The Second Circle of Hell by Miss Irene Clearmont

Book Details

The Second Circle Of Hell (Clearmont 2) – Following on a few years after the events of ‘Dark Widow’ this novel charts the time when the Training Institute on Long Island was getting ever more assertive. Hillary and Arnold run a small building and internal design studio on Long Island. He, deeply religious, she, in his shadow. When a strange rich woman asks if they could possibly supply quotes for a large job, Hillary sees the opportunities. Arnold, on the other hand, sees that his wife is becoming too independent and is not amused when she takes on the design work.

Meanwhile, the reason that Hillary has been hired becomes fully apparent. One of the leading lights at the Training Institute that has hired her has decided that she would make an ideal intimate partner! What follows is the tale of the subversion of Hillary, the struggles of her husband Arnold and the devilish and deviant details of the Training Institute.

After all, the training institute on Long Island is a place where slaves are prepared for intimate service, a prison of hellish training, inducements and cruelty. A place that is becoming ever larger and more influential. And, because of this, there is an internal struggle going on between the various owners and senior women who run it. A struggle that will soon envelop Hillary and all those around her. A struggle that can only end in one way. The losers will not merely lose control of the Institute, they will be enslaved for the personal pleasure of the winners.

This novel starts slow and accelerates to become one of the most spicy of all of my novels. Written originally as a stand-alone novel, it does fill in a space in the early development of Miss Irene Clearmont’s world of slavery and female domination. A few minor spoilers for the earlier book, but in reality this series is only loosely linked as each novel stands well on its own and was written like that!

F/m, F/fm, FF/m, F/f, Humiliation, Chastity, Feminisation, Corporal Punishment, BDSM, Slavery, Caging, Intimate Urolagnia.

Strength 9/10 – 99,000 Words

Written 2015

Excerpt: The Second Circle of Hell

The Circles of Hell

Where We Are

The Italian mediaeval poet and writer, Dante Alighieri, wrote that the second circle of Hell was reserved for punishing those guilty of the sin of lust. They were to be scoured by the violent winds of the inferno. The storm of an ice-trapped Lucifer’s wings that blew them from one place to another; never to know tenderness, affection, never to ever know any rest, ever remaining in the gusts of lust that swept them without ceasing.

They were doomed to swirl forever with no loving contact, simulating the sin that they had committed against the law of a hateful God, for an eternity of terrible punishment. Coupling in that gale of loathing they endlessly collided in sexual congress.

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The sin of lust is also one of the ‘venal seven deadly sins’, those immoral mediaeval rules that supposedly attack the ‘vital principle’ in all of us.

Take hope though, not all lust is a transgression, not all sins are irredeemable… …not all sins.

The ‘Who’ and the ‘Where’

The bright office was a small one but well placed on County Road. That position had cost a great deal in rent, the calling in of favours and the remodelling of the building had made a large loan necessary to get the whole business off the ground. But Riverhead is one of the larger towns on Long Island. It is far enough from New York to pick up the local business in the architecture and building trade and close enough to cater for the city clients who want a provincial twist.

The owners of ‘Real Hamptons’ were Hillary and Arnold Hampton. They had so enjoyed the joke of opening a real estate business under their own names and still appeal to the snobbery of those rich enough to live in the small communities known collectively as The Hamptons. They are those small towns at the far eastern end of the Island that house the elite and wealthy.

Hillary and Arnold were the perfect mixture of strict church going citizens who combined hard work with morals that would have graced an angel.

The angels must have been inattentive, that cold January day when the devil came to call…

The Offer

The woman that entered the office that Saturday morning in January was middle aged, self- confident, and someone whom Hillary could immediately see had more than just a few odd dollars in their purse and bank account. The fur coat was the obvious give-away but when she took it off, the amount of gold that she was wearing was almost indecent.

For a moment she stood as if uncertain of where she was and Hillary thought that she was about to ask for directions or some such. ‘Good afternoon,’ said the impressive woman in a low voice. ‘My name is Miss Janet Green and I am looking for Mrs Hillary Hampton because I have a small building project that I wish to discuss.’

‘That’ll be me,’ answered Hillary as she stood. ‘How can I help you?’

