Banshee

“THE BANSHEE CLUB”


The creaking sign declared as it swung in the breeze, a single unimposing bulb casting it’s dim light on it.

Walking up to the two bouncers I accepted their scrutiny and paid the exuberant cover charge as they nodded approval to enter.

It was all I had been prepared for, the building filled with sweating bodies, grinding and bumping against each other in tune to the flashing lights and reverberating music…


“And they said Disco was dead” I muttered to myself, pressing thru the throng and towards the center bar. “Give me a cold one?” I called out over the din, collaring a stool and settling onto it.

The beer was good, chilled to perfection, it’s smooth flavor sliding down my parched throat as I leaned against the bar top and looked about. “No doubt about it” I told myself “You’re the oldest person in this place and you haven’t reached thirty yet.”

The words were more than just a casual observation; the floor was jammed with young bodies, all in perfect shape and all equally caught up in the constant din of the music. In fact, I was feeling the “mood” myself, my body starting to twitch and move to the pounding beat.

“Another cold one” I queried and was instantly gratified as the chilled wet bottle touched my fingertips.

“You’re not very busy for a bar that’s this crowded, “ I observed in conversation to the barmaid polishing the already gleaming counter.

“Once the music starts, it sucks…No tips…no orders…nothing” She confirmed as she stopped in front of me “But they pay well and never balk when I ask for days off”

“So tell me how this club got its name?” I prompted her, seeing as how she had time on her hands and hopefully information to boot. “And why did the owner put it out here in this godforsaken country?”

“HEY Mister, You a cop? Cause we paid them off this month already…and you guys aren’t supposed to be back for two weeks” The green eyed woman asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No, no cop and not a private dick, either” I returned “Just a lost soul who’s stranded till I get my “ride” fixed.”

“Car trouble?” She asked as she served me another iced brew “That’s tough, ‘cause the nearest service shop is over 40 miles from here…”

“What about the garage next to the motel? I thought I saw pumps and a hoist, inside it?” I pointed out as she leaned over the counter.

“It’s been closed for over a year, the last owner died when the car he was working on fell on him” She sad with a sad smile “It’s been exactly that way since the day it happened”

“I’m pretty handy with my hands” I said, then laughed at her “I’ve heard that one before” expression and clarified “I mean I can fix the old wreck myself, if I had the tools and a place to do it?”

“Oh sorry” She said with a lopsided grin “I thought you were…well, you know”

“Oh Lord…. Never” I chuckled, then added “At least not on our first date”

The smile that rewarded me made me grin in response as it lit up her face. She was a sweet looking gal, one that was as lost in this crowd as I confessed to be… “Maybe you could steer me towards the people that own the paper to the garage?” I asked as I finished the last swallow of beer.

“That’s easy, the whole corner is owned by the same person” She giggled “My Boss bought everything at once, letting the people in the garage and motel stay while SHE renovated this place.”

Placing a twenty on the counter I nodded as I stood and confirmed “So you’ll introduce me tomorrow?”

With a nod and a wave goodbye she told me she would “See me late afternoon” and once again I pressed into the waves of human flesh, moving towards the door.

Jasmine "Trench" Trenchert

The music throbbed around her as she took a drink of her vodka during the guitar's solo bars. Before her a throng of cock suckers chanted and gyrated, bringing the incredible power of overblown emotion to the Banshee club... and to her. She loved being on stage. She loved the power, the passion, and the anger. She could control these people, turn them on and switch them off with hardly a glance. She licked her lips and through her empty glass aside.

"I can see all your hungry motherfuckers out there... What do you want? WHAT DO YOU WANT? Yeah, I know what you want... but you ain't gettin' none. No... And you know why..?"

They were going crazy. Her ample black form, in its sheer black body stocking with silver trim leading down to her pussy drove the wild. Of course, she'd spent half and hour in makeup before coming on, after getting the makup on... and that was thirty minutes of slowly teasing some pubic hairs through the flimsy fabric of her body stocking, making it look even more transparent.

"You know why!" she screamed at the mob before sinking back into her carnal song...

