By S.G. Liminal
Ch. 03 - The Gathering (Part 1)
Sylla slept late, drifting in and out of dreams through the lazy Saturday morning. When she finally allowed herself to wake up enough to roll over and glance at her bedside clock, she found that she had slept past noon. Sylla stretched like a cat, her lithe body tangled in the covers, and yawned deeply. She was incredibly horny. Sylla was always horny when she first awoke, but much more so this morning than usual.
Then the memories of the previous night washed over her. The Club. Her dominating victory over Annie. Her subsequent abuse of Anika. Slowly, her mind began to sort reality from dreams and she grinned to herself. No wonder she was so horny. The greater her victory, the more she craved another one. She reached between her smooth, muscular legs and rubbed herself, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Her cell phone chimed quietly on the bedside table, alerting Sylla of an incoming text message, and she reluctantly reached for the phone with her free hand as she slipped a finger inside her already wet pussy. The display showed a message had arrived from an unknown number. Sylla nearly tossed the phone aside so she could get back to her morning ritual, but curiosity got the better of her. She swiped open the phone with a thumb and read the message:
Check your mail! <3 - Annie
Intrigued, Sylla climbed out of bed and wrapped a black silk robe around her naked body. She re-read the message several times while walking the short distance to the kitchen, each reading eliciting a different reaction. What was Annie playing at? Sylla started a pot of coffee and decided to withhold judgement until she had checked her e-mail and consumed some caffeine. She smirked immodestly as she saved the number into her contact list as: '#34 - Annie.'
Armed with a colossal mug of steaming life-force, Sylla settled into her massive, cushy office chair and opened her email. That she had never given Annie her phone number or email address, she took in stride. The Club seemed to have resources and connections in excess. She scanned her unread emails until she saw one from 'The Club' with the subject line: 'Welcome, Mistress Sylla.'
The email contained only a web link, which Sylla clicked, and an accompanying username and password. The Club's website was completely blank except for a login prompt. Sylla felt a knot of excitement form in her belly as she cut-and-paste the entries from the email and entered The Club's virtual counterpart.
Sylla browsed the content. There were links for Member rankings and biographies, discussion forums, a calendar of events, private messages, and an interface for making and accepting challenges. She clicked the blinking messages icon in the top right corner and discovered that she had received no less than seven private messages.
The first was from Annie, naturally. She saved that one for last. Michelle, #30, bid her welcome to The Club, 'from one new girl to another'. Liana, #28, hoped they would get together soon and couldn't wait to see her again. Perhaps they could get together at the Gathering tonight, Liana suggested. Sylla wondered who Liana could be that she wanted to see Sylla again. She concluded that Liana must have been one of the two women she had walked past when she first entered The Club.
Belle, #27, also hoped to see Sylla at the Gathering. Linda, #24, congratulated Sylla on the 'most delicious first-time performance' she had ever seen. Sylla flushed with pride and speculated about how many of the members had already seen the video and were thinking about her. Claire, #11, welcomed Sylla to The Club on behalf of The Cabal. Sylla made a mental note to ask Annie about the Cabal. #18, who identified herself as Snake, told Sylla that she had great potential and lots of the Members would be looking out for her.
For the first time in her life, Sylla felt as though she had found a group to which she truly belonged. She felt a natural kinship, a bond, to these women who shared a philosophy that was unique and dear to her. Yet, at the same time, she was driven to rise through their ranks until she stood at the very top, looking down at the rest of them. She sipped her coffee thoughtfully as she pondered whether she should climb to the top as fast as she could, or systematically defeat every single member in order so that there would be no doubt that she was the very best.
Finally, she read Annie's message, which suggested they go together to the Gathering that evening so that she could show Sylla the ropes and introduce her around. Annie clearly had no hard feelings about being not only defeated during their challenge, but dominated, taunted, and ultimately humiliated. The message was filled with emoted winks and signed with Xs and Os. Sylla sighed and rolled her eyes. Annie was cute, and had a hell of a tongue, but she didn't need a puppy dog following her around The Club. She'd have to put Annie in her place before it got out of hand.
Sylla could only assume that a Gathering was some kind of group orgy. That was interesting, but she was really craving the kind of satisfaction she could only get from a man. Or men, she thought mischievously. Perhaps the Gathering would have some of the 'angels' Annie had mentioned. Her mind made up, she fired off a quick reply, telling Annie to pick her up in time to arrive a bit early for the gathering.
That accomplished, Sylla settled back to explore the site and decide upon a plan for advancing. First she checked the calendar link, which showed the Gathering scheduled for 9 PM that evening. There would be a live challenge during the Gathering, she learned, between Michelle (#30) and Kara (#29). Michelle had been one of the Members who had sent a welcome message, so Sylla wrote a private message to her, wishing Michelle luck and promising to cheer her on. She signed it, 'Sylla - The New Girl.'
On the challenges page, Sylla discovered that she was currently allowed to challenge any member between ranks 32 and 29. She clicked over to the rankings page and selected #32, Brandy. Brandy was also fairly new to the group, having only joined a few months previously. Her bio picture showed a thin, relatively plain-featured, intellectual-looking woman with shoulder-length brown hair. In the picture, clearly taken at The Club, Brandy was holding a glass of amber liquid in a large snifter, presumably brandy, and smiling at the camera with a knowing, puckish glint in her eye.
