Part 54
The Seventh Circle of Hell
One orgasm and weeks later, the air was thick with tension as Lena and Mina reached the final moments of the Seventh Circle of Hell. The clarinet danced between them, their breaths synchronized, moving in unison as one single organism. The three-hour marathon had pushed them to their limits, the spikes within the instrument pressing painfully reminding them to sync back up. Deepest pushes into their apices to keep the clarinet smooth. Yet, they persevered, driven by the hope of finally breaking free from the curse that bound them. Lena’s Cap of Despair seemed alive, more so, it felt angry when she reached her peak, seemingly fitting tighter, feeling warmer and trying to bite into her clitoris, as if the needles underneath were tiny fangs. Her orgasms were not free of pain. But it could also just be her imagination, combined with the rush of her delayed orgasm and her clit swelling towards the inner needle lining of the Cap.
The last haunting note of the piece echoed through the room, fading into silence. For a moment, they sat in stunned disbelief, their hands trembling, their bodies exhausted, drenched in sweat, the bedsheets a mess and wet. Then, a wave of relief and triumph washed over them. They had done it. They had conquered the Seventh Circle of Hell. It had taken them more than ten months to achieve this.
Lena turned to Mina, her eyes glistening with tears of joy. "We did it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Mina nodded, unable to speak, overwhelmed by the moment. They embraced, holding each other tightly, the weight of their shared burden lifting ever so slightly.
Later that evening, as they sat together, savoring their victory, a soft knock echoed through the quiet of Lena’s apartment. On the doorstep lay an ornate black envelope, its seal marked with the emblem of Abyss. Lena picked it up with trembling hands, her heart pounding in her chest.
They opened it together, the heavy paper crackling as Lena unfolded the letter within. The elegant script was unmistakable, the tone both congratulatory and foreboding:
"Congratulations, Lena and Mina.
You have achieved what few have dared to attempt. The Seventh Circle of Hell has been conquered, and with it, you have earned the right to challenge Evelyn. Your dedication and resilience have not gone unnoticed.
As a reward for your perseverance, we offer you the chance to break free from the curses that bind you - the Cap of Despair, and the Rings of Longing, and the chastity that they impose and which has shadowed your desires."
They exchanged an exasperated look. "Break their curse? Does this mean they can be taken off somehow?"
"Evelyn, however, has not yet completed her side of the task. Thus, the stakes of this duel will be set by us, the owners of Abyss.
Should you win, Lena, you will be freed from all curses and will ascend as the new hostess of Abyss. Both you and Mina will be released from your chastity, and your burdens will be lifted.
But know this: failure is not without consequence. Should you lose, you will be retired into the needle coffin, a position from which there is no return. Mina will remain bound by her curse, left to endure her chastity alone. Be informed that both positions, being the Hostess or the occupant of the Needle Coffin, are permanent positions in Abyss. As the Needle Coffin is shrouded in mystery, to aid you in taking your decision, be informed that it is a device of long-term confinement - a place where countless dull needles will press against the skin, never breaking it but creating a sensation of constant, maddening discomfort, and a sensor-controlled vibrator at the occupant’s clitoris, or in case of a capped occupant, inside her vagina instead. The Needle Coffin promises a retirement into unending and unrelenting pain and unfulfilled arousal in its tight embrace.
If you decide not to challenge Evelyn, the Caps of Despair and the Rings of Longing will continue to bind you for the duration of your lives.
Consider your choice carefully. You may respond to this offer at the following email address.
We await your decision.
The Owners of Abyss"
Lena and Mina sat in silence, the gravity of the letter settling over them like a heavy shroud. The stakes were clear - freedom or eternal torment. Victory meant liberation and a future free of the agonizing curses that had haunted them for so long. Failure meant unimaginable suffering, not just for Lena, but for Mina as well, splitting them up as a couple and leaving Mina alone in chastity.
"Yelena," Mina whispered, her voice trembling, "what do we do?"
Lena’s mind raced, weighing the risks and rewards. The thought of becoming the hostess of Abyss was a little daunting, but the promise of freedom was too great to ignore. She looked at Mina, seeing the fear and hope mirrored in her eyes.
"We have to try," Lena said firmly. "We’ve come this far. We can’t let the fear of failure stop us now. I can not keep a chance of freeing you from your chastity untaken."
Mina shook her head, eyes wide, her trust in Lena unwavering, a tear in her eye. "I’ll stand by you, no matter what. Don’t take the challenge. Not for me. Not for me. I take my chastity anytime over the possibility of loosing you into a coffin of horrors. Not for me. I just want to be with you, Yelena. That’s enough for me."
She continued, fearing Lena’s answer. "Do you want to become a mistress of pain? Clubbing in Abyss every weekend? Becoming Evelyn eventually? She grew bitter, and it will consume you as well, Yelena. And what if, what if she really is something else, like a vampire or succubus. Do you really want to fight her again at these stakes?"
