"Hellfire"...Closed thread

[caela]

Alexandra Smythe:

Staying near the outskirts of the room Alexandra couldn't help but smirk behind her mask. Instead of the plain white masks that many wore hers was a more feminized version of a demon's mask complete with small horns at the top and in a deep shade of velevety black instead of the normal red. The smirk it revealed curled her full lips just at the corners and if one looked up to the smoky violet eyes above they'd see contempt reflected there.

Alex, as those who knew her well called her, was of old Saxon stock and could trace her family well back before the Norman invasion. By being smart her family had kept not only their lands but their money and their fortunes had only grown over the generations. They now had enough money and power that Alex felt no compunction in flaunting normal court style (especially in this place where none would dare speak against her lest they be discovered themselves) and instead of the tight corsets and flouncing skirts that the other women wore her body was swathed in the old greek fashion, a single layer of midnight black velevt wrapped around her lush body and falling to her ankles in the gentle folds of a toga, on her feet were small golden sandles.

Her left arm was bare but for the golden torque around her bicep that spoke clearly of her families heritage and the inky black of her gown was a perfect compliment to the midnight of her mask and it set off her creamy, alabaster flesh to perfection while making her flaxen curls almost seem to shimmer even in the shadows she kept to.

Her height was a gift of her Saxon heritage and with few exceptions she was taller then most at this gathering. Leaning insolently against a back wall her arms crossed under her breasts and she watched those around her. It wasn't hard for her to pick out the numerous french that had been leaking into the country and showing up at these gatherings. Women looking for marriages or to become some rich Englishman's mistress, men seeking heiresses to restore their own lost fortunes. She felt pity for them more then anything and wished them all happy hunting for this was definatly the place to catch such prey.

Despite the decadance around her Alex found herself bored. Her father had been sending her to these gatherings for years now and despite all his cajoling she always stayed to the shadows and went home as much a virgin (he was hoping she'd use sex to trap some poor bastard into marriage!) as when she'd arrived. Though she doubted any would believe that here! Ah well she usually delighted in the spectcle these nobles made of themselves and something interesting was bound to happen if she watched long enough.

After all the place wasn't called "Hellfire" for nothing.

Closed for CGRaven and I, hope you enjoy reading along!

 

[cgraven]

Captain Paul Delery late of his Majesty’s 27th Regiment of foot Welsh Fusiliers, Via Count of the isle of Jersey had only recently returned from the Americas and Canada where he had fought with General Burgoyne’s Army at Saratoga, and with the Mohawk in the western Province of New York in the late Rebellion. He had resigned his commission amongst a flurry of scandal. It was rumored that he was more savage than the savages he had fought with, that in fact he had gone Native and was sent home at General Burgoyne’s request. As with all such roomers there was little or not truth to it, in fact he had been sent back to England because of a leg wound that left him with a slight limp. At age 50, he was a powerfully built bull of a man, clean-shaven, including his head and wore only a savage top knot of copper red hair. His eyes where dark hazel flecked with gold and he was bored. It was that boredom that had drawn him to the Hellfire Club, where most saw the members of the Club as spoiled decadent youths, he saw their boredom, their lack of purpose, and Delery had plans, plans that just such men would be useful in. Besides, he enjoyed the decadent revelry of the Hellfire Club as well.

Tonight he was dressed as a red savage of the Americas, his skin colored by vermillion, his mask the grotesque smiling façade of Baucus. He wore nothing but a breechcloth and wool leggings, and Native moccasins. His ensemble was daring to the point of being risqué even for the Hellfire Club. From his right ear hung a series of silver triangles and his broad chest bore the dark indigo tattoos of the Mohawks as well as his biceps, From his nose hung a single sliver cone. With eyes that saw everything while appearing not to watch or notice, he saw the most gorgeous creature in the room.

Instead of the tight corsets and flouncing skirts, that the other women wore her body was swathed in the old Greek fashion, a single layer of midnight black velvet wrapped around her lush body and falling to her ankles in the gentle folds of a toga, on her feet were small golden sandals. Instead of the plain white masks, that many wore hers was a more feminized version of a demon's mask complete with small horns at the top and in a deep shade of velvety black instead of the normal red. The smirk it revealed curled her full lips just at the corners and if one looked up to the smoky violet eyes above they'd see contempt reflected there. She was tall almost as tall as he, and apparently almost as bored.

Silent as the night wind he moved to her side.

“Bon Soir Mademoiselle.”

His French was impeccable, as it was his native language from the isle of Jersey but make no mistake he was a loyal subject of King George the third And a close personal friend of the Regent the Prince of Wales.

His breath was hot and moist on the young flaxen haired beauty’s neck and sensually stirred the stray wisps of flaxen gold at the nape of her neck.