Sylla scanned the page until she found a link to issue a direct challenge, but was disappointed to be informed that Brandy was not currently accepting challenges. Reading further, she found that Brandy had recently suffered a loss to Liana (#28). Sylla admired her for challenging as high up the ladder as she was allowed and made a mental note to watch the video of their contest, which was available along with Brandy's other matches, a defeat by Michelle and a victory over Annie in her initial challenge.
With Michelle and Kara scheduled for a challenge that evening, only Amy (#31) remained as a potential candidate for moving up the ranks. Sylla found her bio page and studied the woman's picture. Amy had a round, serious face and long, brown hair, falling past her waist. Black-rimmed eyeglasses framed her small eyes and gave her a rather severe and imposing visage. She was dressed all in black flowing silk. The neckline plunged low, revealing almost impossibly large breasts. She looks like a cross between my 3rd grade math teacher and a halloween witch, Sylla mused.
Sylla issued the challenge, confident that Amy would pose no serious challenges for her. If I don't get swallowed by her cleavage, that is.
Business concluded, Sylla selected the video of Amy's first challenge, against Kara, who had been ranked #30 at the time. Sylla settled back in her chair and began to slowly rub her clit as she studied every nuance of Amy's abilities.
* * *
The doorbell rang just as Sylla was dipping an experimental toe into the fragrant, steaming bath. With a hiss of annoyance, she wrapped a towel about herself and stamped to the door. Through the peephole, she spied Annie, wearing an expression of barely contained ebullience and an elegant dress which seemed extremely out of character on the young woman. Closing her eyes and taking a calming breath, she pulled the door slowly open and spoke deliberately, "You weren't supposed to pick me up for another hour and a half, Annie. What are you doing here?"
Annie bounced through the doorway and slipped her hands around Sylla's waist. "Hey, lover," she breathed into Sylla's ear. "I thought maybe we could have a little warm-up session before the Gathering. Were you about to take a shower? I can help," she added with a wink.
"Annie," Sylla began, with a warning edge in her voice, but she was interrupted by Annie's lips pressing against her own. Annie's hands slipped down to cup Sylla's ass and her tongue forced its way into Sylla's mouth. For a moment, Sylla was tempted. She felt very much on her game today and was eager to get started on the night's experiences. Furthermore, Annie was quite talented. But she had already made her decision on this particular point.
Sylla pushed Annie firmly away, a bit harder than she had meant to, and the girl took an awkward step backwards, bumping into the door frame and emitting a squeak of surprise and hurt. "Listen, Annie," Sylla said firmly, pointing a finger at the girl's chest. "I'm not your fucking girlfriend. You don't get to swing by for casual sex. I agreed to go to the Gathering with you and let you show me around, but that's all I agreed to."
Annie's mouth fell open but she made no sound. Her eyes instantly grew watery and her lower lip trembled slightly. She bites that lip when she's turned on, Sylla remembered. Sighing, Sylla took Annie by the arm and pulled her into the apartment, swinging the door shut. "Look, Annie. I'm not trying to be cruel. I like you. I do. You're fun to play with. Even if you're fucking annoying at times. But I have boundaries and you need to respect them." Annie nodded and sniffled.
"Grab some couch. Watch some TV. I'm going to take my time getting ready and then we'll head to The Club, alright?" Annie nodded and fled to the couch where she curled up into the far corner and kept her eyes cast to the floor.
Sylla turned and walked away, allowing her towel to fall away from her naked body just before she turned the corner into the bathroom. Well, maybe a little cruel, she admitted to herself.
As promised, Sylla took her sweet time getting ready. She lounged in the tub for nearly an hour, trying to relax and more or less succeeding in keeping her hands off of herself. She wanted to save every ounce of sexual energy for the Gathering. And she was absolutely brimming with sexual energy tonight. Perhaps it was from spending all morning on The Club's website, watching videos and masturbating, but Sylla felt as charged as she ever had in her life. She was ready for anything.
Annie, not surprisingly, had made a full recovery by the time Sylla emerged from her bedroom wearing an ankle-length black gown, high heels, and a silver necklace with a large, brilliant emerald danging between her breasts. She spun around from examining Sylla's CD collection to gape at Sylla. "Oh my God," she gasped. "You look incredible!" With a visible effort, she restrained herself from rushing at Sylla.
Smiling, Sylla approached and kissed Annie on the cheek. "Thank you, Annie. Now let's get going, shall we?"
They chatted companionably all the way to The Club. Annie drove a small, fast convertible with a complete disregard for any traffic laws. "I'm good at getting out of tickets," she said with a wicked grin as she blew through a red light. Annie provided a nonstop flow of information about the other Members and what Sylla could expect at the Gathering, but Sylla tuned her out to a large degree. There was nothing that Sylla wasn't prepared for, especially tonight, and she preferred to experience it all for herself. Annie turned into the underground parking lot of the movie theater adjacent to The Club and used a magnetic card to access an otherwise unreachable section of the garage. "Much more convenient," Annie remarked. "I'll get you a card, too."
They entered The Club through another unmarked door in a blank wall of the garage, and made their way down a long, gently descending hallway flanked by an endless series of doors. Annie, ever the dutiful tour guide, pointed out where each door led. Sylla stopped paying attention after the first dozen or so. The Club was, apparently, ridiculously large and offered every imaginable amenity, including a gym, swimming pool, restaurant, and spa. Where's the petting zoo? she wondered.
