In the Blood (closed)

[deevo]

I watch her pad slowly down a side street, light jacket open in the balmy heat to reveal a cheap polyester waitress uniform. She'd be prettier if she smiled more, all dimples and blonde hair tied up in a neat bun. Honestly, I'm doing this one a favour.

I can hear her heartbeat from up here - slow, methodical, consistent. She's walked this route home every night for almost a year, ever since she got the waitress job. It wasn't exactly a career choice. Eventually, she figures, the right person will read one of her poems and things will turn around. She has an acoustic guitar that she keeps meaning to learn how to play, but she never will.

I know this because I've been in her apartment. I've watched her walking home. I've stood up on this fire escape a hundred times without her even noticing. Too busy looking down to see the danger above her.

She's not the only one, of course. I keep a few girls on my radar at any one time. Tonight it could have been the Korean girl preparing to elope with her secret boyfriend, or the skinny hooker on 6th Street. But I want to taste the blonde tonight. I've stood in her apartment and watched her sleep, indulging in the aroma of her blood. I've teased and denied myself long enough.

She will be the third girl; I'll probably wait a week or two and finish off with another before I leave town. It's important to keep moving. You can't hide every body perfectly; eventually, you make a mistake and a pattern starts forming. Not that I'm particularly concerned. I keep a variety of fake IDs on me. I've had enough time to develop some quite impressive accents and learn some quite varied languages.

Time is one of the few things I have in abundance. Time and hunger.

The edge of my vision is red and I can feel my teeth pressing against my lips. You can only control it for so long, though like anything else, that becomes easier with practice. I'm everything you expect me to be - tall, dark and handsome, all pale skin and dark grey eyes. And naturally, what you see is far different from what you get.

For the first time, I let her know that I'm there.

Some prefer to seduce; they like the taste of lust on their lips. I enjoy it myself, but sometimes you want some fear. Fear is as primal as lust and has an added kick when you swallow it. I let her hear soft footsteps on the fire escape, but slip into the shadows before she can spot me. I leap easily and quietly from one to the next, then skip across the alley and land with a crash on the other side.

That's got her moving.

She looks back once more and that's when I let her see me, falling from about fifteen feet above her. I have her in my embrace before she can take a breath and my teeth have pierced her neck before she can scream. The bite has a paralytic effect, freezing the vocal chords so she can give little more than a gasp as I greedily suck on the wound. I feel nothing less than elation, hot blood shot through with terror running through my throat.

I'm almost done when he enters from the opposite end of the street. Shit! Shit! I should have heard him coming, but I was too busy enjoying the kill. She's almost gone now, but I wanted to make this neater. Now I don't have any choice but to hide the truth as best I can.

I bite hard into her throat and tear out a chunk around the bite. I wish I'd had time to use my knife. I could kill him, too, but then I have twice as mig a mess to clean up, which is never fun on a full stomach. But with my hunger sated, my mind is clearer. He's running forward, a thick-necked bull of a man. I drop the girl and regret the lost claret pumping weakly from the wound.

I spin away and rush back into the darkness. I am shadow, I am mist. And then I'm gone.

 

[momoftwins13]

One homicide after another. Bloody body after bloody body. That was why my life consisted of these days. Oh, the life of a homicide detective. I sighed as I sank into the pillowy cushion of my king sized mattress. It had been a long day and was already 11pm. I was wiped.

I hadn't bothered to take my long brunette hair out of its updo yet or even change out of my black pants and white collared shirt. I was too tired. I had been at a come scene since 2am- 21 hours of processing the scene and searching for evidence. Someone had been shot point blank in the head. Poor soul. Lord only knew why.

I let my eyes flutter closed only to have them fly open or hour later. My work phone was ringing.

Groggily I picked it up and put it to my ear. "Montgomery" I answered in a clipped voice. This better be good.

"Andi, we got another one" it was my partner, Shane. I groaned loudly as I climbed from bed, glad I hadn't changed.

I got the details that were known as I drove. A real gruesome one. Some poor waitress had had half of her throat ripped out by something or someone and left in an alley.