"I know what you want an' you don't wanna watch
You wanna hold these tits and you wanna see my crotch
But you all gotta know there's only one catch
You gotta kiss my ass if you wanna taste my snatch!"

She spun around and waved her succulent ass towards the audience. Several people started to climb on stage, but as she felt the first one try to grab her she spun, and pushed him back into the crowd.

Stephanie "Steph" Adams

Shoulda caught his name, I thought to myself as I stuffed the twenty in the pocket of my jeans, sparing one quick glance at the retreating back of the newcomer as he disappeared into the throng of undulating bodies.

"Hey! Steph! Fix me up with an orgasm."

I reconginzed the voice. A grin spread across my face as I turned to Max, one of the newest regulars around this place.

"Now Max, I warn you, they're addictive. Once you have one you'll be coming back for more."

Max threw back his red-tipped spiky hair and howled in laughter.

"That's exactly what I'm hoping for, Steph!" He grinned wolfishly and leaned over the bar with a rakish leer.

I just shook my head at him and laughed as I grabbed up a shaker and tossed some ice into it. Max and I had come to understanding a couple of weekends back. Flirting was fun, but push the limits and this little kitten had claws, not to mention teeth.

I sat the shaker on the ledge in front of me and made quite a show with the bottles of vodka, kaluha and ammaretto; twisting, twirling, spinning along with the pounding beat of Trench's song. I added a splash of cream, winking up at Max as I grinned. "The best part, no?" Laughing as he nodded vigorously. I shook the mixture and strained it into two shots for him, placing them on the bar in front of him. "Multiple orgasms are a helluva lot better than singles." I grinned, "That'll be five bucks, Max. Consider the second one on me."

Max paid up and off I went to the next person, distributing my poison to the waiting throng, energized by the driving beat and the thrill of the flirt.

Ramon

I feel the energy of these young pepal as they dance around me writhing to the music grinding agenst echuher. I feel hands running down my ass as I dance with a beautiful girl. I look over my shoulder briefly seeing another girl smiling at me as she runs her hands over my back pressing up agenst me. I take in a breth breathing in the two girls energy I watch as they shutter as the excitement grows.

I look back at the girl dancing in front of me kissing her deeply poling more of her energy in to me feeling her body shudder under my hands as she writhes to the music grinding in to my hard cock.

I had taken what appeared to be the shortest path...cutting thru a gap in front of the stage where an incredibly hot....female singer was strutting her "stuff"...

*God was I ever OUT of it* I realized as I heard her vocals in an amazingly throaty voice that DRIPPED with sex...

And then a body came tumbling off the stage at me...rebounding from the singer as she pushed him off the stage in a practiced move...


Stepping back I watched the young man hit the floor...then bounce up as if he hadn't fallen at all, screaming at the top of his lungs....

"DIDCHA SEE THATMAN!!! SHE TOUCHED ME!!!!"

Eyes that were dialated screamed to me of drug use...but his physical motions were too crisp and clean...

Looking up I stopped as the stocking clad ass spun and disappeared turning into a pair of sex filled eyes, the message clearly coming across to me...



You gotta kiss my ass if you wanna taste my snatch!"

"We used to call it 69, sister" I muttered to myself as I continued to press thru the throng...a pounding headache building in my skull.....

Zoya

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Zoya breathed in deeply as the mirror in her office rippled, like the surface of water when someone skipped a stone across it. She could feel the energy. Smell it. Taste it. Zoya drew the fragrance in, allowing it to swirl around her like feathery wisps of smoke, permeating her very essence. She revelled in it. Hungered for it.

Not unlike Ramon and Jasmine (Yasmeen, in the old tongue), Zoya appeared to be in her early to mid-twenties. Her raven hair shone like obsidian against her translucent ivory skin and her eyes... Her eyes were as dark as bottomless pools of black water, compelling one to drown in them. As many had and many more would.

Zoya was tall and well-formed, her breasts large in proportion to the slimness of her body. Her nipples jutted proudly through the silk of her blouse. She was aroused, as she was every night when she needed to feed.

"Foarte curând." Her voice was deep, and husky with desire as she murmured to herself, opening the office door and stepping out into the undulating mass of people. "Soon. Very soon."

