Welcome to the Afterlife: Samantha's Dance Hall

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

\[Contains: Facesitting, Double Rupture, Orgasm Denile.\]

Chapter 11: Samantha's Dance Hall.

We came to a stop in front of a large, single story building. It was made of wood and painted a pearly white. A set of double doors formed the entrance, with large windows lining the front of the building. Above the doors, painted in yellow calligraphy, said "Samantha's Dance Hall."

Through the windows, I could see many women inside.

Anna took my hand and opened the door on our left. We made our way in.

The inside had a large polished wooden floor. On the far end of the massive room stood a stage with stools and various musical instruments of all kinds. A group four of women walked onto the stage. Three of them grabbed a violin, and one a chello. They each took a seat and began to play. I immediately noticed the song was a string quartet cover of The Trooper by Iron Maiden. I've always been a metalhead, Iron Maiden was one of the first bands I remember hearing as a kid. I also played bass in band during high school, as such, I had the pleasure of meeting quite a few exceptional musicians. These women's mastery of the violin and chello was evident in how effortlessly and perfectly they played such an intricate piece. I can't quite recall the last time I've heard such a beautiful sound.

Off to the left side of the room was a bar area, which seemed to only serve wine. To the right were what appeared to be bathrooms.

The main floor was full of women, there had to be well over seventy of them. There didn't seem to be an order to the way they were dressed. It was a mixture of Victorian era dresses, 1960s evening dresses, what looked like a female version of a toga, and many more styles. There were also more modern clothing styles present as well. Everything from nightclub tube dresses from the early 2000s, gothic dresses, to full-on black leather BDSM dominatrix wear. It was a rather odd clash between the different centuries, one woman even wore a skimpy French maid outfit.

What was even more odd, was seeing a large group of them dancing energetically to the song. It was a fast paced dance, with high knees, twirling and wide circles. It almost looked like a mosh pit. The dance was similar to the rigaudon, which was a popular 17th and 18th century dance.

As I stood there admiring the the four on the stage, two ladies in victorian evening dresses approached me. One of them was wearing a beautiful black and red dress, the other's was a very elegant purple and white. They were both tall and fair skinned. The woman in black and red had enchanting amber eyes, while the other woman had stunning green eyes like emeralds. They both had their dark hair done up in a formal bun.

"Care to join us for a dance, handsome?" The woman with emerald eyes asked, extending her right hand.

"I've never been real good at dancing." I replied with a chuckle.

"Don't worry, just follow our lead." Amber eyes said with a warm smile.

"What shall we dance to?" I asked, taking her hand.

She gently pulled me closer to them, with her on on right. The woman with amber eyes stood on my left, she took my other hand. They weren't too much shorter than me, only by a couple inches. One of them smelled of lilac, the other of honeysuckle.

"I suppose we'll find out when the song changes." The woman with amber eyes replied in a sweet yet seductive voice.

Just as she said that, the musicians flowed gracefully into another song. The opening notes to Paranoid by Black Sabbath sung out from the instruments. Both women smiled as we angled for the dance floor. Everyone on the floor immediately transitioned from their previous dance to a swing dance, the Balboa, if I'm not mistaken.

"Two of us and one of you, I guess we're just going to have to share you!" Emerald eyes said in a playful voice.

"I'll tell you when to twirl and swing me." Amber eyes said.

We made our way into the crowd of swing dancers and joined them. The two women both made it easy for me to follow their motions. Like I told them, I wasn't particularly good at this, at least not in my mortal life. But, like with the bowling, it just came to me easier now. I still fumbled a bit here and there, though I was definitely leaps and bounds better than I ever was before.

"What's your names?" I asked them both, raising my voice to be heard over the music.

"Lilly." Amber eyes said.

"Marissa." Emerald eyes said.

"Would that happen to be a nickname for 'Lilith'?" I asked Lilly.

Her eyes turned a few shades of red darker for a moment as she told me to twirl her.

"How'd you know?" She gave me a sinister smile.

"Black and red, amber eyes and a name like that, just a wild guess." I gave her a wink as I spun Marissa around me.

"Catch me, now." Lilly said, throwing her torso back and her right leg forward. Her knee caught my right in the balls as I held her out in front of me.

"Those are still pretty sore." I told her with a groan as I raised her back to her feet, then took Marissa's lead.

"I like it when they're sore!" Lilly laughed.