The hallway eventually emptied into a room so cavernous, Sylla swayed with vertigo. It was more of a small stadium than anything that could be reasonably referred to as a room. In the center was something akin to a circular stage, perhaps twenty feet across and deeply cushioned. The stadium radiated outwards in four concentric tiers. "This is where we have our Gatherings!" Annie exclaimed happily, pulling Sylla towards the center stage by the arm. "We have to stay down here on the lowest tier unless a higher ranked Member invites us up to their level," she explained. "Any of the Angels on this level are ours to do with as we please," she added happily, casually stroking one of the myriad naked men stationed all over the room as they walked past.
"These are all...angels?" Sylla asked staring about in awe. Annie nodded, biting her lip. "And they are all as skilled as Samael?"
Annie frowned slightly and scanned the room. "Not quite. I think Samael is ready for the next tier. But these are all fairly close," she answered. "I don't see him, do you?"
Sylla glanced about and shook her head. Looking back at Annie, she noticed a look of concern on the girl's face. "Wait a second," she chuckled. "You don't have a crush on Samael?"
Annie turned a pretty shade of pink and shrugged. When Sylla laughed, she explained, "We've been seeing each other kinda seriously for a while. I talked to him after you and him..." Annie trailed off momentarily. "He was really upset, and since then he hasn't returned any of my calls or emails. I went by his place this morning, but he didn't answer the door. I guess I'm a little worried."
"I didn't hurt anything but his pride," Sylla assured her. "He'll be fine."
Annie nodded gratefully and instantly regained her cheerfulness. "Let's get a couch by the stage," Annie suggested, dragging Sylla to a comfortable piece of furniture adjacent to the stage. As she inspected the couch, Sylla discovered built-in handcuffs hidden deep between the cushions. Annie grinned and pulled open a drawer on a nearby table, revealing an assortment of sex toys. "The batteries are always fresh," she said, grinning.
Sylla settled in and made a slow study of the room. There were at least 30 angels on the bottom tier. Each one was fit, attractive, and generously endowed. Sylla noted a few who interested her particularly. Her sexual energy was building to a level she had never experienced before. She felt like she could take on every man and woman in the Club tonight.
There were a number of women already seated around the lowest tier, some alone, some in groups. "That's Belle," Annie nodded towards a waifish blonde. "She's ranked 27th. She hasn't been able to crack the next tier, but she really excels at Gatherings." Belle had chosen three angels for herself and was already engaged in some rather heavy foreplay. "We could maybe join her," Annie added with a wink. "If you want."
A tall, athletic black woman was chatting on a nearby couch with the blonde woman that had been bartending the previous evening when Sylla first walked into the Club. Annie identified them as Lydia (#26) and Liana (#28). Liana dropped a wink at Sylla when she noticed her looking their way.
Sylla recognized Amy, to whom she had issued a challenge, sitting alone in the far corner of the lowest tier and overtly looking away from them. Sylla pointed her out to Annie. "I challenged Amy this morning. What do you know about her?"
Annie straightened and looked aghast at Sylla. "You already issued a challenge?" she exclaimed. "Did you ask Claire's permission first?" Sylla gave her a quizzical look. Annie groaned theatrically and shook her head. "You should have asked me before you did that. Amy is a member of the Cabal!"
Sylla rolled her eyes. "Ah, right. The Cabal. I meant to ask you about that. What's the story?"
"Claire is ranked 11th in The Club, "Annie began dramatically. "She's the leader of the Cabal. She's a practicing witch. And she's created a formidable team of Members who do anything she says. Amy is one of them. Claire manages all of their challenges. You should have asked her permission." When Sylla just laughed, Annie told her, "Be careful, Sylla. Claire is dangerous. The members who follow her are just hanging on her coattails, but she's spooky. And powerful. Everyone thinks that she is going to try to dethrone Donna with the Cabal."
Sylla gazed at Amy with a skeptical eye for a few long moments then continued her survey of The Gathering.
The next three tiers were considerably smaller than the central level. According to Annie, they were exclusive to Members ranked 21st to 25th, 16th to 20th, and 11th to 15th moving upwards. And their guests. Sylla spotted perhaps 15 angels on each of those tiers. How could they be that much better than the angels on this level? Sylla wondered. She had never encountered a man close to Samael's ability. The mere thought had her squirming. I am going to do some damage tonight.
The fifth and final tier was larger, encircling the entirety of the arena, but was entirely shrouded in shadow. Sylla squinted, but could not make out any details. "So what happens now?" she asked Annie.
"The Gathering begins when Donna walks in." Annie hesitated. "I didn't want to say anything, but there's a good chance she'll pick you tonight. She almost always picks new Members at their first Gathering. She might pick me, too, because we're together," Annie added hopefully. "Then, each member in attendance, in order of ranking, will choose their companions for the Gathering.
On cue, the lights dimmed and a quiet murmur pervaded the arena. Sylla followed Annie's gaze to a small group of women entering the room from the same hallway Sylla and Annie had come through. The group were led by the most exotic, exciting woman Sylla had ever seen in her life. Donna's olive skin seemed to glow with vitality. Her long, dark hair fell elegantly over her shoulders. She was dressed in strange, foreign garments from another time and place. For an instant, Donna's eyes traveled over Sylla, and her body shuddered unexpectedly. Did I just cum? she wondered distractedly. Sylla realized that she and Annie had drawn close together, their hands desperately roaming over each other's body.
Donna's gaze passed and the spell was broken. Sylla disengaged herself from Annie who let out a soft, forlorn sigh.
A throaty female voice echoed through the arena, speaking over the music in a precise British accent. "Welcome, Members. The Gathering has begun."