Janet took off her coat and for lack of a place to put it, draped it over her arm. ‘As I already said, my name is Miss Janet Green. I own a large house, well a sort of farm really, down towards the Hamptons. I need the services of an architect, a builder and of course help with all the applications to rebuild and renovate two large buildings and build an underground parking facility.’

‘Well that is exactly the type of work that we do! You have come to the right place. If you could possibly give me some idea of the scope?’

‘Well, we are tendering the work to some local firms, of which you of course are one. I suggest that you come up to the house in the next few days and look it over while I explain what it is that we want in the way of work.’

Hillary made a sign to Evelyn, the secretary, to check the diary. Hillary seemed calm, but her heart was thumping in her chest with excitement. This looked like a big job. Three buildings, a client who oozed money and all of it local.

‘When would it be suitable for you?’ she asked.

Janet smiled and made an expansive gesture. ‘Any time really in the next week. The work includes architectural planning as well as the building work itself, so we are looking to have bids that reflect the complexity of our needs with a value to within a half a million dollars of the final cost.’

‘How about Tuesday?’
‘Time?’
‘Morning, about nine?’ replied Hillary.
‘That’s just fine, it fits my schedule exactly,’ said Janet.

Miss Janet Green proffered a card that was headed ‘The Service Academy’ and pointed out the address to Hillary. ‘It’s on a bit of a byway so keep an eye out for the small ‘S.A.’ sign in the main road. Arrive at nine sharp and wait until security let you in. Make absolutely sure that you have this card with you and that there are only two people in the car!’ she said as she slipped on the coat again and shook hands with Hillary.

‘I am looking forward to your visit,’ said Janet rather formally as she left the office.

As soon as the door had closed Hillary relaxed and punched the air. ‘Woah, Evelyn. Call Arnold and tell him to meet me here at lunchtime, this could be a big contract,’ said Hillary in an excited voice.

The Visit

Arnold already had the car cleaned by Monday so Tuesday morning saw Hillary and Arnold setting out early at eight to make sure that they did not miss their appointment. In Arnold’s opinion, punctuality was next to godliness. Rolling through the fields at the far eastern end of Long Island they discussed the appointment as they drove.

‘Are you sure that you put everything we need in the back?’ Arnold turned to his wife, taking his eye off the road for a moment. He could see real excitement in her eyes as she soaked in the local scenery. Somehow he resented this over-excitement about work. After all, if he had had his way she would be at home leaving him to the man’s business of the world of work. A woman’s place, after all, was in the kitchen…

‘Theodolite, GPS and all the rest of the surveying equipment, though I doubt that we will need them at this juncture,’ he said without letting his irritation show.

‘I know, I just want to make sure that we look professional and are ready for all their questions.’

‘Hillary darling,’ he said, looking back to the road, ‘don’t get too excited, it may be that we cannot offer a low enough price for them.’

‘If we stress the quality and finish then…’

‘Let’s just see what they want first and then we can decide the offer, or if we even want the work!’ It was typical of Arnold to control his eagerness. He had a ‘slow and steady’ approach to the business that Hillary sometimes found disturbingly unemotional.

‘This could be the one, though!’ she said.

‘It could be, but let’s just wait and see. The great temple of our lord was not built in a day by his architect Hiram.’

Finally, they reached a small sign that led them off the main road to the ‘Service Academy’. Turning off, they wended their way through the fields to arrive at last at a series of speed bumps in the road that reduced their speed to a crawl before they came to a gate in a high chain link fence. Arnold pulled up at the post with a speaker and a microphone and glanced at his wife. This was a strange start, the whole area looked to be securely fenced off and the gate was covered by a camera.

‘This looks a little strange,’ he said. ‘It’s like some sort of secure compound.’

‘If you’d seen all the jewellery that Miss Green wore then you would not think all of this excessive,’ she replied.

Arnold looked at his watch, it was just before nine. He leaned out of the window and pressed the button. There was a brief moment of static before a woman’s voice answered, ‘Mr and Mrs Hampton?’

‘Yes!’

‘When the gate opens, continue a mile and then park the car in the designated parking on the right. Please observe our speed limit of twenty miles per hour.’ There was a click and the gate opened ponderously. Arnold drove down the single-track road. About a hundred yards before a large house and a jumble of buildings were some parking places, some of which were taken up with a mixture of limousines, sports cars and a van or two.

‘This is it!’ said Hillary.