 

[caela]

“Bon Soir Mademoiselle.”

Alexandra turned her head to look at the man who had spoken and for just a moment a slight smile touched her lips. The man was daring she'd give him that. He wore a costume that even the most jaded here would shy away from and she admired daring. He was also new to Hellfire. The fact that he'd even bothered to approach her told her as much. It had been over a year since any but the greenest of members had botheres, most knew it was a waste of their time.

"Good evening," she finally replied in English. Oh she spoke and understood french of course (what branch of the nobility didn't?) but unless she was speaking to an actual native of said country she spoke in English. She saw no reason to try and put on French airs, she was English and proud to be so.

Not to mention it was handy in driving off unwanted suitors who quickly decided she was not at all genteel enough for their tastes.

Quietly she fingered the torque around arm, her fingers unconciously finding her own favored emblem. A twining labrynth that she always wore on the outer edge where her fingers could find it easily. As she caress the symbol lightly she could still feel the warm breath of the man on her neck and lightly stepped to the side to avoid it. She wasn't interested in whatever he was offering even if he was daring.

The night she came anything but a virgin would be the night her father would try and lock her into a marriage and quite frankly she was ready to be put on the marital shelf and live her life as a content spinster aunt to her nieces and nephews.

 

[cgraven]

"Good evening,"

There was a cool aloofness to her voice her speech had the measured tones of the nobility. There was a touch of pride in her soft voice that the unschooled in the ways of l’amoure would take for haughty arrogance. Her delicate fingers unconsciously toyed with the torque around arm, finding the twining labyrinth a pattern Delery saw repeated in her signet ring. The flaxen haired beauty lightly stepped away as if this was meant to deter Delery.

“A classical pattern so finely wrought, The Labyrinth both the curse of Greece as their young maidens where sent to satisfy the lust of the monitor, and their young men to vault the bulls of Kenosis.”

His English was as flawless as his French. He paused as he stepped to her side again not in the least deterred.

“And a fitting complement to your costume.”


With that Delery moved as swiftly and silently as a Mohawk warrior in the primeval woods. He spun the flaxen haired beauty and she was in his arms his kiss searing and demanding.

 

[caela]

So he knew some of the history of the labrynth. She found that interesting since most men wouldn't have recognized it as anything more than a spiral. Before she had a chance to comment however he had spun her and his lips had laid a claim on them as savage as his costume. For a moment she simply stood still in shock, no one had dared be so bold with her in ages!

Opening her eyes she looked at the man whose lips were bruising her own and timed her struggle. His grip on her arm wasn't tight and she pulled free of it easily, stepping back her hand moved in a swift blur and the sound of her palm striking his cheek was loud enough to turn the heads of those nearby. Many of whom giggled behind their fans at the fool that had dares acost Alexandra Smythe.

Turning on her heel she stalked away from him without so much as getting his name and called for her groom to ready the coach and take her home.

One of the men came up behind Paul and was still chuckling softly. "Rotten luck that. Our little Alexandra is as cold a fish as they come. Despite the clubs reputation I'd lay odds the girl's never been bedded and believe me when I say that most here have tried. Still you got farther than most and it'll earn you the bed of any woman here tonight."

Before Paul could reply the man had melted back into the crowd off to find his own pleasures for the evening.

 

[cgraven]

The Slap was not unexpected but rather anticipated, and though it stung it also lit a fire in him theses young fools thought him a novice to the Hellfire Club. Most had been babes in arms when he had been a member and the only young ladies present where those brought for the members amusement.

Our little Alexandra is as cold a fish as they come. Despite……………….

He paid little attention to what the man had to say for his attention was on the young beauty that had turned on her heel and was storming away in self righteous anger calling for her groom to ready her coach.

She was standing in the torch light by the entrance to Somerset house her coach called for her cloak drawn close about her against the chill of the night. Paul Delery waited in the shadows until he heard the clatter of the horse’s hooves on the paving stones and then he was there in front of her blocking her way his arm snaked around her waist his body pressed to her and he claimed her lips again this time when she went to slap him his hand caught her delicate rest in mid swing.

“Alexandra, I like a girl with spirit and that you have Alex.”

Some how the familiar version of her name seemed to suit her.

He saw the firry in her violet eyes as they turned mid night black.

“If you come to watch, and amuse yourself, as others enjoy, then stay home young lady, this is not a Club for Voyeurs, or spoiled little girls.”

With that Delery released the fuming flaxen haired beauty and was gone as quickly as he had appeared like a phantom in the night. Leaving her standing in the flickering torch light.

Lord Smythe it was his crest on the coach’s door.