Annie squealed in delight and kissed Sylla's neck. "She's coming this way!" she exclaimed.
Every eye was on Donna as she made her way slowly across the bottom tier. Sylla waited breathlessly for Donna to turn and face her, but Donna walked slowly past their couch without making eye contact. A hint of lavender, honeysuckle, and rose petals trailed in her wake. Sylla sat stunned for several seconds. Several of the women following Donna glanced over their shoulder at her. Sylla took a deep, calming breath. "Guess she's afraid of losing her ranking," Sylla said to Annie with a wink, trying to hide her disappointment. Annie smiled wistfully and watched the women as they began to ascend the steps to the upper levels.
The disembodied British voice continued, "Donna has chosen Melissa (#2), Debra (#3), Candace (#5), and Gina (#10)." Annie supplied the rankings, whispering in Sylla's ear while rubbing up against her. The group had disappeared into the shadows of the uppermost level before Sylla realized that she had never even looked at any of them but Donna.
"Barbie would be next," Annie said. "But she's at a conference in Geneva. She's some kind of...theoretical mathematician. I know, I know," she continued, as Sylla shook her head in disbelief. "She's every nerd's wet dream. She's a black belt in, like, everything. She's Einstein-smart. She's the fourth best in The Club. And she's named Barbie." They laughed together.
"Candace comes after Barbie, but she's with Donna," Annie continued. "She was the one that looks like a naughty librarian."
Sylla shook her head. "I didn't exactly...notice anyone other than Donna," she admitted.
Annie giggled. "Yeah, Donna has that effect. Candace is another special case. We call her the Watcher. Or the Voyeur. You'll almost never see her taking part in any of the sex, but she's always watching. She's very odd. Almost like an autistic, maybe? I guess savant is the right word. Either way, don't ask her about it unless you want a 12-part lecture series on the subject."
A few moments later, a solitary woman walked down the steps from the top tier. Her long black hair obscured her eyes, but she wore a wolfish smile. She was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, atypical among the women Sylla had seen so far. Her clothing masked everything about her body. She walked right up to the couch and fixed her predatory stare on Annie. "Hello, Annie. Hello, Sylla. Seen Samael around?" She didn't wait for an answer, but reached out and grabbed the nearest angel, who paled instantly. "No? Oh, well. Have a fun night." She spun around and walked away without looking back dragging her chosen angel behind her. The angel looked about frantically, an emotion not unlike fear written across his face.
"What was that about?" Sylla asked.
"I don't know," Annie whispered, visibly shaken. "That's Nikki. She's ranked 6th."
"That angel she grabbed looks terrified."
Annie nodded. "Nikki is sort of legendary for her...oral abilities. It's agreed that she is second only to Donna with her mouth. That poor man is in for one hell of a night if she's taking him alone."
"Nikki has chosen a Ruler," the British voice announced as Nikki and her angel disappeared into the shadows.
"I'll be taking Lily (#8) and Carla (#9) for my own amusement this evening," the voice continued. "Feel free to start without me, ladies."
"That's Lana who does the announcing at Gatherings," Annie explained to Sylla. "She's 7th and still moving up. It's said that her defeat of Lily was nothing short of epic. It was Lily's first loss in the Club."
From the second highest tier arrived an intoxicatingly attractive woman wrapped in layers of translucent silks. As she descended the steps to the bottom tier, a number of Members fell into step behind her. When she reached the lowest tier, Amy stepped into line behind her. The woman walked straight towards Sylla.
Claire glared down at her. "You were foolish to challenge us. Ignorance is no excuse. And you will pay for your temerity." She spun on her heel and walked away. "We accept your challenge," she announced as she strode towards the stairs. Her followers trailed after her, some glaring icily at Sylla, others acknowledging her with a noncommittal nod. Amy remained, staring at Sylla for a long moment before turning away with a mysterious smile on her face.
"That's not good," Annie whispered as soon as they were out of earshot. "You need to apologize and see if you can undo some of the damage."
Sylla shook her head. "Don't worry about me. I can handle anything they throw my way. I watched Amy's videos. I can handle her easily."
"She's changed since she joined the Cabal," Annie insisted. "She's more powerful now, more confident. Claire uses rituals to make them all better. Don't underestimate her!"
Sylla added 'gullible' to her mental list of Annie's less flattering personality traits and waved her hand dismissively. "We'll see," she said.
The choosing continued. The only other absentee was Tamika, who, Annie explained, liked to come in late and crash other Member's parties. None of the other higher ranked Members descended to the lowest tier, instead choosing Members and angels from the higher levels.
Lydia and Liana intercepted Brandy (#32) as she walked into the arena and the three of them selected an angel each.
When Belle's name was called, Sylla looked over to see a single pale hand raise and wave casually from amidst a writhing mass of limbs. "Belle has chosen not to wait her turn and is already busily servicing a horde of Rulers," Lana announced dryly.
"I guess that just leaves you and me," Annie murmured seductively, stretching out on to her back and biting her lower lip. "Who you gonna choose?" she asked impishly.
Sylla favored Annie with a steamy look and climbed on top of her, running her lips lightly over the girl's neck as Annie writhed and murmured beneath her. With patient and deliberate care, Sylla manipulated Annie's arms until they were stretched over her head. She slithered higher up Annie's body, dangling her breasts tauntingly over the girl's mouth. "Let me get you out of that dress," Annie begged.