Jasmine "Trench" Trenchert

Trench wanted more. The crowd before her energised her, aroused her. But she wanted more. And more meant sex. But she couldn't leave the stage. Not during a show. The Banshee wouldn't like that, they needed the energy she brought, and she owed them everything. But there was a way.

She looked down into the audience, and quickly found who she wanted. A young woman, probably no more than 18, was standing silently in the cheering crowd and blushing. Her friends had obviously brought her here, trying to get her to open up. Jasmine knew the type, and knew she could psychically force her to open up.

"Look what we got here," she yelled, pointing down at the embarrassed redhead. "A sweet innocent girrrrl..."

The audience hushed. Could it be? Was she going to?

"Why don't you come up here, girl. What you say?"

People turned to face where the young woman stood. Her face was now completely flushed as she stared down at the ground. Around her, people began to push and cheer her.

"Come on guys, looks like she's a little shy. Who do you want?"

"The girl..!" came the reply.

"I can't here you mother fuckers! Who do you want?"

"GIRL! GIRL! GIRL! GIRL!!!

And seeing no option, she slowly moved up onto the stage to stand before the singer.

Carl Hetch - Motel manager

Carl sat in his office swallowing the last of the asprin. He held his head in his hands, hoping the pain from his headache would subside soon. Ever since that damn club moved in, he's been tourtured by the montinous beats of the music that permeated through the walls and rattled his office as well as his brain.

Why the hell did he ever agree to sell the place, or even stay on for that matter. Before that club moved in this used to be a nice quiet place, only getting a few visitors a year. Sure he didn't get as much money as he did now, but he could relax in his office without having to worry about his head exploding.

Carl looked at his watch, "Better check on the front desk."

I watched the alluring young singer work the young crowd to a frenzy...the energy that eminated from thier bouncing, sweating bodies overpowering...

As she stopped the routine a hush fell and I stared as she picked out a young nymph from the crowd, enticing the hesitant young woman to the stage as the crowd went crazy....

"GIRL.....GIRL.....GIRL......GIRL"

The crowd boomed out in unison as I pushed thru the doors and into the cooling air....

The headache that had begun to plague me suddenly cleared as I moved towrds the blinking light that announced "vacancy", stopping to grab my bag from the now derelict car I had rode in with.

The ring of a bell made me smile as I opened the "OFFICE" marked doorway, thinking of an innocent time...many, many years ago...

"HEY, ANYONE HERE???" I called out to the seemingly vacant room, looking over the layout...

As Carl was leaving the office, he heard a voice, "Hey anyone here?" He ran back into the room, "Hi, what do you need?"

"A room, a bed and any any info you can give me" I told the tall man as he emerged from a rear room..."If you have it?"

Turning I could see thru his window and directly across to the Banshee Clubs front door, the music still audible from this distance...

"Man, I bet you've seen it all, huh" I prompted gently, hoping for someone in this corner of the world that would volunteer more info than the time of day...

"I mean, night after night the large crowds that come to the club must bring some pretty interesting events?"

Carl pulled a pair of keys from a series of hooks holding room keys for all the rooms in the motel. "Only thing I've seen is the four walls of this office pal. Meet me at the front desk so I can check you in."

Jasmine "Trench" Trenchert

Trench looked at the woman before her for a moment as the crowd screamed and chanted their encouragement. Was she a fan? Then she'd know what was coming - but it didn't look like it. A quick glance into where she'd been in the audience told trench her friends were lapping this up. She swiftly grabbed the young woman behind he neck and pulled her face into her own. She kissed her struggling victim passionately, forcing the woman's lips apart with her tongue. She kept the kiss going for over a minute before pulling away and cocking her head to the side, grinning maliciously.

"Hey girl..." she said.

"I said, hey girl
You got a cute body.
Hey girl, you got a sweet soul.
But it aint gonna do you any good at all
If you don't know how to use the whooooole...

As the music reached a crescendo she allowed waves of passion to flood over the shocked woman before her, and pushed her to her knees. Trench pulled the woman's face into her crotch, coaxing her to start licking as she continued singing.