I pulled up to the scene, the colored lights nearly blinding at first until my eyes adjusted. Shane strode over and helped me out of my car- ever the gentleman. He eyed me up and down.

"Damn, same clothes?? Slob." Ok ... Maybe not so gentlemanly.

I flipped him the bird and headed toward the crime scene. My eyes took everything in as I did. Bad neighborhood. Lots of drugs. Could be a drug deal gone bad. I saw the girl lying prone on the asphalt and immediately notice something.

"There's barely any blood. Was he dumped here?"

Shane shook his head. "Don't appear that way. No marks on the body or ground to suggest that... Pretty puzzling."

I snapped on a pair of latex gloves.

"Let's get to it" I said, stepping through the police tape and beginning to process the scene with Shane by my side.

 

[deevo]

I try to avoid the usual places you'd think to find a transient killer. Rundown motels and squats seem like the obvious hideouts, because who's going to notice one more lowlife?

Other lowlifes, naturally, with an eye for trouble. They'd never risk someone coming in and making a scene, ruining their nicely-ordered hellhole.

So I don't stay in any one place for longer than a few days. A nice little hotel where I can rest up easy, with the occasional hovel or abandoned shell of a building. Occasionally, I get my hooks into someone and stay with them. But this can be dangerous; soon, their obsession becomes too great and I have to decide whether I can let their strange behaviour slide or if I have to deal with another body.

Right now, I'm staying at a three star hotel at the edge of town. It's a neat little place, the perfect stopover on my way out of the city. I left the window open so I could drift up here without being seen, save for the droplets of blood caught in the air. I shower and leave my shirt in the tub to soak. I'll wash out the blood later, but it's probably time to check out anyway.

I switch the TV on. Given the violent nature of her death, my young waitress will probably be major news sooner or later. She finally makes the air well after midnight, on some news wrap-up. The network have some permed blonde with a microphone trying to get the attention of the police.

"Just a few questions!" she half-pleads and I sit back on the bed, interested to see what information they share.

 

[momoftwins13]

I glance at my watch and groan. Almost midnight. We had finally finished go over the crime scene with a fine tooth comb. And Shane and I are at a complete loss. This is a disturbing case. We found that out when we looked closer at the victim. Someone literally bit a chunk of her throat out and left her to die. The only problem is there's no blood. No hint of her having been moved. It's mind boggling. Where did the blood go??

We took whatever DNA we could from the scene and victim. There was no sign of a struggle. As if she just willingly gave up and let the murderer do this. Very strange.

I yawn as I walk to my car again. Suddenly I'm being harassed by some perky blonde reporter. I fight the urge to snap on her. She is just doin her job, even though she's being a pesky little bug.

"Ma'am we have already given our statement for this crime. When we have more information we will give it to you..."

"But we heard there was not enough blood here for the crime. Is that true? Where's the blood?!"

I feel my face tighten in anger. That detail shouldn't be available to the public yet.

"I have no comment ma'am".

With that I climb into my car and shut the door in the girls face. Sighing, I crank the engine and head home only to fall into a slumber of 18 hours without stirring.

 

[deevo]

I used to find the media circus entertaining, but that was when I was less concerned about the risks. Back then, I left a score of bodies in numerous cities that, if they had the technology back then that they possess now, would have built up a healthy case against me.

These days I keep my eyes and ears open just to ensure the net isn't closing in. I glance up at the screen. The reporter is shoving her microphone into the face of a pretty brunette who looks like she needs a strong coffee. You don't need to smell her or watch her aura to know she's radiating frustration.

She didn't seem happy with the reporter's questions, not at all. Something tells me the witness called the local station right after dialling 911 - hell, maybe before. I wonder how much he knows about me? It was dark in the alley, but did he see enough to give the cops a good description?

I really should have just killed him...

No point crying over the past, I've found. I need to consider a new approach. I can't leave the city until I know they won't be able to follow me.

The cop, the brunette. If she's the one in charge of the investigation, then she's the one I need to track down. I could make enough noise to get her attention, draw her out into the open. Then I just have to get close.