 

[caela]

Alex was fuming as she stood waiting for the coach. Tommy, the groom, had taken one look at her face and gone off running. He'd known her for years and when she looked like that he didn't dawdle or something was likely to get broken. When she was in a temper it was best just to let the storm blow over. All of her father's servants knew it and none begrudged her her temper. It was a family trait and without it she'd have been eaten alive by seven older brothers and two older sisters.

She could see her coach coming and just as she was stepping forward to climb into it a strong arm snaked around her waist and pulled up against the hard body she'd been pressed to earlier that evening. Before she could struggle or scream his lips were on hers again.

She growled when he caught her wrist and her eyes narrowed sharply when he used the familiar shortening of her name.

“Alexandra, I like a girl with spirit and that you have Alex. If you come to watch, and amuse yourself, as others enjoy, then stay home young lady, this is not a Club for Voyeurs, or spoiled little girls.”

In the dark light of the evening her eyes had gone nearly black in her fury and as he turned and walked away she felt the decided urge to hurt him and leave him bleeding. She didn't come to this accursed club because she was a voyuer! She came because her father sent her!

Three years ago Alexandra had ruined her chances of marrying through the normal routes. At least that's what everyone thought. At a party she'd gone out into the gardens with a young man she thought she was in love with, for a moonlight stroll. Her laces had been too tight that night and she was feeling faint so he left her sitting on a bench to go and get her a glass of punch. She'd passed out while he was gone and it was someone else who found her, she couldn't remember who anymore, but apprantly gossip had spread quickly and for reasons that she didn't understand her reputation was deemed ruined.

Her father had power, money, influence and the ear of the Regent at times so she couldn't be shunned entirely but no decent mama was about to knowingly let their sons court the youngest daughter of Andrew Smythe. So he sent her to Hellfire where the rich and licentious found mistresses as well as wives. It was a different world from that of normal society and it had it's own rules and politics but she noticed that when she saw those she knew from here out in the real world that most seemed happier. The couples did at least and often flouted societal rules.

She loved it and hated it.

Climbing into the coach she sighed softly and leaned her head against the door as it wove it's way through the city streets and to the home of her father. Two more years. Two more years and she would be 25 and thus come into her inheritance and be officially considered a spinster. Then she could buy her own home and only keep such company as she wished.

Two years and she'd never have to put up with such bold rudeness as she'd recieved to night again.

 

[cgraven]

Alexandra Smythe

Paul let her name roll on his tongue such a firry little wench, all prim and proper, and yet when he had kissed her she had not resisted, not at first any way, The first time perhaps she was surprised yet the second time out side in the flickering torch light of Somerset House she had not resisted his kiss then either. Was the slap and after thought, or had she truly been offended. Delery decided that he would need to know more about Miss Alexandra Smythe.

It did not take long for Paul to ferret out the story of Alexandra Smythe, How she had left a Regency Ball, how she was found in the garden her laces undone, and her reputation forever tarnished. The nobility of this Septared Isle England had a perverse desire to rip each other’s reputations apart with the gentlest of Oh My Dear how awful did you hear…..? And they called the Mohawk savages. It took a bit of maneuvering but Paul made sure he had an invitation to thee next soirée at the Lord Smythe and one that the Prince Regent would attend leaving no doubt but that Miss Alexandra Smythe would have to attend.

The Man that came to that soirée was nothing like the red savage at the Hellfire Club No this Paul Delery was powered and bewigged his suit of the latest fashion his knee breeches claret, the cuff down to mid calve, the waist just below his rib cage and a bold formfitting cutaway swallowtail jacket of dove gray, and a lace handkerchief draped from the fingers of his right hand.

The Prince of Wales personally introduced Delery to Lord Smythe and Alexandra as the Via Count of the isle of Jersey.

“Charmed don’t you know my dear.”

Paul Delery gave an exaggerated bow pointing his silk slipper forward for all to see he was every inch the Fop.

“Me Lord I understand your wavishing daughter is still single perhaps I wighty call on her some time of course wit your permission me Lord..”

 

[caela]

Alexandra sighed as she sat across from her father in the coach. If her mother hadn't begged of this particular party Alex would have but her father demanded that at least one of them attend every damned ball and party that he accepted an invitation to and so here she was, trussed up in a gown, corsets, petticoats, slippers and god only knew how many layers of cloth. One day she was going ot make him wear all this stuff and see how he liked it.

"Stop fidgeting Alexandra. The Prince himself will be there this evening and we won't insult him by sending just an old man to his little get together. You're a beauty my girl and the Prince appreciates beauty."

The look she gave her father made most men flinch but it just made him laugh. He was a large man and even in his fifties he was strong and well toned from actual hard work. When he was home he took pride in working the land with tenets. He was a firm believer in not asking a man to do something for him that he himself wasn't willing to do. It seemed to work well as their lands prospered.

