Tales of the Sex-League: Queen of the Hellfire Club After being crowned Queen of the State

Tales of the Sex-League: Queen of the Hellfire Club After being crowned Queen of the State’s Amateur Sex League after delivering a crushing defeat to her nearly crippled opponent, Heather had returned home to find an odd invitation for her waiting in her mailbox. The envelope and the letter it contained was of heavy stock, the words written in gold lettering and sealed with an odd and very old-fashioned coat-of-arms. Her lips moving along with the immaculately cursive script, Heather realized that she was being invited to become the club’s resident Sex-fighter and Initiator. The club was one of the oldest and easily the most powerful of the Sex-league and had some of the most powerful fighters under its banner. For her consent, she would not only receive the best training and representation she could hope for but they would fly her to New York, provide a free loft apartment for her use, the lease of a new BMW for her convenience, and a $5000 a week allowance on top of any winnings from her fights.Of course, she said yes.Over the next year Heather had fought and won multiple fights which added to her fame and stuffed her bank account. She had also met and fucked dozens of the club’s elite male membership, ultimately becoming a staple at their parties and functions. Her position within their ranks was only bolstered by her skill and eagerness to drain their balls dust-dry whenever asked. The men were uniformly well-mannered and well-hung, a prerequisite for membership in the club, and never treated her as less than a lady. She didn’t date since the brothers couldn’t be exposed to outsiders and what they might carry. Not that she needed to with all the sex she could possibly want readily available with some of the best and most gentlemanly lovers the prominent club might provide. However, Heather never attached herself to any one of them. Each being just like the rest, despite their manners and their drop-dead-gorgeous bodies.It was as she spread her legendary legs for what might have been her thousandth fuck during a membership ritual that everything changed.The man who approached was tall and blonde, his naked body built powerfully and sculpted as if it had been cast from marble with a master’s touch. He stepped up before her, a blindfold of heavy black silk in place. She watched his chest rise and fall as he took in the first scent of her already glistening-wet pussy. Heather watched as his cock began to magically rise until it stood proud and hard between her thighs, its slightly upturned tip leaking a small drop of delicious pre-cum. Heather found herself shuddering at the sight.The blonde’s sponsor began to recite the liturgy of the ritual as he was guided to her, his cock lifted to its eagerly waiting target by the gentle hands of two of the club’s naked but masked slave-girls.“Neophyte Pledge of Hellfire, stand ready. You have endured many trials and challenges in your quest to join our illustrious ranks. You have so far passed them all. You stand now on the precipice of brotherhood. Before you is your final test. Before you awaits the Demoness Styxia, the succubus that has claimed the virility and the lives of a hundred men before you. Feel the unholy heat of her gaping cunt, slick with the spent seed of her victims, men whose souls are lost forever. Fuck her with your mighty cock. Add your essence to that of those who have walked before you, sate her unholy lusts, and walk away as a true Man of the Brotherhood!”Heather lay back on a large padded table perfect for fucking. She was dressed in her best scarlet lingerie, along with matching heels, stockings, garter belt, and a demonic-looking but sexy-as-hell Venetian mask. Okay, so she wasn’t a ‘demoness’ and the ritual looked ridiculous to those not into it, but her pussy was already running with the cum of three hopefuls that could not get past the first few thrusts into her hot cock-crushing cunt. Looking up at this one, Heather found herself biting her bottom lip, hoping he would be made of sterner stuff.Normally one out of three pledges couldn’t complete the ritual. No matter what their reason, if they could not fuck her, make her moan, and bury their loads deep inside of her they were out of the Club right then and there. Watching the blonde’s rather massive cock approach, with a drop of pudding-thick precum drooling off the tip, she had a feeling this stud would not fail in his task.Stepping forward without hesitation he thrust powerfully into her drenched sex gripping her stockinged thighs in hands of iron. His slightly upturned tip stroked perfectly against her G-spot in a way she had never experienced before. Incredibly, after only the first few deep, slamming thrusts of his thick cock plunging into her, Heather already felt the first stirrings of orgasm building quickly inside her.Heather well knew that she was forbidden to speak during the ritual, but the sudden ferocity of his assault on her pussy’s well-guarded secrets, was bringing her quickly to a mind-twisting orgasm which was exploding inside of her. She felt it tear though her clit, straight up her arching spine, until her brain flashed in a white hot burst of pure ecstasy.