We continued swing dancing the the rest of the song, with Lilly kneeing me in the balls each time I caught her. She held her knee there every time. I caught Marissa several times, but she didn't try to go for them. I twirled Marissa around me and Lilly managed to sneak in a sack tap, causing me to fumble.

"Oh, I love this one!" Marissa proclaimed, as the musicians transitioned to the next song.

It was a slightly haunting sound, with a deep sense of longing, which fit the song perfectly. Nothing Else Matters by Metallica, easily my most favorite love song of all time. With the opening notes, the three of us followed suit with the rest of the floor, beginning a very slow waltz.

I put my right hand on Marissa's shoulder and my left hand on her waist. She mirrored me, with Lilly doing the same behind me.

We swayed side to side with each other in a slow, gradual circle. I locked eyes with Marissa, there was a certain innocence in her green eyes. She smiled softly, then chuckled as I flinched from Lilly pinching my ass.

Lilly ran her left hand across my waist and onto my balls. She fondled them as we swayed, lightly squeezing them to the tone of the lead violin. As the pitch of the violin increased, so did the pressure of her squeeze. Lilly let off the pressure as the pitch lowered, it was a heavenly massage for my bruised balls.

Halfway through the song, we switched. I took Marissa's hand and raised her arm to spin her. The two women switched places mid-spin, then we resumed our original stance. Marissa placed her left hand onto my waist, then Lilly guided her hand to my left inner thigh.

"I don't know.." Marissa said, shyly.

"It's okay, just trust me." Lilly encouraged her.

"Are you sure? What if I hurt them?" Asked Marissa, nervously.

"That's the point, sweety." Lilly's eyes softened as they met mine. "It's her first time." She said to me with a smile, then guided her hand into my balls.

"It's alright, Marissa." I said softly, feeling her cold fingers touch me sack. "Wrap your fingers around them, then squeeze gently."

"Like this?" She asked as she started to apply some pressure.

Her bony fingers weren't quite long enough to fully grip both of my balls. My right ball slipped out of her grasp. Lilly guided her other hand to my right ball.

"They're so big!" Marissa said with a nervous laugh, which made me blush.

"You're doing good. Try rolling them around between your fingers." I encouraged her.

She placed her thumbs on the tops of my balls and started to roll them around. I moaned as she did this. The climax of the song came and we started moving faster to the music. Marissa's thumbs pressed down onto my balls harder in response, trying to hold on. I grew hard at this, my election brushing against Lilly's dress as her hips moved closer to mine. The fabric of her dress was extremely soft to the touch, it started to tickle me.

The song came to an end and the three of us released each other. I saw Anna from across the room, she was smiling with approval.

The musicians began to play a much faster paced song now. With the opening notes to Breaking The Law by Judas Priest filling the room, Lilly looked to Marissa.

"This one's another swing dance. With each throw, land your leg right between his. Make sure your knee connects with his balls." Her voice was reassuring, as she let her friend take the lead.

I followed Marissa's lead as we moved to the music. Lilly twirled along with us, brushing her ass against my hard cock every time I spun around.

Marissa threw her torso back and extended her right leg. I held her up with my hand as her knee slammed into my balls. The impact staggered me, causing me to lose my balance. Lilly caught me by the shoulders.

"Just like that!" Lilly yelled in excitement.

Marissa blushed profusely. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's alright, I like it!" I said, happily, though in pain.

My reassuring her seemed to do the trick, as she kneed my balls harder with the next throw. I let out a pained cry as her knee connected. She held it there for a moment, gazing into my eyes. I could tell she was starting to enjoy this. Her eyes shifted to my hard cock and battered balls, the sight of them making her grin.

We danced the remainder of the song with each other. Lilly gave my balls a few slaps here and there when she could manage to sneak her hand between us.

"I'm thirsty, wanna go get something to drink?" Marissa asked Lilly and I.

"Sure!" The two of us replied at the same time, earning a laugh from Marissa.

I stood in-between the two women as we headed to the bar, holding hands with both of them. As we crossed the dance floor, several women made it a point to reach out to grope me. A beautiful goth woman with white corpse paint gave my balls a firm squeeze as she walked in front of us. She blew me a kiss, and I recognized her as she did. It was Lucy, the first woman here to savagely beat my balls. I remembered her forcing me to scream into her pussy and blushed. That had only happened yesterday, yet it felt like forever ago. My mind raced at the thought of being here for the rest of eternity.