"Papa, remind me to let you know just how much I care about the Prince's opinion when we get home," she said but her voice was sickly sweet and dripping with sarcasm.

"Alex m'dear you are going to give some lucky chap quite the run for his money someday."

That ended effectively ended the conversation as Andrew had known it would. She hated talking about marriage and he suspected it had more to do with that damned Regency Ball then any real lack of desire to marry on her part. No he thought his daughter wished to marry but had a great disdain for those that would call her ruined because of a too tight corset.

As such things go the gathering itself wasn't too bad. Alex considered herself lucky to be seated between two men older than her father. They enjoyed having a pretty girl between them and she enjoyed the conversation. With them being nearly old enough to be her grandfathers there was no delusion of marriage or availability on their parts and so none of the tension that could come with such expectations. Because of her age they talked a bit more freely then would have been likely had she been just a couple years younger as well.

The only hitch in the evening really was when the Prince introduced her father and herself to some VisCount. Her eyes rolled over him with barely concealed disdain but she couldn't help but think there was something vaguely familiar about his voice. When he asked her father permission to call on her however her eyes flashed wide and her head snapped to her father, her gaze pleading.

"Of course you may call on her, any friend of our beloved Regent's is welcome to call on our household whenever he may wish," her father replied much to Alex' chagrin.

Waiting just long enough that it wouldn't be considered rude she made her excuses and left the company of the three men around her wanting to kill all of them. As she did she gave her father her patented "I'm leaving" look and headed toward the front of the mansion looking for Tommy and her cloak. She'd walk home if she had to.

 

[cgraven]

"Of course you may call on her, any friend of our beloved Regent's is welcome to call on our household whenever he may wish,"

“Me Lord then I shall send my man round to arrange a time and place suitable.”


Delery as the mindless “Fop was quite forgettable and when he slipped from the esteemed company of the Regent’s entarage he was quite unnoticed.

Paul Delery had watched Alexandra throughout the evening and was quite impressed not only with her beauty but also with the ease with which she handles the gentlemen of the court. She seemed to prefer the company of older men the age of her father or older. The young “Pop-in-Jays" she handled with the distain they so rightly deserved.

Alex had waited just long enough that it wouldn't be considered rude she made her excuses and left the company of the three men around her. As she did, she gave her father her patented "I'm leaving" look and headed toward the front of the mansion. The footman and grooms where in the stables, enjoy a bit of gaming and a bit of naughtiness with the chambermaids of the house, as there was no expectations of anyone calling for their coach and four until at least dawn.

Delery watched as the petulant young beauty stomped her little foot and then very unladylike. Gentry and common folk just did not mix and there was a certain line which should not be crossed and Alex as crossing it, as she headed in the direction of the stables calling,

”Tommy”

It was along that dark moon lit garden path that suddenly an arm was around her slim waist and a powerful hand was at her throat. This time she had not fainted way from an overly tight corset.

“I don’t give a damn about your reputation Alex….”

That voice it was the voice of the red savage from the Hellfire Club.

“… Or what this pretentious Society thinks is proper, for I know you are an innocent I can smell it on you, tasted it on your lips when we kissed.”

His breathe was hot and moist on the nape of her neck, his lips brushed her ear as he spoke in his deep rich whispered tones.

“My Poor little lamb you have been and hung as a sheep my dear, unjustly,?”

The bold stranger nibbled at Alex’s ear lobe.

“Tuesday the Hellfire Club meets at Blackly Manner, come dressed as a lad, I will find you.”

And in the blink of an eye he was gone disappeared again into the night. His challenge so softly whispered lingering why not give truth to what they condemn you for and at least reap the carnal pleasure

 

[caela]

Alex had felt better the minute she walked outside and headed toward the stables. It was a quiet night and with everyone else inside the manor there were not to accost her. And even if someone should see her heading toward the stables it couldn't tarnish her reputation any more than it was, after all she was well known for leaving parties early. Tommy ha simply not expected it tonight because it was just her and her father and he'd thought that they'd leave together.

As her thoughts turned through her mind she suddenly felt an arm around her waist and just as she would have screamed another clamped about her throat promising to cut off her air if she did so. A voice she knew whispered in her ear,“I don’t give a damn about your reputation Alex… Or what this pretentious Society thinks is proper, for I know you are an innocent I can smell it on you, tasted it on your lips when we kissed.”

Alex growled softly and tried to struggle but his strength and her voluminous skirts kept her from being at all effective and she wished she were in her toga so she could move! Damn fashion straight to hell!

“My Poor little lamb you have been and hung as a sheep my dear, unjustly,?”

The bold stranger nibbled at Alex’s ear lobe.

“Tuesday the Hellfire Club meets at Blackly Manner, come dressed as a lad, I will find you.”