I pull my soaking clothes from the tub and hang them up to dry. I have a few hours before dawn, but I don't want to rush myself or cause more trouble returning so soon to the scene of the crime. So I keep the TV on in the background, waiting for any useful information - a name, an address, a number.

 

[momoftwins13]

Six PM. I can't believe I slept 18 hours. I can't believe I was ABLE to sleep 18 hours. Feeling refreshed I get up and get a shower. I have a press conference at 7. Better hurry. I quickly dress in a black skirt and white collared shirt-again. Standard uniform for me.

I arrive at the press conference at 655pm. The media is making noise about several murders in the area lately. They think they're related but I can tell they aren't. Different MO's, different styles and techniques. The first five were pretty routine. It's this last one that has me stumped.

The whole lack of blood thing. Where did it go?? And she never fought. Like she never saw it coming. I don't understand it.

My chief takes the podium first and introduces mes

"Andrea Maverick, head of homicide investigations will take it from here".

Show time.

I get up and do my thing explaining how we can't release any details but we don't see any reason to believe the murders are related. We are closing in on naming suspects. We are doing all that we can.

The same old bullshit we always feed the media. We can be reached at yada yada yada if you have any info.

I then step down and turn the questions over to the chief. Shane is standing beside me.

"Wanna get a burger after this?" He whispers and I nod. Food. I haven't had any in two days. I need sustenance to get through all of this.

 

[deevo]

I'm in a bar when the press conference is aired. It's hard to hear everything she says, but the network is good enough to display her name. Andrea Maverick - it's a very American name.

I'm not American, though I have a good Midwestern accent. That's the accent that isn't an accent; it leaves me nice and anonymous when I speak. To be honest, I've lived so many lives of various lengths that it's difficult to remember where it all started sometimes. But I don't let that frustrate me. I've known peers to drive themselves mad, latching on to old manners.

I pay for my drink and leave. That's one thing that, sadly, I've never been able to get rid of: remembering the taste of food and drink. None of it is any good now. I just vomit everything back up after a half hour, which seems like a terrible waste of brandy. But I still enjoy the smell and the taste.

Anyway, to work now. I need to get this Maverick's attention. Leaving another corpse with a cliche killer's note might work, but I don't have time to play games.

No, what we need isn't a body, but a survivor. Someone who was almost the next victim instead becomes an eyewitness and can provide important details. It matters little that the details will be as hazy as anything else the police have. I just have to give them a little bait, a pattern they can piece together.

Stalking a girl that will definitely call the police is harder than it sounds. Many women won't bother, feeling that it would be a waste of time - or, if their personal life choices make dealing with the police a potential hazard, they'll kid themselves into thinking they can take care of it. I also need to find a girl in a similar situation as the waitress.

For this reason alone, I visit a Burger King. I love the scents and sights of food. This place makes me retch.

But they have exactly what I'm looking for. Another blonde, chubby and cute, early twenties. Thus, we have what TV cops call an "M.O."

I follow the girl, who thankfully walks home alone. I'm nowhere near as quiet as I normally am; shuffling feat, rattling fences, whatever it takes to put her on edge. And then I pounce, screaming as I do. She screams in response and, because I'm barely trying, she breaks free of my grip and races away.

There. With any luck, she saw me just long enough to describe a tall, pale man, dark hair and eyes, possibly early twenties. She could be describing a million men in this city, but it will hopefully be enough.

Shame, really. She was drenched in fear at the end. She would have been delicious.

 

[momoftwins13]

I'm sitting at the diner with Shane when my phone rings.

"Maverick" I answer.

"Andi I got something you might wanna know. Young cook from Burger King just called in. She got assaulted on the way home. Same area as last nights murder. Man came from behind and went for her throat. Tall guy. Muscular. Pale. Dark hair and eyes. Young. Sounds like same guy possibly from last night. Same MO at least".

I chew my burger. "I'll go check it out."

"And another thing. DNA came back on that bite. Strange though. It's a match ... To a guy from years ago. He should be dead by now. Doesn't make sense."