Arnold pulled the car in and they both got out into the brisk morning air. Hillary looked over at the house to see that Miss Green had emerged and was coming towards them accompanied by another, younger, woman. Both were dressed casually but it was clear, even to Arnold who had little feel for fashion, that money was not something that either woman was short of.

‘You must be Mr Arnold Hampton and this of course is your wife, who I have already met,’ said Miss Green. ‘Pleasure to meet you. This is my daughter, Miss Jenny Klein, a partner in the Academy.’

They all shook hands as Miss Green continued, ‘Though we may seem a little formal, this is just a habit from working as instructors in the Academy. As we are doing business you can call us Miss Jenny and Miss Janet!’ Arnold and Hillary looked fleetingly at each other. This was all so very Victorian!

The small party headed for the house led by Miss Janet and entered through the large oak doors into an elegantly laid out hall. ‘If you please, we always have our business discussions in the red room,’ said Miss Jenny. The room was huge, high-ceilinged and full of cherry wood and leather furniture that spoke of an elegant era long gone. Oils, mostly scenery, were displayed on the walls and a chandelier in the shape of an inverted dome filled the ceiling with its glittering Swarovski glass finery.

They sat on the sofas, Hillary and Arnold, ill at ease with all this luxury, sat on the edge of the chaise lounge and tried not to gaze with awe at the room. ‘I know, I know. It’s all rather grand isn’t it?’ said Miss Jenny. ‘The paintings are Hudson River originals and the carpets are Afghan. I like the room, the red lends such formal pleasure to the space, don’t you think?’

‘It’s magnificent,’ said Arnold. ‘Very impressive.’

‘Thanks! It is always agreeable to hear praise from a professional designer.’ As she spoke Miss Janet rang a small bell and offered something to drink, and perhaps eat. At the summons a butler appeared. Dressed in a formal uniform, he glided over to Miss Janet and nodded an acknowledgement. ‘Coffee for four, make it the Costa Rican. A plate of the shortbread and an assortment of chocolates,’ said Miss Janet.

Arnold noticed that there was no ‘thank you’ or ‘please’ used but, with his small experience of domestic servants he had no idea whether this was usual or not. After just a couple of minutes of small talk about Arnold and Hillary’s business, a maid appeared. The sight of her roused Arnold’s prurient interest because she was dressed like a French maid in black and white taffeta, but what really made him stare for a moment were the visible stocking tops and the low cut dress that revealed a part of her very rounded breasts. As she served the coffees with a little curtsy he caught a tiny glimpse of her ass that gave him the distinct, momentary, impression that the maid was wearing no knickers.

What a terrible uniform to make the servants wear!’ he thought to himself, but that split-second glimpse! It took just a moment for him to convince himself that he had been seeing things. She must have been wearing skin coloured knickers. These people are not church goers, that’s clear. I really do not want to do business with them.

Once the maid had left the room and closed the door they got down to business. From a tube, Miss Jenny, pulled a map of the property and laid it flat on the coffee table. The plan had already been marked and some of the buildings shown were circled. ‘That’s part of the problem,’ said Miss Jenny to Arnold and Hillary. ‘We need one other dormitory building, a meeting hall on two levels and some other rooms that would be suitable for lessons. Classrooms if you like.’ She pointed with a ring bedecked finger at the map indicating where they would go as she spoke.

‘Then we need an underground car park, big enough to take small lorry deliveries that is interconnected with the other buildings here and here.’

Arnold looked over the plans and saw that they dated from the eighties. ‘Are these the most recent plans?’ he asked.

‘Of a general nature.’

‘Internal schematics?’

‘We will discuss the internal arrangements later. What we are interested in right now is not so much a bid as to whether you are able to complete a contract of this size.’ Arnold wondered at this rather unconventional way of doing business, but this was so typical of non-professionals. They hummed and harred over the details but were unaware that the details were where the real costs lay.

‘On this basis,’ he said, ‘I hope that you realise that it is impossible for us to do any sort of costing. Hillary and I will only be able to tell you whether or not it is inside our capabilities. We can only do that after looking over the actual site and then you can tell us what you visualise on that space.’ There was a moment’s silence before Miss Jenny said, ‘Good, then we should go for a little walk and we will show you through our needs and ideas that we need to be realised.’

Excerpt from: The Second Circle of Hell