Ignoring Annie, Sylla reached between the cushions and pulled out one end of the handcuffs, slipping it around Annie's thin wrist and clicking it shut. "Oooh, kinky!" Annie purred. "But maybe you should let me restrain you this time. Let me show you what I'm capable of..." Sylla secured Annie's other wrist and climbed off her body, looking around. "Hey, where you going? Gonna get us some angels? Great idea!" Annie called up to her.
Sylla motioned a pair of nearby angels to join her. She studied them for a moment. They'll do, she thought. "You," she began, addressing the angel with the larger erection. "Do you know who I am?"
The angel bowed his head and replied, "Yes, Mistress Sylla. How may I serve you?"
"Do you know my rank?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress Sylla. You are ranked 33rd, having defeated Mistress Annie last night," the angel replied.
"That's right. And if I understand correctly, you have to do anything I say and Annie can't overrule it?
The angel nodded gravely. "Only a higher ranked Member can overrule your orders."
"Come on, Sylla, hurry up. I want you!" Annie whined from behind her.
"Perfect. What's your name?" Before the angel could answer, Sylla interrupted him. "It doesn't matter. Your name is 'Top'," Sylla said. "I want you to put your cock in Annie's mouth and shut her up." The angel instantly moved to comply. "Keep her quiet and don't be gentle about it," she added.
"Hey, what are you--" Annie began before the angel grabbed her by the hair and forced his cock deep into her throat. Annie's instincts took over and she began to suck lustily as she stared at Sylla and made muffled sounds of consternation.
"Much better," Sylla announced, turning to the second angel and smiling sweetly. "You're Bottom. Your job is to ravish the rest of her body. How long can you two handle her?"
Top answered while Bottom moved himself between Annie's legs and hiked her dress up. "We can handle her as long as you want, Mistress Sylla." Sylla folded her arms and gave him a dubious look.
"Handcuffed like this, maybe an hour if we trade off," Bottom offered in a quiet voice as he slid his cock inside of Annie, who screamed loudly in pleasure. Top quickly forced his large cock back into her mouth and flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry, Mistress Sylla," he muttered.
"Keep her busy until I come back and tell you otherwise," Sylla ordered. "If you need help, get another angel. Or two. Just make sure there is a dick in her mouth at all times."
Sylla smoothed her dress and looked around the room, scanning for the angels who had caught her eye earlier.
"Betrayal!" Lana gleefully announced over the speakers. "Cheeky! Our newest member has abandoned Annie to two, no, three ravenous Rulers. Who will be her next victim?"
Sylla could feel every eye in the Gathering upon her. She felt electrified. And powerful. Never had she felt so alive and formidable. She unzipped her dress and allowed it to fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked. She revolved slowly, encouraging every man and woman in the arena to drink in her body.
* * *
An unquenchable sexual hunger seized Sylla. She needed a man inside of her that very instant. She leapt at the nearest angel and pushed him backwards onto a couch. In a heartbeat, she was on him. Her tongue was in his mouth, her hard nipples pressed against his chest, and she lowered her hungry, wet pussy onto his hard cock. The angel's hands instinctively grasped her sides as she began to ride him.
Sylla rode him furiously, pouring her limitless passion and energy into every motion. The man clenched his eyes shut and took a deep, shuddering breath and attempted to gain control of himself, but it was no use. She could already feel his orgasm threatening to explode inside of her. Goddamn, I'm good, she thought to herself as she climbed off of him. With a cry, the angel came, bucking his hips into empty air. "Unworthy," Sylla commented as she walked away already looking for her next victim.
The room was dead silent. All attention was focused upon her. I'll give them a show they'll never forget.
Her eyes fell on one of the angels she had spotted earlier. He was at least a foot taller than her with a shock of carefully unkempt black hair nearly concealing his penetrating green eyes. He was extremely thin, but wiry. He had the sort of abs that you only saw on billboards. His cock was long and thin, standing straight out from his body. He was staring back at her steamily. She motioned for him to approach and he quickly closed the distance. "How may I serve you, Mistress Sylla?" he asked eagerly.
"I don't know," Sylla replied with a challenging glint in her eye. "Give me your best shot."
The angel backed her up to the edge of an empty couch and pushed her firmly, but gently onto her back. Sylla writhed sensuously, looking up at him. "What's it going to be, Beanpole? You gonna slide that long, hard cock inside of me?" Beanpole's hands were shaking as he bent over and spread Sylla's knees apart. "Mmmm, a little foreplay?" she teased. "Think that will help you last longer than my previous victim?"
The angel's eyes narrowed slightly as he knelt between her legs. Sylla closed her eyes and stretched her arms above her head as she draped her legs over Beanpole's back. She wanted her audience to get a good look at her body.
Pleasure flowed through her as the tip of the angel's tongue touched her clit. She twined her fingers through the man's hair and inhaled deeply. Opening her eyes a sliver, Sylla peeked down the length of her body to find the angel staring straight back at her. With a flash of defiance in his eyes, he began to slowly slide his tongue inside of her. Sylla moaned encouragingly. "Yes, baby, just like that."
He slid his tongue deeper and deeper inside of her, until she gasped and opened her eyes wide in shock. This man's tongue was a rival for most cocks she had ever had inside of her. It wasn't just how long it was, and it was incredibly long, but also strong, firm, and so hot and wet. Sylla moaned louder and began to writhe her hips against his mouth. Not Beanpole, she thought to herself as he began to thrust his tongue in and out of her, Gene Simmons is a better name.