"Of your body!
Gotta push yourself forwards
Gotta take on the world and make it all yours.
You got given a piece
Of the divine, of the goddess
Of the lover, the mother, the queen of the whores."

Ramon

I look up smiling as Jasmine brings a girl up on to the stage having her kneel in front of her pressing her head in to her crouch. I grown as the girl dancing in front of me slides her hand down my pants stroking my throbbing cock. I tilt her head back kissing her deeply shuddering slightly as I draw energy from her. I feel the girl behind me let her hand join the other girls in my pants. I straiten up groaning with plesher with the feelings the girls are sending throw me and the energy that I’m drawing form them. I feel the lips of the girl behind me kissing the back of my neck sending shivers down my spine.

I pole the girls to my sides putting my around them as I lead them of the dance floor letting there hands explore my chest and stomach sliding there hands up my shirt. I nod to Zoya as she steps form her office I smile evilly calling would you like to join use. My eyes seem to shimmer with lust and hunger. As I wait watching her for her answers I smile evilly.

Talon

Hearing the crowd next door hit a new cresendo in volume as they screamed to the music I could only imagine what was happening...

"My names Talon" I offered, stretching out my hand "You must get quite busy later in the evening with a crowd like that next door...Doesn't the music ever get to you?"

* I needed information, time to verify what I suspected and the facts to back it up...before, well before I started what I had to...*

"I imagine it's not quite the same since the "corner" changed hands, better perhaps? but different...?"

Standing there I watched his face closely...he was an employee of the Banshee..but if senses served me correctly he wasn't too satisfied...

Zoya

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My gaze sweeps across the room as I leave my inner sanctum, gleaning slender tendrils of life force from here, culling thoughts and bits of conversations from there.

Some heads turn as I reach out. Some return my smile; to those I send a taste of my desire. Others glance and look quickly away; those are the ones I draw from, leaving them with a heightened sense of euphoria.

But first and foremost, I reach out for my rudenie, my kindred. Caressing them with my mind, assuring them that all is well, gently reminding them of the Pravilã and receiving their acknowledgment of her position amongst them.

I continue smiling as I weave my way through the crowd, a smile that does not extend to my eyes, though no one seems to take notice. Slowly, stealthily a remembering comes upon me as my gaze falls on Ramon who is beckoning me to join him and his latest acquisitions.

They were a haughty people, the Banshee. Certain that with eternal life they were undefeatable... Until fifty years after being given the "gift", the rudenie realized that they were beginning to age.

Well aware that they were working against time, they searched for the descendants of the gypsy who had given their people this blessing/curse of eternal life. They found her daughter and tortured her until she finally broke and told them how to stop the "growing old".

They were like madmen and women... desperate to regain their youth, ravenously feeding on the souls of the young and strong. A massacre ensued, during which they consumed entire souls, killing each and every one they touched in a small village in the foothills of the Carpathian Mountains.

It was then they learned something else. Something that none before had considered. The rudenie learned that they could be killed as well. Killed by a thing so simple that it frightened them to the very core of their being. They could be killed by being isolated, denied contact with other living souls.

They became the hunted... No longer the hunters as they were before, they fled their homeland and settled here in a deserted corner of America.

And yes... there is more. So much more. But I will leave that "remembering" for another day, I think as I suddenly find myself standing in front of Ramon. Leaning forward, I kiss him deeply, eyeing his companions up and down appreciatively.

"Ramon! What have you here?"

"Please that fucking music never stops!!! And it's always the same: 'bump bump bump bump bum bum bump.' Drives me nuts!!! I have no idea why I even stay here anymore."

Carl realized he was venting to the customer, a definate no no in the hotel industry. Hopefully his creepy boss wasn't watching him. He cleared his throat composing himself before pushing the ledger book over to Talon.

"Alright let me see your credit card so I can get you in a room." He pressed a button, calling the bellboy to the front desk.

Jasmine "Trench" Trenchert

By the time the song reached its inevitable conclusion, Trench had the woman lying on the floor, eating her through her body stocking as she knelt across her face. Trench continued to grind her hips across the woman's lips as the music played to a stop. Then, she settled. She simply placed herself so her crotch completely covered her victims nose and mouth, cutting off her breathing. She muted the mic for a few seconds and leant lower to whisper. "You better finish me off if you want to breath again, bitch..."