We leaned against the bar, wine glasses in hand. Lilly was on my left, Marissa on my right. There didn't seem to be any special drinks here, so I settled for red wine, the same that Anna likes. The cost was firm kick to the balls, which Marissa hesitantly delivered.

"So, how do you like hurting his balls?" Lilly asked Marissa, amusement in her voice.

"It's fun! But I'm still scared that I might damage them." She replied sheepishly.

"Don't worry about them, they'll grow back." Lilly laughed. "And they'll be even bigger!" She added, grabbing my balls and lifting them up.

"Bigger, you say?" Marissa raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"I have an idea. You want to see them get bigger?" Lill asked, her tone was devious.

"What do you have planned?" I asked.

"Let's go to the private rooms." Lilly said after she finished her wine.

Marissa and I finished our wine and followed Lilly to the right side of the room. What I originally thought was a bathroom area, were actually individual rooms. They were similar to the private rooms at the Shock and Awe, complete with a bed.

Lilly motioned for us to go in first, then closed the door after she entered.

"We have some time before the next band starts playing." Lilly said, as she put her hand on my chest and gently pushed me onto the bed.

"I'm going to show you some different techniques for hurting balls." Lilly continued, a confident tone to her voice.

She had me on the edge of the bed, laying on my back, with my legs spread. Marissa was on her knees between my legs as Lilly instructed her. She had Marissa start by punching my balls.

"Make sure to hit them good and hard, we want them swollen. The harder you hit them, the better!" Lilly told her.

Straight punches at first, then downward punches, then uppercuts. I groaned in pain and pleasure as her punches got stronger.

Lilly had her move onto knees next.

"Stand like this, with your legs on either side of one of his legs. Then, take your knee and strike his nuts like this." Lilly explained, then slammed her knee into my balls.

I flinched and tried to close my legs.

She kneed me again, this time holding her knee against me.

"To keep him from closing them like a bitch, just hold your knee there. Try to add some extra pressure when you do, it feels great!" She finished.

"Like this?" Marissa asked, as she drove her knee into my balls and held it there.

The impact made my lurch upward and reach for my balls.

"Just like that! Here, let me hold him down for you." Lilly said, then climbed on top of me.

Lilly lifted up her long skirt and sat on my chest, facing Marissa. Her legs pinned my arms against my sides. Her skirt, which did a surprisingly good job at hiding her sizeable ass, now rested over my face.

She had Lilly practice kneeing me several more times, then transition to pressing her foot against them. The soles of her pumps ground against my balls, getting an anguished cry from me. The grinding turned into stomping, which then turned into toe kicks. From there, Lilly walked her through squeezing them, then holding them while she punched.

My world became a blur of pain and bliss for the next twenty or so minutes while Lilly taught Marissa how to hurt my balls.

Lilly raised herself up to reposition. She moved to where she was now sitting on my face, with my arms between her thighs and calves. Darkness enveloped me as she sat down, her body and skirt blocking all light. She was bare and wore no undergarments, her pussy was incredibly wet. I heard a new sound. The musicians on the stage were no longer playing violins and a chello. It was a different group now, complete with a drummer, lead guitar, rhythm guitar, bassist and a vocalist. The song started with chugging guitar riff that I instantly recognized. The singer even sounded remarkably similar to Ann Wilson, the lead singer of Heart. The song, was Barracuda.

"Here we go, time for the real fun to start!" Lilly said with excitement as she started to bounce on my face. "Follow the beat on his balls. Punch, slap, knee, mix it up! I'll work his face and cock!" She finished.

"This is gonna be amazing!" Marissa replied, as she started to slap my balls to the beat of the drums.

I started groaning into Lilly's wet pussy as I ate her out. She squirmed on my face as she rode it, stroking my cock to the riff of the lead guitar. Marissa's slaps soon turned into punches, causing me to scream into Lilly. The combination of being stroked and punched in sync with the song was more than I could handle. I started to cum, but Lilly pinched my cock, preventing the cum from escaping. She forced the cum back down. I reached up and grabbed her breasts in response, squeezing them as I screamed into her.

The song changed to Heartbreaker, by Pat Benetar. The stroking and punching became even more intense with this. Lilly rode my face aggressively during the faster parts of the song. The singer replaced "Heartbreaker," with "Ballbreaker," in the lyrics. I could feel my balls swelling up, with them having been beaten nonstop for the past thirty minutes. During the build-up halfway through the song, Marissa's knees drove into my balls fiercely four times. She then went back to a mixture of slaps and punches for the remainder of the song. I had to cum again, Lilly refused to let me again, pinching my cock shut. The blast beats at the end of the song came in the form of full force punches from Marissa.