Gaining confidence, the angel gripped her thighs tightly with his long fingers and began to furiously fuck her pussy with his tongue. Sylla screamed in pleasure. "Fuck me with your tongue," she commanded. "Make me cum."
Gene obliged, closing his eyes in concentration, and thrusting his tongue in and out of Sylla's dripping cunt until her words of encouragement became unintelligible moans of ecstasy. She came incredibly hard, her body shaking with the power of her orgasm. Now that is more like it, she thought.
The angel looked up at her, with a smug grin on his face, but it evaporated when he saw the look in her eyes. "Not a bad start, Mr. Simmons," she told him airily. "But you haven't even begun to satisfy me." She rolled over onto her stomach and curled her knees up beneath her, raising herself up on all fours. "Let's see what you can do with that cock of yours."
He was inside of her in an instant. His cock was long, even longer than Samael's had been, but it was rather skinny and she felt distinctly unsatisfied even as he grabbed her shoulders and began to slam his hips against her ass.
Sylla looked about the room. A small crowd of angels had gathered around the couch to watch and offer themselves as her next partner. She studied them each in turn. She made contact with the ones who interested her, telling them with her eyes that they had made the cut and that anything would go when it was their turn. Show me what you're made of, she willed them. Prove to me that you're worthy of my reward.
Her first selection looked like a professional fighter. His heavily muscled arms were covered in intricate tattoos, but they were the hard, functional muscles of a high-level athlete, not a bodybuilder. He looked like a pit bull, barely restrained from unleashing his sexual fury upon her. She would put him in his place.
Next, a pair of identical twins. They were tall, blonde, and chiseled like greek statues. Sylla didn't really go for the Swedish model look, but she had never had twins before. Could be interesting, she thought. She saved her favorite for last. He was tall, dark, and staring at her with hungry, intelligent eyes. He had a broad chest covered in fine, brown hair. He was one of the few angels she had seen who hadn't shaved his entire body. He looks like Batman, she decided.
Her mind made up, she turned her attention back to Gene Simmons, who was desperately thrusting his cock into her as he squeezed her breasts between his long, thin fingers. She flipped her hair with a shake of her head and twisted to look back at him over her left shoulder. He was panting with exertion. Sylla was dimly aware that he had been frantically attempting to get her attention while she had been shopping for her next lover, but he had utterly failed to distract her.
Never before had Sylla felt so perfectly in control of her body. Even more, she was acutely aware of every nuance of her partner's sexual ability. He relied on his tongue to send his lovers into such ecstasy that they failed to realize his lack of talent in other areas. Sylla decided to finish him off quickly. She began to thrust her body back against him, faster, harder, and with a thousand times the passion he was capable of handling. He gripped her shoulders tightly as the orgasm built rapidly, but Sylla was having none of that.
With a powerful backwards thrust, she disengaged from him and moved away. "Nice tongue," she observed as he shot his semen onto the empty couch with a cry of longing. "But you're unworthy, too."
She turned around to find Muscles already stalking towards her eagerly. With a predatory grin she leapt at him. He caught her easily and held her against his body as she sank her teeth into the thick muscles on his shoulders. Her hard nipples pressed against his smooth pectoral muscles which shook with animal lust. "You gonna be the one to satisfy me?" she teased, whispering into his ear, knowing that the taunt would whip him into a frenzy of lust.
Muscles' hands tightened around her sides and he guided her body until the head of his cock pressed against her pussy. "You can't get the better of me, Mistress Sylla," he assured her in a deep growl. "No one can control me."
With a sudden burst of movement, Sylla tightened her legs around Muscles' waist and forced her body downwards onto his cock. Her short exclamation of pleasure at being penetrated, was drowned out by his loud bark of surprise. His legs wobbled briefly as he fought for control. Sylla wasted no time in wrapping her arms about his neck and pulling herself up before slamming herself downward onto his cock again. "All talk," Sylla whispered in his ear. "You see how easily I took control from you, Muscles?"
Muscles steadied himself with a grunt of effort and suddenly she stopped moving. As easily as though he had been holding a doll, he had completely countered all of her strength and momentum and was holding her perfectly still, his cock exactly halfway inside of her. "I told you," he growled, "No one can control me." And then her body was being slammed against his cock with a ferocity she had never experienced before.
Sylla cried out and attempted to slow herself down, tightening her legs about his waist and wrapping her arms around his neck, but she may as well have been trying to slow a freight train. Her teeth rattled from the force of the sudden reversals of direction. Samael had taken her standing and had brought her to a screaming orgasm, but he had not been nearly so physically powerful. She buried her teeth into the hot flesh of Muscles' shoulder and tried to ride out the storm, but after several minutes he showed no signs of slowing. But neither did Sylla.
Even as an orgasm built inside of her, she focused her mind on understanding his abilities and weaknesses. He had brute strength and stamina, but little else. She allowed her body to slowly go slack as her moans became screams of ecstasy. Her hands fell from around his neck and her legs dangled behind him. Soon she was hanging entirely limp, nearly perpendicular to his body as he stood fucking her. Sweat dripped down the sides of his shaved head and fell hot upon her stomach. Sensing victory, Muscles doubled his efforts and forced Sylla to a raging orgasm. At the height of her climax, when he least expected Sylla to do anything but scream in pleasure, she launched her body upward and into him with astonishing strength and speed.
The momentum forced Muscles to trip backwards, flailing his arms. Sylla wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him and leaned forward, driving him backwards until his legs collided with a couch and he sat heavily with a grunt of surprise. Sylla instantly took control, pushing up with her knees and slamming her pussy down onto his cock. He immediately began to sit forward, but Sylla gripped the back of the couch and held him down. "Where do you think you're going, Muscles?" she purred into his ear. "It's my turn now."