Hissing at the nibbling to her ear she was confused to feel a strange warmth low in her belly and wondered for a moment if she were coming down ill and before she could hiss out a nasty retort he was gone. Rubbing her ear and neck as if to try and rid herself of his touch she growled out into the night, "I'm not your lamb you boorish pig and if you think I'll dress for you you're highly mistaken!"

Without looking back she made her way to the stables and found Tommy who was all apologies which made her smile.

"Tommy, don't be sorry for doing what's normal in your job. I'm the one who should be apologizing for calling you away from your fun, but please, I need my cloak and an escort home. I'll have Papa add a bonus to your wages for the extra work."

Tommy smiled and ran off to fetch her cloak as she asked and met her outside the front of the manor, "You know miss I aint really no fit escort for a Lady. Those tongue-waggers in there will talk," he said as he draped her cloak around her shoulders.

"Let them," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "In their eyes I have no reputation to protect anyway so I see no reason why I shouldn't go home if that's what I please. It's only a mile from here anyway, if we're quick you can be back in time for a few more hands of cards with your friends."

The young man grinned and set off at a smart pace which made Alex smile. She managed to keep up because she didn't want to keep him long and when he deposited her in the entryway and turned her care over to the butler she laughed when she turned and saw him heading back at a quick jog. The butler Samuel called for her maid Susan who took her upstairs and helped her into bed with soft clucks about young ladies walking home at night.

 

[cgraven]

Before she could hiss out a nasty retort he was gone. Rubbing her ear and neck as if to try and rid herself of his touch she growled out into the night,

“I'm not your lamb you boorish pig and if you think I'll dress for you you're highly mistaken!"

Paul Delery watched not more than five yards from where the tall elegant flaxen haired beauty stood concealed only in the shadows of the night silent still as Alexandra Smythe fumed her anger into the dark night. He followed at a distance stalking Alexandra and her groom escort he silently slipped from shadow to shadow till the mile or so was covered from the ball to Lord Smyth’s Manor house.
Delery watched as the aged butler relieved the groom of his delightful burden, he watched as the loom of light indicated which room in the Georgian Manor was the young Mistress’s he saw her delicate silhouette on the drawn drapery.


“Alex me dear I think you will come to Blackly Manor dressed as a lad if for no other reason than to taunt me and try to humiliate me in front of the others.”

Paul Delery whispered to the night wind. Then germ of a thought took root in his mind what was it the young Fop at the Hellfire Club had said?................

“Rotten luck that. Our little Alexandra is as cold a fish as they come. Despite the clubs reputation I'd lay odds the girl's never been bedded and believe me when I say that most here have tried.”……………… odds the girl's never been bedded”

So Alex was a firry little Virgin wrongly accused, the object of lust at the Hellfire Club, The cold codfish who had spurned all those rich, privileged, bored men, the unattainable chaste princess. Yes it would work a simple challenge to the Hellfire club’s governor and a return to the good old days for one night, a night where
Miss Alexandra Smythe would be the entertainment rather than being entertained.

Yes She would come for Paul Delery knew that last kiss had stirred something in Alex something she was not prepared for.

 

[caela]

The rest of the week flew by quickly for Alex. There were no further parties to attend and so she was allowed to stay home or visit friends as she wished. Even with a ruined reputation she did still have a few friends who hadn't shunned her and that let her know who truly cared for her and who had thought to simply be near her name. She tried not to think about tuesday and the fact that her father would once more send her off to the Hellfire Club. She knew he thought it was best for her but she vehemently disagreed. Still he'd hear no argument on it and so she knew she'd go.

The problem was what to wear. Oh that damned man had told her to dress as a boy but that was not her style. She prefered to appear distinct, unique, and so many women dressed as men that it was nearly a cliche. Still it had it's own appeal and the freedome of movement would be a nice change to her dressed. Deciding at last that she would indeed where boys clothes she sent her maid to town for a seamstress.

The woman was scandalized when Alex told her what she wanted but a few extra gold pieces had her quieted to muttering while she plied her needle with skill. When she was done Alex had a pair of black breeches that clung to her long legs and firm ass and a tunic of purple silk that nearly matched her eyes. Laying the clothes away she was almost eager for tuesday.

***

Tuesday did at last come and it found her changing into the clothing she'd had made. Along with the tunic and breeches she added her riding boots, and a wide black belt. If she'd been male she might have cut a dashing appearance. Her flaxen hair she left down to fall in waves down her back, and her black demon's mask completed her outfit. She dearly wished she could ride her own horse out that night but knew her father would never allow it and so Tommy brought the coach around and she was off for another dull night of watching bored nobles try and amuse themselves.