“Oh Fuck!… Fuuuuuck!… Fuuuuck meeeeeeee!… Oh, fucking…. Shiiiiiitt!!… give it to…meeeee…. Auuuuuughhh!!!”Heather exploded, her body shaking and blinded as her eyes were fucked steadily into the back of her skull. His cock was buried deep inside her and she could feel his cum-heavy balls grinding into her pussy-lips, smacking her asshole with thrust after thrust. She screamed and wrapped her arms and legs around him, squeezing his shaft with all the strength her cunt possessed. The chapter officers were standing about them with their mouths agape. They had known Heather fuck and destroy the best that the League had to offer and had never seen anything like this response from her before. The blonde pushed deep inside the scarlet-clad demoness and blasted his load. He had passed the ritual and caused Heather to begin squirting hot juices along his cock and stomach, and the table she lay upon. Yet even though the man had finished she refused to surrender his body. She continued to grind her pelvis against his hoping for another incredible orgasm. Neither could the assembled crowd drag him from between her thighs, for he was not yet done either, fucking two more heavy loads of seed into the depths of her pussy before they both fell limply into each other’s arms in complete exhaustion.After a few minutes, the officers peeled Heather’s limbs from his sweat-soaked body and brought the final pledge forward for indoctrination. The man they brought in next had no chance of completing his ritual after what he had heard from behind his own blindfold while awaiting his turn. His inability to last even a few minutes in her still-hungry cunt much less sustain a proper erection sent him away into the cold night, forever to live with his failure as a man.A few hours later the new brothers joined with the rest of the members and a few alumni for the traditional Formal after all of the initiations were seen to. All the men were dressed in stylish tuxedos and all of their women in incredible evening gowns. A small jazz band played slow romantic music as many couples danced together in the soft mood lighting of the main hall.Heather had never bothered attended the Formal before. In prior years she had chosen to spend the evening relaxing in hot, soothing tub just as other women who had been called on to play ‘Demoness’ for the club. After spending several hours balancing on that table and taking cock after cock along with their rich and plentiful semen, she was normally exhausted and looking forward to being home buried in pillows. Tonight, however, she was on a mission, she had to find him. She was not going to let such a treasure escape her.Heather strode into the gathering like a queen entering her court. Her bright blue gown perfectly matching her fiery eyes. Several of the women, courtesans and wives of the Brothers, knew who she was and what her place in the Club entailed. These women maneuvered their men away from her defensively as she searched the crowded ballroom for her quarry. After several minutes she located him in a far corner with a tall redheaded girl by his side. Heather smirked, making light of her competition, and started towards them. A strong hand gripped her arm before she got halfway across the room.“His name is Christian Church. He is the heir of an ancient and wealthy family. One of the founding families of the Club. The girl is his fiancé, again of an ancient family. Please, Heather, do not cause a scene.”Heather paused for a moment as the chapter president whispered the delicious information covertly into her ear. With blue eyes of burning ice, she shot him a glare which would have turned many ordinary men to stone.The old man just sighed, forgoing any attempts at reason. He had been around far too long and seen far too many feuds and scandals to think for a moment he could stop her. As always he would watch events unfold and see how many ways he could twist the fallout into a gain in the Club’s power… as well as his own.“Alright then. Just please not too much of a scene… I was so hoping for a pleasant night.”Heather smiled at stately old gentleman. She stood on her tiptoes and lightly kissed his cheek, nearly giggling as his mustache tickled her earadds. Her eyes started to moisten slightly as she thought of what words to say…“Thank you, Andrew dear. You saw what happened today. You know me. I am not letting this one get away. He is going to be mine. If you need me to formally tender my resignation, I can be out of the loft…”“Please, Heather.” He replied, rolling his eyes in defeat, “Go get him. And good luck, sweetheart.”Heather smiled at him softly, then turned towards her objective and never looked back… -- source link

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