Another confusing clue. What the hell is going on?

"Pay the bill. Ill catch next one" I tell Shane as I grab my stuff and brief him on the updates.

"Want me to come? Guy sounds psycho" Shane says and I shake my head.

"Go home to your wife and kids ill be fine".

With that i jump in my car and head in that direction. I find where the Kel was supposedly attacked. Nowhere for a man to hide. He must have been following her and she didn't know.

I stand there, hands on my hips, looking around for any clues I can find.

 

[deevo]

I've read stories where vampires turn into bats and rats as well as other dark and dangerous creatures, but I've never seen it, myself. It simply comes down to mass - how can a man become a bat? Where does the rest of him go? It's a nice image, but that's all it is.

But mist? I can be mist. I can drift on the breeze and slide into shadows. So I do that now, dispersed into the darkness. Here I feel so much more than in my usual form. It is something akin to being alive again.

I am amazed when she shows up alone. Miss Maverick, have you no sense? Don't you know there's a dangerous killer in this neighbourhood? But it says something about her that she takes this challenge alone. First through the breach, eh detective?

I could take her right here, perhaps. I could leave her on the pavement as a message to anyone who gets in my way. But then I'm a cop killer, which increases the heat tenfold. And I still wouldn't know how much she's got on me. But she's found my trail of breadcrumbs and now I just have to lead her further down the path.

There's a card in my pocket - when I have a pocket - for a club downtown. The perfect place for me to watch her, packed as it is with goth girls and hipster boys, getting whipped by powerful men and women in dark back rooms while the rest dance to shitty industrial music. I wonder how brave you're feeling, Andrea?

I come back to myself in an alley and knock aside some trash cans. The card I toss behind me and I rush off to see what else the night has in store for me.

 

[momoftwins13]

I don't see anything around me that seems odd or stands out. Nothing that would make me think it had belonged or was from a murderer. It's like another dead end. Frustrated I turn back towards my car, but suddenly I hear trash cans being knocked over. I spin in that direction but see nothing.

Cat? I can't be sure.

I walk in that direction and could swear I heard a footstep but I guess I could be wrong. I search all around the trash cans and don't see a thing, until some business card catches my eye. I pick it up and read it.

Pulling my phone out I dial Shane.

"You ok?" He asks immediately.

"No problems. Question though. I found this card. Does the name ring a bell?"

Shane thinks for a moment. "Oh yeah I've heard of that place. Sketchy. Rumors it's some underground sex club but never proved."

"Think it's worth checking out?"

"Seems like a place someone might hang out if they get there rocks off by hurting or killing women. Sure. Want an escort?"

"No thanks Shane I'm ok. Have a good night".

I stuff the card in my pocket and glance at my attire. Not exactly what Shane described. But I roll the skirt twice so it barely covers my ass, then I unbutton the white blouse and show a ton of cleavage and it might pass.

Glancing at my watch I head towards this club.

I pull up and see people lined up down the block. Fluffing my hair I add some red lipstick and step out. I sashay towards the front of the line to the security card. Treading slowly I smile and approach him.

"Hey handsome" I purr softly. "I have an appointment in here in fifteen minutes. Any chance I can squeeze in?"

The burly man smiles appreciatively at me and blatantly looks down my shirt and around at my ass. It makes my skin crawl but he then nods and moves aside. Sometimes being a looker really comes in handy.

I enter the club and look around.

 

[deevo]

I take the scenic route. I'm in no rush; I don't even know if she'll go there tonight. But she seems the type - a little impulsive, determined to crack the case, no matter what. They're the kind of cop I've always been wary of, if only because there's a chance they could actually help people.

But even a good cop is only human and I am far more than human.

I've dressed neatly for the occasion: black shoes, black jacket, black trousers, red shirt. It's a little cliche, but it could be worse; I could be covered in ruffles and spend countless hours waxing about the pain of immortality to easily impressed goth girls.

Not that I'm opposed to goth girls, of course. They make an easy snack.

