House Slut - S01 E90

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House Slut - S01 E90

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 90

Halloween!

Tegan Visits The Inferno In The Special Halloween Event.

Arriving at the party on Sam’s arm Tegan scanned the room with some anxiety. She wasn’t entirely sure what she had agreed to when Sam invited her, but she knew he wouldn’t have done so were it not going to be sexually adventurous. All she had been told was that she would be visiting the “nine circles of hell” and he’d provided her with a costume that seemed to follow an angelic theme – she wore a skimpy white wraparound dress and matching sandals, a set of costume backpiece with wings and a glittery halo, and a delicate white mask with a lacy pattern that barely covered any of her face – it simply sat over her eyes between her eyebrows and cheekbones. She supposed it was more of a symbolic mask than anything else. It made her feel naked, though that was likely contributed to by Sam’s insistence that under her dress she was devoid of any underwear.

Scanning the room, she observed – confirming her suspicions – that all the males wore devil-themed attire. Many just wore an assortment of red clothing, or even accessorised black suits with red pocket squares or ties, though Tegan saw a couple of entirely red suits. Others had committed a little more and wore haphazard loincloths that made them look more like barbarian warriors. She supposed hell was less clear on its dress code than heaven. Sam had kept his attire relatively simple, a black t-shirt and chinos with a red blazer and plastic devil horns. There were other women dotted around the room dressed similarly to Tegan but they were definitely outnumbered by the men at a ratio of about or five to one – the room was so large numbers were hard to judge at a glance but Tegan estimated there were half a dozen “angels” in total. There was no questioning why that was. As they approached the open bar Sam ordered two neat bourbons and handed one of the glasses to Tegan.

“Who are these people?” Tegan asked as she took a sip.

“A loose collection of acquaintances. I don’t really know most of these people.” Sam said disinterestedly.

“And the women? Are they… working girls?” Tegan euphemised.

“No. That’s the main rule.” Sam threw back his drink and ordered another. “The entrance fee is sacrifice. You have to bring someone. A partner or good friend. Someone they actually know, who’s important to them. You can’t just buy your way in.”

“The numbers here aren’t exactly balanced.” Tegan observed.

“As I understand it, any man here has either brought a sacrifice, or done so at a previous event.” Sam clarified. “By sacrificing you I get to participate and earn my place at future events.”

“Sounds like some crazy sex cult.” Tegan said wryly. “You have some weird connections, Sam.”

“I guess I do.” He chuckled.

“Just so we’re clear, me being here as your sacrifice means…”

“That you’re probably going to get your brains fucked out.” Sam said, glancing sideways at her as his second drink arrived. “If you want.”

“And if I don’t want?”

“Firstly I assume if you didn’t you wouldn’t have been curious enough to come.” Sam took a sip. “Secondly, that’s why there’s circles. Just being in the door is the first circle: Limbo. We mingle, talk, have a drink. That’s all there is to it. And if that’s all you want out of tonight, we leave.”

“What’s the second circle?”

“Well in Dante’s Inferno, which I assume the party is loosely modelled on, it’s Lust.”

“Sounds like the party peaks early if that’s the case.”

“As I understand it, Lust is purely about removing inhibitions. Getting naked, getting friendly. The sex doesn’t come until later. Anyone who doesn’t want to move onto that phase of the party can stay, have a few drinks, go home.”

“So each circle is basically another level of depravity, with people choosing when they want to quit.”

“Right.”

“So what happens if I made it to the ninth circle? Is there a prize?” Tegan asked jokingly as she took another sip of her drink.

“Well for me it means I’ve earned my way into the ninth circle for future events.”

“Again, that sounds really culty.” Tegan sipped her whiskey. “And for me?”

“Women, as you can see, are the commodity here and always welcome – though I assume every woman here is serving as a sacrifice for one of the men. Some might be repeat guests who can’t get enough, or want to go further than they did on a prior visit. Others, most of them, will be first timers.”

“So basically your fate is linked to how far I’m willing to go.”

“Bingo.”

“Now that’s my kind of fun.” Tegan teased before contemplatively swirling her glass and finishing her whiskey. “It seems like all this – the venue, the drinks – is expensive. Who’s paying the bills?”

“I never asked. I assume the party is sponsored by some rich perverts who get a kick out of it.” Sam shrugged. Tegan set her glass down on the bar then shook her head politely when the bartender gestured to enquire if she wanted another.

“So should we be mingling?”

“Sure, let’s.”



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