 

[cgraven]

Delery had set his trap well he had gained an audience with the Governor of the Hell Fire Club. By necessity his identity was known only to a handful of the inner circle, his name was never mentioned, for though there where whisper of the Club existence and it created quite a titter amount the young ladies of quality, and the old dowagers that ruled English polite society if his identity was ever discovered there was no amount of money or political connection that could save him. he had one word and one word only for Paul Delery’s proposal.

”Yes”

All eyes turned as Alex enter Blakely house the men eyed her change of costume with marked attention. The black breeches that clung to her long legs and firm ass and a tunic of purple silk that nearly matched her eyes, her riding boots, and a wide black belt , that accentuated the sensual curve of her calves and her wasp narrow waist. The demon Mask left no doubt who the dashing young figure was.

There was a whispered awed hush as Alex entered and the ladies behind their unimaginative white mask titer nervously and the men would laugh among them selves.

After the initial commotion the evening settled down to the normal frolicking of the Hellfire Club. The bold daring red savage that had accosted Alex on three occasions was blatantly absent. Slowly over the course of the evening the women slowly began to disappear till it was just Alex and the men that where left, and as the proud little blonde was making her way to the door to leave there he was the red savage and he was blocking her way.

“Ah Alex I see you dressed to please me.”

When the young Miss Smythe turned to avoid his unwanted attentions her way was blocked by another man. No matter which way she turned she was blocked and soon found herself helmed in on all sides.

” It is high time we warm up our cold little fish me thinks.”

Came a call from one of the masked men. and it was greeted with a rucus chours of

Here, here, warm our cold little Alex.

 

[caela]

“Ah Alex I see you dressed to please me.”

Alex shivered slightly at the sight of the savage before her. She knew he was the same man that had accosted her outside the party and thus an englishman but the costume was wonderfully made and worn. Tossing her head slightly she answered in a voice calmer than she felt, "I dress to please no one but myself. I do recognize a good idea when I hear one however and I thank you for it."

Spinning she was prepared to stalk off and found her way blocked on all sides by the men of the club. It was then that she noticed the conspiquous lack of other women and that fear darted through her.

” It is high time we warm up our cold little fish me thinks.”

Came a call from one of the masked men. and it was greeted with a rucus chours of

Here, here, warm our cold little Alex.

She didn't like the sound of that and without though she backed up, trying to escape the crowd around her. She'd forgotten that behind her lay the savage who had no doubt orchestrated this little trap until she ran into him.

 

[cgraven]

She didn't like the sound of that and without though she backed up, trying to escape the crowd around her. She'd forgotten that behind her lay the savage who had no doubt orchestrated this little trap until she ran into him.

Delery felt Alex’s firm young body as she backed into him his arms boldly came around her and his large hands cupped her firm young breast through the tunic of purple silk, he thrust his groin forward till the stunning statuesque blonde beauty could feel his erection pressing against her firm rounded ass.

“Going some where Miss Smythe?”

His cheek was pressed against her flaxen silken tresses, his hot moist breath washed over her neck , his voice a sensual whisper, his teeth nibbled at Alex’s earlobe and his thumbs rolled her nipples through the silk of her tunic.

“I think not Alex and the evening’s entertainment is just about to start, and you will figure quite prominently in it My Dear.”

The red savage kissed the hollow of Alex’s neck where the neck and shoulder met and the circle of masked men began to tighten around her.

“ Alex shall you remove your clothing or shall I let these fine gentlemen assist you?”

 

[caela]

Without thought she whimpered softly when his arms wrapped around her. She tried to struggle but her squirming only seemed to bring her into closer contact against him. She could feel his erection pressing against her bottom and tried again to pull away to no avail.

“ Alex shall you remove your clothing or shall AI let these fine gentlemen assist you?”

"What!?" she couldn't believe her ears, he hadn't honestly just ordered her to strip in front of a roomful of men! He had though, she knew he had.

Suddenly she knew just how trapped she was. She knew every man here but him, could reveal them all in fact, but her reputation was ruined and her word would mean nothing to those outside these walls. Well it would to her father but there would be little he could do after the fact.

Twisting her head to glare up at the man behind her for a moment before turning that fiery gaze out on the men around her, "So tonight it's to be rape instead of consensual debauchery is it?"

 

[cgraven]

Twisting her head to glare up at the man behind her for a moment before turning that fiery gaze out on the men around her,

"So tonight it's to be rape instead of consensual debauchery is it?"

“But of course my dear Alex if that is what you chose.”

The savage ‘s voice was so nonchalant as if she had said [ it is a beautiful evening as if raping a young innocent girl was the most normal of activities.

“Your choice Alex is consenting to a partner, or entertaining all these gentlemen in turn and in that case it will truly be rape my dear. How many nights have you teased them played the coquette, humiliated each and every one of theses gentlemen cockled them in their own club and in front of their peers Alex?”