The woman struggled, but with the mind control Trench exerted, there was nothing she could do. In the end, in desperation, she began to eat her faster, sucking at the flimsy material harder and harder.

Trench stared down at the crowd once more. "You know what we got here? We got a Ho-Girl!"

And the music started again.

Ramon

I smile as Zoya come up to use asking what do you have her. I say two very horny girls looking for a very good time. I smile evilly I nod to the one on my right saying the blond is Tonya and the red head is Lousy. I raise an eyebrow would you like to join use or shall I have them all to my self. Tonya puts out a hand running it over one of Zoya’s breasts saying do com with use it’ll be a blast.

Zoya

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I nodded in agreement. It certainly would be a blast, I thought as I slipped my arm around Tonya's slender waist and winked at Ramon.

"Well? What are we waiting for?"

The four of us climbed the stairs to the private rooms Ramon kept above the Club for many such occasions. I could feel my need growing and it was obvious to me that it was spreading to the girls.

I looked around as we entered his "domain", as he liked to call it. A huge bed was its centerpiece, covered with black silk sheets which seemed to shimmer as they reflected the light from flickering candles that had been placed around the room. Tonya and Lucy looked at each other and giggled. Even in its austerity, this room was probably far more luxurious than they were used to.

I tightened my grip on Tonya's waist and pulled her against me, my hand squeezing her ass. Her lips sought mine but I pulled back, placing my index finger over her lips and giving her a barely noticeable shake of my head.

"Undress for me," I whispered, running my hands teasingly over her body. Turning away, I walked over to the bed, reclining against the pillows piled there.

Tonya looked askance at Lucy who was thoroughly engrossed in getting better acquainted with Ramon and then back at me. I merely nodded, watching through half-closed eyelids. "Now," I purred into her mind, crossing my legs at the ankles.

Ah... she is lovely, I think to myself as Tonya reaches down and pulls her tight sheath slowly over her head. Her breasts are small but the areolae are large and a dark shade of rose, her nipples erect. "Lovely," I murmur. "Now seduce me."

Talon

"Just trying to make conversation" I apologized as I reached into my wallet a pulled out a sheaf of large denomination bills "I'm going to be stranded here until I can fix my car'

Handing him the bills I scooped up the keys and looked at the room number etched into the gold face.

"I hope you gave me a room as far away from the noise as possible?" Laughing I turned and headed out the door, following his thumb as he waved it for directions....

Glancing at the club, it was even more packed then before...the music and voices that accompanied it even louder...and the energy that pulsed from it a physical thing that I could "feel"...

"Tomorrow, Zoya...We'll meet" I promised her unseen form "And then the dance will begin..."

Ramon

As soon as we walk in to my domain Lousy raps her arms around my neck poling my mouth down for a long deep kiss. I grown softly as I cup her ass poling her tit against me grinding my throbbing cock in to her damp pussy. I feel her hand run down my back taking hold of the bottom of my shirt and poling it up over my head. She kisses her way down to my nipple sucking on them sending shivers of excitement throw me. I reach down and pole her shirt off over her head exposing her well endowed chest. I lean down taking her nipples in to my mouth sucking on them and nipping them with my teeth. I hear her moan with lust as she shudders form what I’m doing to her.

I feel her hand fumbling at my pants button trying to get axes to my throbbing cock. I feel the button com undone as her hand reaches in taking hold of my ten inch cock. She gasps with excitement as she relives how well endowed I am. I smile down at her as she kneels down in fort of me pealing my tit leather pants down to my ankles. She takes my boots off so she can slide my pants off. I looks at my cock standing at attention in front of her face. She takes it in her hand slowly stroking it cueing with apparition. I shudder as she slides her tong out licking at my precum as it slowly oozes out of my cock.