"No, I don’t want it. Even if I despise her for what she did to us. She brought us together in love, even if that was never her intention. I’d only risk the duel to free you. I enjoy being your mistress, but I don’t want to push random people into pain for my or the owners pleasures."
"Love prevails over fear and pain, always. Sometimes it just takes time. And I enjoy being your pain kitten, even if I have to be chaste for life."
"It is time to let go of the past.", Lena said.
"Even if Evelyn was responsible to take away our orgasms, it did not destroy us. We cannot allow hate or a thirst for revenge let consume us. I forgive her. We break the circle.", Mina added.
"We break the circle of revenge."
"Love beats hate, always."
"It’s the polar opposite."
"No, the opposite of love is fear."
This night they loved each other in the nude again with no toys after a long time again, without the clarinet, just their bodies, fingers and mouths, carefully playing around the ever present caps. They loved each other for hours with no other resolution than being with each other. Orgasm was not the goal, not anymore.
The next day, with a deep breath, Lena sat down with her phone and composed their response. Her hands shook as she typed, the words carrying the weight of their shared determination:
"To the Owners of Abyss,
We have considered your offer and, after much reflection, have decided not to pursue the duel. The risks are too great, and we choose to remain bound by our curses. We are aware that our Caps and Rings will bind us for life, but we are happy to be bound together. We seek no retribution nor revenge on Evelyn.
However, we ask for one thing: to keep the clarinet. It has become a part of us, a symbol of our struggle and connection. And, if it is not asked too much, one pair of the Stilettos of the Languished Arches, as we would like to remember the atmosphere of Club Abyss on special occasions.
Thank you for the opportunity.
Lena & Mina"
She hit send, the message disappearing into the void. The decision was made, the path set. They would endure their curses, but they would do so together, finding solace in their shared bond and the music that had brought them closer.
In the days that followed, Lena and Mina continued their sessions, the clarinet now a source of comfort rather than torment. Each song they played was a reminder of their resilience, their love, and their choice to face the future together, no matter how uncertain it might be.
Though the path ahead remained fraught with challenges, they found strength in each other. Their curses were heavy, but their bond was unbreakable. And in that bond, they found the will to endure, to create beauty amidst the pain, and to embrace the chains that bound them.
A package was delivered the following week end. Inside a letter was sitting atop two pairs of high heels and two transparent latex catsuits covered in black nodules, and a small control box. They read the accompanying letter first.
"Lena and Mina,
You have made your choice.
The chastity imposed by the Cap of Despair and the Rings of Eternal Longing shall persist, unbroken and without end. No position within Abyss, neither as its hostess nor in any other embracing capacity, awaits you.
Do not come to Abyss. Evelyn would subject you to pain beyond reason and imagination if you enter. We cannot protect you there. Leave her in the dark about the challenge and your decision. We will invite you back, whenever she retires.
We acknowledge your request to retain the cursed clarinet. Your relentless use of the instrument, even after conquering the Seventh Circle, has not gone unnoticed. We understand the desire that Abyss has awakened within you, and we shall grant your request - but only within the spirit of Abyss.
Enclosed with this letter, you will find a control box, which links to the Clarinet as soon as it in close enough range. As you will soon discover, its spikes are fully extended, as its use has been restricted by us. The clarinet will remain unusable until you have danced for it.
To activate it, you must don the Crystal Penance Suits and the Glass Agony Heels provided. Despite the time passed we are sure you remember them well. We do remember them well and smile as dueling in this ensemble once completed your chastity. Once you press play on the control box, the outfits will lock onto you until the randomly selected Circle has played to completion. You will dance. If you endure to the end of the song, the clarinet will be available to you - but only for one single use. Should you desire to use it again, you will be required to dance anew. If any toy breaks or latex rips, a new set will be available to you. This is how it shall be from now on.
The Owners"
They exchanged looks, "What do you think? Is this good or bad? We have to dance in these outfits again.", Mina asked.
"Come on, you like the challenge of the heels", Lena answered.
"Yes, but not the Glass Agony Heels! This is the worst pair they have. It’s all needles, no spikes. And it’s so many needles, look at those nodules. Just looking at them again after all this time, I still feel the stings. These are the highest difficulty, and it may lock for three hours."
"We mastered high difficulties, didn’t we? But three hours, if that 7th track is chosen is just for us to suffer. A one in seven chance to receive only pain, three hours writhing and enduring on the floor."
"Still better and shorter than the Needle Frames. But with this added stipulation you will orgasm even less frequently, Yelena. A lot less."
"It may be, but that’s even more satisfaction than what you feel. Unless we can also get you beyond the edge eventually, Cosmina."
"I doubt it. I always have been very clitoral. But that is okay. I’m happy the way we are. I’m your pain kitten now," and added with a sly smile, "Mistress."
"Then we shall keep it that way."
They looked deep into each others eye. Mina asked, "Should we? You know?"
"Yes, let’s dance."