The Fourth Circle of Hell - 10 minutes and 15 seconds.
Their bodies ached from the their practice, often multiple attempts at one circle per evening. Sometimes they did not dance on their dildos at all, allowing them to recover, being bruised from the relentless spikes after to many mishaps. Yet, they persevered, driven by a desire to uncover the secret the clarinet promised to reveal.
Dancing their way into the fourth circle, the clarinet stayed smooth under these long and very deep moves, while they pounded into each other and moaning wildly when their nether lips kissed with the Clarinet swallowed fully by them. Even after this song ended they found themselves in each other’s embrace, kissing deeply. A big wet spot ruined their bedsheets.
"Yelena, oh god, oh god," Mina gasped, drawing in air, breaking their kiss. Her Cap and capped Rings pulsed heavily with a life of their own.
"Cosmina," Lena whispered, drawing her close again and resuming the kiss.
One evening, after successfully completing "Abyss: The Sixth Circle of Hell," Lena’s phone buzzed again. They hesitated before reading the next notification:
"Prepare for ‘Abyss: The Seventh Circle of Hell.’ Duration: 3 hours."
Lena and Mina exchanged a horrified glance, the enormity of the challenge sinking in. Three hours of continuous play, with no room for error, no respite from the studs, and the spikes if they faltered.
"This is insane," Mina whispered, her voice trembling. "How can they expect us to do this?"
Lena shook her head, her expression grim. "It’s a test. They want to push us to our limits, see if we’ll break."
Mina sighed, her resolve wavering. "What if we can’t do it? What if the spikes…"
Lena placed a hand on Mina’s shoulder, her gaze steady. "We’ve come this far. We can’t give up now. Whatever this clarinet is leading us to, it has to be worth it, Cosmina."
They knew the road ahead would be grueling, the clarinet’s challenges more punishing than ever. But they also knew that their bond, forged through shared pain and determination, was stronger than any curse.
As they prepared for the next grueling session, the haunting lure of the clarinet echoed in their minds. The path was dark and fraught with suffering, but they would face it together, driven by the hope that the clarinet’s secret would one day bring them closer to redemption - or something even more profound.