I approach the door. As per usual, the bouncer doesn't recognise me. That's the way I like it, fogging up his memory enough so that he can never give anyone a proper description of me.

"Back o' the line, bro," he says, standing tall.

"You don't know who I am, do you?" I ask and he shakes his head, unimpressed. But I can meet his eyes and that's all it takes to start weaving seeds of doubt and charming my way through the door.

"I was here last week with the owner," I say, speaking quietly so he has to lean in and concentrate. "Remember? I said you were doing a great job, that we appreciated it."

He smiles and slowly nods his head. Some people want to be kings; others just want to be recognised as good servants. He lets me through and I pat his back.

The club is already full of people in various states of dress. But this isn't where the fun happens, not at all. That's in the dark rooms beyond the main dance floor, where only the chosen few get to play and explore their darkest desires. It's a select group; the risk is always that a cop will slip through.

I wonder what they'd say if I invited one?

To my pleasant surprise, there you are, looking fetching as ever though out of place. I follow you for a few moments, slipping between ravers and leather fans, until I stand beside you and place one hand gently on your elbow.

"You look like you're in the wrong place," I say, smiling. I turn to you, my eyes on yours. It takes a little concentration on my part as I try to lower your defenses and your inhibitions.

"I'll buy you a drink," I offer, "and you can tell me what brings you here. Maybe I can help."

 

[momoftwins13]

Who would find this type of place appealing? I ask myself.

Masochists. Criminals even.

I glance around and decide to saddle up to the bar to observe. I have no clue what I'm even looking for. I don't expect anybody to jump out and say "I just nurseries somebody!!!!", but damn wouldn't that be nice!?

As I'm watching the patrons, I notice a few important looking people entering some back rooms and I wonder what's back there, idly.

I'm startled when suddenly there is a man at my elbow, talking. I turn and take him in, noticing he is very handsome in a pale, sort of gothic way. He is tall, with dark hair. I can't make out his eyes in the dark club.

"Good evening" I say with a charming smile. "I'm new here. First time visiting. I had heard some nice things about here.

Lie.

"A drink would be nice. Maybe it would help me loosen up and have some fun".

Another lie. I won't loosen up in here. No way.

"My name is Andi. Andrea, actually, but I prefer Andi. Andi Coleman".

Lie number three. He doesn't need to know my last name.

"And you are?"

 

[deevo]

She puts on a good front and if I couldn't hear her heartbeat, I'd probably believe that she was just some curious girl looking for an adventure. But Andrea Maverick can't hide who she is when her face was all over the news only the night before.

"Vodka martini for the lady," I tell the bartender, then turn back to face her. I lean against the bar, making no secret of my interest. For one thing, it's that kind of place. For another, she's a very attractive woman. Her career gave her a hardness that matched the gentle curves of her frame. And the truth is, I've always been something of a stickler for brunettes.

"My name is Maxwell," I tell her. "But you can call me Max, if you prefer. And whoever told you nice things about this place was lying. There's nothing 'nice' about this club... but that doesn't mean it's not fun."

I give her a wide grin and her drink arrives. I hand the bartender a bill and look back to Andrea.

"I think you're here because you're just curious. Are you the curious type, Ms. Coleman?"

 

[momoftwins13]

I stare at this man curiously as he explains the club.

"What about this place is so not-nice, Max?" I ask him as I accept his proffered drink and take a very small sip. "I see people drinking and people dancing. That all seems innocent enough".

"I guess you could say I am the curious type for sure. I like to ask a lot of questions. My mama used to always say I was too nosy for my own good and someday it would get me into trouble. But so far it has only gotten me the answers that I've wanted".

"What do you do for a living, Max?" I ask as I study him and everyone around. It's hard to get a read on Max and figure out what he's about - and this frustrates me as I'm good at reading people any other time.

He is wearing the same sort of clothes as everyone else around and yet he has more of a presence when he is near. People seem to notice him way more than others. Some are drawn near it appears, while others seem to avoid him. I wonder why.