He struggled mightily, but even his incredible strength was no match for Sylla's passion. In moments, he had abandoned his attempt to stand and fought only to slow her relentless attack. Sylla rubbed her nipples against his face and he sucked greedily as the last of his self-control disintegrated. His powerful body went rigid and a thick vein across his temple throbbed with every heartbeat. Sylla sprang off of his lap and stood before him. Leaning over, she placed her hands on his shoulders and watched the cum shoot out of his cock. She whispered into his ear, "Unworthy."
Smirking, she began to turn towards her throng of admirers, but before she could complete the motion, a pair of hands slipped beneath her arms, cupping her breasts. She was lifted off the ground and her legs were immediately caught by another pair of hands. The Twins carried her to an unoccupied sofa and lowered her down onto her back. Her hands were pinned above her head by the first twin who quickly lowered his mouth to her breasts, sucking her right nipple hungrily. The second twin knelt between her legs and took her clit between his lips, sucking with equal hunger. Sylla moaned in admiration.
Sylla was no stranger to group sex. She had been with men and women in every combination conceivable. She knew every trick in the book. Before joining The Club, her crowning sexual achievement had been an epic battle against Jack and Lisa, the leaders of the city's most exclusive (or so she had thought) sex club. They had attacked her together, controlling her with their combined strength and passion. In most three-way situations, victory involved turning one of the participants into an ally, and overwhelming the third. Then, it was a simple matter of dominating the remaining partner. Jack and Lisa, however, were wise to that game and had kept all of their focus on Sylla.
They had fucked her in position after position, before a cheering audience, until Sylla had caught them off guard and defeated them both simultaneously. And although they had been the best Sylla had ever faced, she now understood that Jack and Lisa were mere amateurs.
The Twins were an entirely new experience. Their every action was perfectly synchronized. They fucked her like a single lover with two mouths, four hands, and two magnificent cocks. They pinched her nipples in perfect unison as one twin slipped his tongue into her mouth and the other slid his tongue into her pussy. Their hands caressed her body in precise symmetry. And when one twin forced his cock into her mouth, the other entered her pussy. Sylla moaned and came, writhing beneath their concerted effort.
They flowed across her body, constantly switching positions, but never for an instant relenting. She mentally named them Swede 1 and Swede 2, but lost track of which was which several times as the ecstasy overwhelmed her. It was Swede 1, she thought, who first spoke to her as he straddled her chest, sliding his cock between her sweat-covered breasts and occasionally into her mouth. "Your performance against the other Rulers tonight was most impressive," he remarked with a distinct European accent. "We enjoyed it immensely," Swede 2 added, casually sliding his cock in and out of her pussy from a standing position at the edge of the couch.
"You should not feel bad that we are too much for you together," Swede 1 continued. "Individually, we would be no match for you." Swede 2 picked up where his brother had left off. "Together we can take down any woman at this tier."
Sylla grinned up at them. "Boys," she purred seductively. "You truly are quite fantastic, but you don't really think you're too much for me, do you?" She gave her hips a slight thrust meeting Swede 2's cock and gripping it slightly with her pussy as she wrapped her lips around the head of Swede 1's cock and sucked gently, teasing the underside with her tongue. The twins moaned in unison. Sylla giggled.
The twins exchanged a look and immediately moved into action. As Swede 1 climbed off of her chest, Swede 2 pulled out and rolled her onto her stomach. Swede 1 trailed his fingers lightly along the length of her body as he positioned himself behind her. Sylla sucked in a breath and moaned as he slid his cock into her ever-hungry pussy. Swede 2 sat directly in front of her and forced her mouth down onto his cock. She took it greedily.
"As we were saying," Swede 2 continued as he forced his entire cock into her throat, "Individually, we are only as good as any of the other Rulers," Swede 1 told her while slamming his cock into Sylla's pussy, his thighs slapping against her ass. "With a few notable exceptions," Swede 2 admitted. "But together, we are better than any four rulers combined," Swede 1 finished. He accented his statement with a particularly hard thrust as his brother held his cock deep in Sylla's throat.
"It is nearly time for the challenge match," Swede 1 observed. "We'll finish you off now so you can sit back and enjoy the show," Swede 2 remarked.
Sylla's eyes widened as the twins began to increase their pace, always in perfect unison. The combined rhythm was intoxicating and she knew that she could easily be swept away if she allowed herself to relax. Just a week ago, these two would have been far too good for her to handle, she realized. What they were doing to her could never have been matched by even someone as talented as Samael on his own. But Sylla had grown over the last few days. Her power was swelling. And nothing could stop her tonight.
She could finish any man with her mouth with ease. And she had overwhelmed even Samael as he had taken her from behind. No reason at all she couldn't do both at once, she decided. Sylla smiled to herself as she began to match Swede 2 thrust for thrust, pushing back against his hips as she wrapped her hand around Swede 1's cock and began pumping it rapidly while she bathed the head with her tongue. Their bodies stiffened in unison. Hands grips her hips and head simultaneously, both trying to stop her from taking control of the pace, but Sylla could not be stopped.
She bucked backwards harder. Pumped her fist faster. Moaned and writhed and let her passion take over. The Twins' perfect synchronicity began to falter. Swede 2 was attempting to match Sylla's pace with his own thrusts, but couldn't keep up. With every mismatched thrust he let out a soft cry of pleasure. Swede 1 was gripping her shoulders tightly, taking deep steadying breaths, but every time she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock he moaned and shook. "Switch!" he shouted.