The next song is what did my balls in completely. They were already swollen to the size of grapefruits with an extreme ache. My cock was insanely sore, as if it had lost a fight against a professional MMA fighter. That's when the intro for Through the Fire and Flames by DragonForce started. The following beating was a complete blur of utter mind-shattering agony and ecstasy. Marissa's fists felt like Virginia speedbagging my balls all over again, they didn't miss a beat. Lilly's hand gripped my dick so tightly as she stroked that I thought she might tear it off. I came as soon as the song got fast, spraying a massive load of cum all over the place. Lilly came so hard that she squirted into my mouth as I screamed into her. Marissa laughed maniacally as her fists rained down relentlessly.

I could feel my balls breaking apart, rupturing multiple times as the waves of pleasure and pain radiated violently throughout my body. My screams were now purely primal, animalistic sounds, causing Lilly to have non-stop orgasms. Her rolling orgasms continued for the rest of the song, squirting like a fountain the entire time.

"I think I broke them!" Marissa yelled with excitement.

"Don't stop!" Lilly yelled out in pleasure.

The beating continued even as I came again. My balls were turned into mush, they shot out of my dick, splattering on all three of us. The ball pain ceased for a moment, as there were no longer any nerves to register the pain. The stroking continued.

The ball pain returned the moment that my regeneration started. Marissa picked up where she left off once she saw them starting to form. She didn't wait until they were ready. The shy girl from earlier was gone, replaced by a demon with an insatiable lust for hurting my balls.

By the time the song was over, I had come two more times. My head was entirely soaked from Lilly, and I felt my stomach was full from drinking so much of her grool. My cock was an angry looking red, it had never been so sore before, it hurt to even think about twitching it. My new balls were already black, blue and swollen.

Lilly crashed down onto me, moving her ankles together to provide me a pillow. She rested on top of me, with my head propped up, face still in her pussy.

Marissa grabbed my balls and started to massage them roughly while licking my cock. It was so sore that even the gentle touch of her soft tongue made me flinch. She continued to lick and suck, providing my balls with the same treatment as well. I kept moaning into Lilly's pussy, making her lips quiver as I licked her clit.

After a while like this, the three of us were exhausted. Lilly slid off of my face with a wet sound. The sudden light blinded me for a moment. Lilly and Marissa both removed their dresses. Their bodies were incredibly beautiful. Lilly had an hourglass frame, with D cup breasts and toned muscles. Marissa was more slim, built like a triathlete. Her small breasts, firm ass and defined muscles making her irresistible.

The three of us climbed further up onto the bed. I laid down and rested my head on a pillow. Lilly laid next to me, with her breasts against my face. Marissa laid against me on my other side, facing the opposite direction. She wrapped a leg over Lilly and I, exposing her tight pussy. I rubbed her, then transferred her wetness onto Lilly's breasts. I took one of Lilly's nipples into my mouth and sucked as I went back to rubbing Marissa. Her milk eased the soreness in my cock, but not entirely. It also provided me a small amount of some much needed energy. Marissa started to suck me again while squeezing my balls. I fingered her while Lilly rubbed herself.

The three of us soon fell asleep after reaching our climaxes several more times. As we drifted off, the band started a cover of Love Bites by Def Leppard. I slipped into unconsciousness with Lilly's tit in my mouth. Marissa passed out with a firm grip on my balls.

Lilly fell asleep with her hand on my face, it was soaked from her fingering herself.

We slept like this in peace for several hours.

While I slept, I had a dream. A dream of an eternity trapped within a place full of the most beautiful women imaginable. The women all shared one thing in common, a pure love for ballbusting. These women, the hundreds, no, thousands of them, were not objects for pleasure. Rather, I was their object, put there solely for their pleasure. Though my cock and balls were the constant subjects for their pleasure, it wasn't for the pleasure I gained. No, the pleasure was entirely theirs. Through all their love, hate, joy, wrath, pleasure and sadistic fantasies, I would be there, for eternity.

I awoke, feeling Marissa squeezing my balls in her sleep. She was dreaming about hurting them more, while actually hurting them. I pressed my face lovingly between Lilly's large breasts. The dream was entirely correct, except for one part.

I'm not trapped here, held against my will as a subject. This is better than any afterlife I ever could have imagined. How could one be trapped in paradise? If I could live and die all over again, I wouldn't change a thing.