There was tightness in the savage’s voice, and there was an undeniable truth in what he said as well.

“Now shall you remove your clothing or shall they?

It was clear that he would not ask the question a third time.

 

[caela]

“Your choice Alex is consenting to a partner, or entertaining all these gentlemen in turn and in that case it will truly be rape my dear. How many nights have you teased them played the coquette, humiliated each and every one of theses gentlemen cockled them in their own club and in front of their peers Alex?”

Alex glared furiously up at him despite the fact that it twisted her neck at an odd angle to do so. Granted she'd dressed as she pleased when she came but that was part of the game! Other than that she had in no way teased or taunted these men, she appeared, stayed to the sidelines and left as soon as she could without it causing her father to yell at her for arriving home to early. Yes she'd turned them all down, sometimes forcefully when needed but never with the intent to humiliate or degrade them as they now seemed intent on doing to her.

Still glareing at all the men she managed to wrench herself free of the savage's grasp while her hands fell to her belt.

"I can undress myself thank you. I'm not helpless. Before I do, let me make sure I understand the terms you've given me. I can choose one rapist and not fight him or everyone gets a turn is that right?"

 

[cgraven]

Still glaring at all the men she managed to wrench herself free of the savage's grasp while her hands fell to her belt.

"I can undress myself thank you. I'm not helpless. Before I do, let me make sure I understand the terms you've given me. I can choose one rapist and not fight him or everyone gets a turn is that right?"


Delery smiled to himself What a quick witted little vixen Alex was if she chose she could get theses callow youth and old lechers fighting over her and perhaps make good her escape her honor and virtue still in tact. Divide and Conquer Caser would be proud of her.

“Not quite my dear Alex.”

The Savage paused drawing out her discomfort as long as possible.

“You get to chose the one or the many Alex that is all the choice you get my dear. The man who has the right to use you as he sees fit for the night till dawn has been drawn by lot, so there will be no fights over you if that is your choice.”

Lads It looks like we will get to strip our dear Little Alex if she does not oblige our wishes.

 

[caela]

Alex was furious and it flared out of every pore of her being. It was the most emotion these men had ever seen from her either here or at the society balls where their paths also crossed. While they'd all certainly found this to be a good idea when told of it her anger was unexpected. Most of the other women would have been in tears and pleading by now. A few actually backed away a bit worried about just what this girl would do if given half a chance.

Lads It looks like we will get to strip our dear Little Alex if she does not oblige our wishes.

Her head snapped around and her furious gaze landed on the speaker, her voice quiet but carrying a strength in it that few would have expected. "Shut it. I said I can undress myself. I'll choose one rapist over many and pray that any conscience you all lay claim to gives you nightmares the rest of your days because unwilling consent is no consent at all and whether I choose one or many it's still rape and you're all a party to it. Think of that when you go home and see your own wives and daughters."

That said she ripped her mask from her face and threw it out into the crowd of men around her. She whipped it with such force that when the hardened edges caught one of the men it draw a shallow scratch along his skin that bled but only a drop or two. While the men stared in surprise at the scratch she kicked off her boots and kicked them into the crowd as well. The hard heels caught the shins of two different men who grunted more in annoyance than pain.

For a moment they shifted just enough that she could have darted through but she knew that running through that opening would be madness. It wouldn't last long enough to allow her through them all and if she ran they'd be on her like hunters on a fox. Instead she stood her ground and the rest of her garments fell to the floor with a cool efficiancy that only those closest to her would know was merely bravado.

 

[cgraven]

Her head snapped around and her furious gaze landed on the speaker, her voice quiet but carrying strength in it that few would have expected.

" I said I can undress myself. I'll choose one rapist over many and pray that any conscience you all lay claim to gives you nightmares the rest of your days because unwilling consent is no consent at all and whether I choose one or many it's still rape"

Such firer, such spirit Delery was impressed by Alex show of bravado as she flung her mask into the crowd of men, followed by her boots. There was a feline grace in the way she striped herself bare to finally stand before them naked as the day she had been born and their where gasp of appreciation at her stunning beauty and any fear they had had was soon put far from their minds as their lust for the proud and haughty beauty soon over came all else. There was no escape and Alex was intelligent enough to know it and the look in these men’s eyes as they saw her naked before them told her that that she would find no mercy at their hands.

When Alex was naked suddenly the doors and shutters of the windows began to slam shut. Two men approached Alex and they had a Vixen fox tail on a silken ribbon.

Put it on Alex. Each man here has drawn a lot, the red ball has won you but until you find him all others may chase you as in a fox hunt the first floor of the house has been sealed and there is no way out. Any one who catches you may do anything to you but bed you.

For the first time Delery as the savage spoke sense Alex had stripped.