Swede 2 quickly pulled out and moved to relieve his brother, but Sylla kept him trapped with her mouth. She reached out blindly and caught the second man's cock in her left hand and began to pump it rapidly. She guided him with firm pressure, snaking her own body sideways until the brothers were sitting side by side on the couch and Sylla was kneeling between them, pumping their cocks with either hand and darting her mouth back and forth between them.
The Twins, she instinctively realized, were strongest when they were acting in perfect unison, but were extremely vulnerable when broken apart. She pumped madly with her left hand while stroking gently with her right hand. She took one cock deep into her throat then teased the other with the tip of her tongue only. The Twins had ceased struggling. They leaned against each other, moaning in pure ecstasy. Sylla waited until they were on the verge of cumming together and then abruptly released them. "Very impressive, boys," she told them. "But you'll have to finish each other off. I have another date. And you're unworthy."
Sylla stood and turned. Her final lover was standing at the center of the group of awe-struck angels. The others took a step back as her eyes passed over them, but her Batman stood his ground, watching her impassively. They stood staring at each other for a long moment. His arousal was clear, but he betrayed no other emotion, merely staring into her eyes. Sylla's body glistened with the sweat of her exertion and glowed with the sexual energy that poured through her body. I'm just getting warmed up, she thought.
She took a step towards Batman and the other angels backed further away. "Come, Master Wayne. Escort me to a couch next to the stage so that I might have a front row view of the action while I ride you." Batman silently offered her his arm and she curled her fingers around his strong bicep. Sylla's body temperature was off the charts following her exertions, but his firm muscle felt warm beneath her fingers. "You're a quiet one," she observed as he led her to a stage-side couch and laid on his back, pulling her gently on top of himself.
To her surprise, he enveloped her in a deep, passionate kiss. She ran her fingers through the fine hair covering the strong muscles of his chest and sighed with contentment. This was her kind of man. Strong, masculine, and silent. Self-confident, but not arrogant. He wasn't trying to physically dominate her or impress her with his sexual abilities. He was kissing her like a true lover. Like she hadn't been kissed in longer than she could remember. Is this a trick? she wondered distantly as she melted into his arms.
Somehow, only minutes after dominating no less than five sexual experts, she felt like a teenage girl, making out with the star quarterback behind the bleachers. She was wetter than she had ever been in her life. His cock was throbbing between them and she rubbed the her body against it. His strong hands held her tightly and she moaned into their kiss. I'm glad I saved this one for last, she thought as she slid her body up the length of his torso and then down again, finally drawing his cock inside of her.
They moaned into each other and she pulled back slightly, breaking off the kiss. She wanted to look into his eyes while she rode him, but he reached up and took her head firmly between his hands and held her lips less than an inch from his own. "I need to speak with you, Sylla," he whispered softly into her mouth.
"Shhh," she quieted him with a kiss. "No words." She raised herself up, her hands pressing against his stomach and began to ride him. She raised her hips until only the tip of his cock was inside of her and she quivered with emptiness and longing. Slowly, she lowered herself down, every inch of his cock sending waves of pleasure through her entire body until she had him completely inside of her. He filled her perfectly and her body shook with a silent orgasm. She kissed him softly, passionately, their tongues caressing each other like lovers.
"You are worthy," she whispered. He pressed his hips up into her, filling her again and again with his cock, and she came at once, crying out and digging her nails into his chest.
He was speaking to her again, she realized. Whispering to her almost inaudibly, their lips brushing together with every word. "It's important," he was saying. "It has to be now, when no one can hear us and the cameras can't see what we're saying." His hands were roaming her body as he spoke, caressing the long muscles of her back and squeezing her firm ass.
Sylla raised herself up and shook her head. "No talking. Not tonight." Her lover looked up at her, frowning, but he didn't say a word. His eyes were pleading with her to bend over so he could continue their hidden conversation, but Sylla was having none of it. He began to pull her back downwards and though she fought against it, he was too powerful.
"Please, Sylla, you need to listen," he managed before she forced herself back up again. He glared at her in exasperation. Sylla patted his chest softly.
"We can talk another time," she promised him. "Tonight, I just want to ride you and watch the match. And if you can last through the whole thing, you'll get a reward," she added with a steamy twinkle in her eye. "You are worthy, lover."
But he wasn't satisfied with her assurances. Every time their faces came together he began whispering until she sat up in frustration. "You two, get over here!" she snapped at a pair of nearby angels who hurried over. "Handcuff his hands down."
The angels each grabbed one of his wrists and began pulling them into position but Batman resisted, holding his arms out of reach of the cuffs. With both hands they pulled against him, but he held his arms rock still, his biceps bulging with the effort. Sylla leaned seductively over him, her nipples dangling inches above his face. "I command you to allow them to bind you."
For a long moment, he merely looked up into her eyes. Finally, with a sigh of acceptance, he relaxed and allowed himself to be restrained. "Very good!" Sylla said cheerily. "Now, gag him."
Batman bucked beneath her, but with his hands bound, his resistance was futile. Sylla rode him expertly while the two angels slipped a gag into his mouth. She dismissed them with a wave of her hand and looked down at him. "Don't look so upset, baby," she told him as she began to gently rock her body back and forth against his cock. "You brought it on yourself. And anyway, the match is about to begin. I want to watch."