She then opens her mouth wide and takes my cock in to her mouth bobbing short bobbies before taking my entire length down her throat. My head rolls back as a grown escapes my lips as her throat misuses my length. I put my hands on the back of her head keeping her there. She bakes off of my cock licking my length before taking my shaved balls in to her mouth rolling them around in her mouth. I groin agene as the excitement starts to grow in side of me.

I stop her before I loose control I stand her up and I kneel in front of her this time. I take her tit jeans off revealing her bar cunt lips. I smile up at her saying very nice. I then lean in licking her outer lips casing her to grown putting her hands on the back of my head pushing me in to her as I take her clit in to my mouth sucking on it hard flicking my tong over it. I slide two fingers up in to her pussy feeling her wetness. I pump my fingers in to her a few time before taking them out and offering them to her. She eagerly takes them in to her mouth sucking on them. I run my tong over the length of her pussy tasting her juices. I shudder with the taste. I clamp back on to her clit sucking on it. I put my hands on her hips keeping her upright as her knees begin to go week. I stop then looking up at her I see that she is very close to her first orgasm of the night but not her last.

Carl looked around, "Where is that lazy ass bellhop? Oh well, here I'll help you." Carl took the man's bags, "Ok follow me, you're in room 27, right down the hall." He opened the door, allowing Talon to walk in first.

"Bathroom's over there, call the desk if you need extra towels, and checkout is at 11."

Zoya

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My gaze strayed past Tonya as she slipped off her panties to watch Ramon and his little red-headed chica. What was her name? Lucy. Yes, that was it.

Close. She was close to cumming and I tensed in anticipation until she screamed. "Yessss... " She collapsed as she came to a shuddering climax against Ramon's skilled tongue and we fed hungrily on her pleasure, heightening our own.

I uncrossed my legs causing my skirt to ride up, revealing what could only be described as a mere vestige of a garment meant to pass as a thong. Concentrating on the weak-kneed girl, one of my hands slid down, pushing aside the thin material as I wordlessly invited her to have dessert.

Ramon rose to his feet, his arms encircling Tonya from behind as they both watched Lucy climb onto the bed and crawl between my parted thighs. A rush of breath escaped my lips as Lucy parted my outer lips with her thumbs and flicked out her tongue to taste the first drops of honey that had begun to gather there.

Ramon

I smile as I stand letting Lucy walk over to Zoya I cum up behind Tonya raping my arms around her as we watch Lucy start to eat Zoya. I kiss Tonya neck letting my hands cup her breasts rolling her nipples with my fingers until there like two pebbles. I let on hand slide down her stomach coming to her bard pussy lips. I gently rub them felling her growing wet under my touch. I slide two fingers up in to her cunt fucking her slowly causing her to moan with plesher as my fingers are coated with her juices. I bring my wet fingers to my lips licking them clean moaning with her taste.

I feel my cock jerk agentst her ass as my excitement grows. I take her to the bed having her get up on all four in front of me. She moans with anticipation as she shakes her ass at me. I slap it leaving a red hand mark behind causing her to moan louder. I let my cock head slide up and down her out her lips coating it with her juices. I then push in to her slowly teasingly. I smile as she begins to bag me to fuck her hard and fast. I look over at Zoya a lust filled smile on my face as I watch Tonya eating her cunt.

I begin to slam in to Lucy faster and harder as I watch the other two I her Lucy begin to shoat with her first orgasm. I feel her inner walls begin to writhe around my cock as her orgasmic energy flows in to me causing me to slam in to faster wanting to cum. I faintly hear her screaming with orgasm after orgasm as I watch the object of my true lust being eaten by another. Suddenly I feel my balls grow tit as my orgasm builds my head rolls back as I rare with my relies my seed exploding in to her causing her to have her most intense orgasm yet. I hear her yell with her one orgasm. I draw deeply form her enhancing my one plesher and making it last longer.

I finely start coming down form the hits of ecstasy panting for breath sweet poring form every pore of my body. I look down seeing Lucy lying motionless under me. I frown still looking threw a haze of plesher. I then look at Zoya forgetting the girl under me I slide my still throbbing cock out of her and I move over to Zoya I kneel next to her head offering her my cock socket with the girls and my cum. I smile down at her lust filing my eyes as I say she was dolishes.