“Show no fear girl or they will rape you hear and now when I tell you run girl run for all you are worth your salvation lies in finding the ,an with the red ball.”

His voice was a soft whisper and the he yelled.

Dash it all Black Tally ho” and the fox hunt for Alex was on.

 

[caela]

“Show no fear girl or they will rape you hear and now when I tell you run girl run for all you are worth your salvation lies in finding the man with the red ball.”

Alex eyes still glared furiously but she slid the ribbon around her hips so that the tail hung down across her ass. In the back of her mind she had no doubt where the red ball was but she didn't want it to be where she believed it to be. When he called out the Tally ho she ran.

She burst through the crowd of men before they could think to touch her and put on more speed than they would have imagined. Her long legs carried her easily but a few of the younger men were swift as well and on managed to tackle her to the floor. She kneed him sharply in the groin forcing him to release a black ball and he repaid her with a savage twist to her right nipple that drew a sharp cry of pain from her lips. She managed to buck him off and set off once more the others could catch her and managed to weave and dodge only rarely being caught.

Every man who caught her carried a black ball and it seemed that most had pinched, prodded or in some other way humiliated her before she felt her own strength and stamina beginning to flag. Determined not to let this pack of wild dogs capture her however she twisted and turned back to find the savage, running right up to him she grasped his hand and uncurled his fingers to reveal the red ball in his palm.

 

[cgraven]

Alex eyes still glared furiously but she slid the ribbon around her hips so that the tail hung down across her ass. In the back of her mind she had no doubt where the red ball was but she didn't want it to be where she believed it to be. When he called out the Tally ho she ran.

Alex was magnificent her supple statuesque body fluid grace as she dodged and spun in her efforts to avoid her pursuers. She the little vixen fox, they the merciless hounds snapping at her little heels. They took what pleasure they could from her body, and they paid the price, a price most of the men where more than willing to pay just to touch her stunning young naked body. This was not the bored group of decadent self absorbed men that Alexandra Smythe had know they where alive truly alive , for some it was the first time in their lives and Alex knew that the Hellfire Club she had know was now forever changed.

Delery watched as his ravishing proud little beauty was run before the hounds he watched her strength and stamina beginning sapped Alex was Determined not to let this pack of wild dogs capture her however she twisted and turned back to find the savage. Delery smiled as his little vixen came running right up to him she grasped his hand and uncurled his fingers to reveal the red ball in his palm.

Alex’s firm young athletic body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, her firm breasts heaved as she gasped for air, her golden blonde hair in wild disarray from the hunt. The savage’s fingers entwined in her silken flaxen locks his arm around her trim waist he crushed her naked body to his chest her diamond hard nipples digging in to his own naked tattooed chest, his lips for a fourth time in her young life claimed Alex’s in a searingly passionate kiss. Slowly the savage Delery broke that kiss his lips clinging to Alex’s till the last possible moment.

“Does Me Lady desire a bed chamber or shall I take thee in front of your friends?”

It was the first act of mercy that Alex had been afforded sense her nightmare3 had started this night. The red savage was offering her the privacy of a bed chamber rather than taking her in front of all who knew her the Clock was just striking 11 PM, and it was a very long time until dawn.

 

[caela]

Alex whimpered against the tight grip suddenly in her hair and the savage grip that crushed her against the man's body. His lips were hard and demanding and while she didn't fight him neither did she truly yeild to his kiss either. She was well aware that just beyond arms reach were men who were more like wild beasts and that her only safety from them now lay in this man's arms.

She felt a warmth running under skin that she knew had nothing to do with the chase she'd just been part of but she didn't understand it either. Was it just a new manifestation of fear? Or nerves maybe? She really didn't know. For all that she had seen the most decadent act that the mind of the Hellfire Club came up with in it's public rooms she'd never been in any of the private rooms where the actual bedding happened and didn't recognize the spark of desire in her own body.

“Does Me Lady desire a bed chamber or shall I take thee in front of your friends?”

Friends? Had he really used that word to describe this pack of ravening lunatics? Yes he had. Still dazed from her run, or so she thought it, she looked up to him from pleading eyes, eyes that begged him to relinquish his course of action (though she knew that was unlikely) as she answered softly, "A b-bed please, Sir."

She wasn't just frightened and angry now she was coldly terrified. Despite all the time she'd spent at the Hellfire Club she'd never done more than allow a man to kiss her hand or cheek and that had been before her reputation was ruined. She wouldn't have liked to admit it but the four kisses he'd stolen were truly the first real kisses she'd ever experienced. As she stared up into his unforgiving hazel eyes she swore to herself that this would be her last night at Hellfire. Let her father rave if he wished to but she'd never again knowingly put herself in a position where humiliation and rape were the only choices to end her night.