 

[deevo]

"Of course it seems innocent," I say, leaning in and smiling. "Everyone seems innocent, but who really is?" I nod towards one of the doors leading into the back rooms.

"If you really want to sate your curiosity, you need to go through there. But be careful, you might prove mama right."

I chuckle, glancing out at the clubbers shifting back and forth on the dance floor. The place smells of sweat and sex, hormones running rampant, pheromones in the air. It's the type of place that always gets me going. Even if I'm not hungry, this place makes me want to feed.

I look back at Andrea, taking a moment to consider the vein in her neck. It takes only a pound of pressure to break the skin...

"I'm independently wealthy," I answer, which is true. You don't live as long as I have without picking up a few things about bonds, bank accounts and the stock market. "But what do you do? What does a curious woman who always gets the answers she wants do for a living?" I stare at her, my eyes trailing down and up slowly. I want her to feel caught; I want her to worry for a moment. I finally smile.

"Journalist, perhaps? Looking to uncover a story in this den of sin? Writer looking for inspiration? You strike me as the literary type."

 

[momoftwins13]

"So you're saying if I go through those doors I might get into trouble? I sincerely doubt that" I tell Max. He informed me that he is wealthy and I nod. I can believe that. His clothes are expensive looking and he's very put together like someone who has money.

"Me? I'm nothing fun like that. I'm an accountant. I save my nosiness for my personal life." I lie smoothly.

I lean back against the bar and take a very tiny sip of my drink and think this is definitely the kind of place a murderer would probably hang out. But I had nothing to go on. He was tall. A lot of the men in here were tall.

I need to ask some questions without becoming obvious.

"I heard there was a murder nearby here the other night." I say trying to sound as if I'm making conversation. "I saw it on the news. Isn't that crazy? i almost didn't come here tonight because of it".

 

[deevo]

"An accountant?" I roll my eyes and add, "No wonder you're here, you need some excitement in your life. And believe me, you'd get into trouble. I can tell, you're the type."

I shouldn't give too much away. I want to see how long she can spin the lie and how far she's willing to go in order to get the answers she craves. I'm not going to push too much; I want to watch her jump in.

I'm surprised by the directness of her approach, however, when she mentions the murders.

"Was there?" I ask casually. "Yes, I think I heard something about that. And yet you still came here, even with your worries. Now what does that tell me?" I lean in close, lowering my voice, almost whispering into her ear.

"It tells me you actively want trouble." I straighten up and motion to the bartender. "Finish your drink, I'm getting another round."

 

[momoftwins13]

I watch as he orders more drinks. I stifle a groan. I didn't want this one. I need my wits about me. Two drinks won't get me drunk... But still.

"Hey, what can I say?" I reply, taking another drink. "Like you said. I like trouble I guess. Although murder probably wouldn't be all that fun" I wrinkle my nose playfully and smile.

"So are you going to tell me what's behind those doors or just leave me in the dark? I told you I'm curious and the wondering is killin me. What's back there? Strippers or something?"

In accept the second drink and pretend to take a sip without actually doing so. I don't want to offend him and I need to try and find more info... But I really don't want this second drink.

"Can anyone go back there, or just VIP?"

 

[deevo]

I admired her bluntness in a way. She struck me as the type who didn't believe in cold cases and wasn't afraid to step on toes to get things done. She would probably find me, one way or another. It was just her misfortune that I found her first.

"If you're so curious," I said, grinning, "I can take you. You're right, you need to be of a certain social circle. But you can enter... with an invitation."

I chuckled and stepped away from the bar, motioning towards on the doorways.

"I warn you, though, that this isn't a spectator sport," I add. "You may very well be invited to join in on the fun; newcomers often raise a lot of interest. The question is, Miss... Coleman: do you have the guts?"

I had a feeling that would hit a nerve. But did she really understand what she was getting herself into. Behind those doors was a world of fantasies realised and fetishes celebrated. And more importantly, it was a place where someone like me could show his true colours.

 

[momoftwins13]

Do I have the guts? It's like a playground taunt... And I fall right for it.

"Of course I have the guts. As for participation... How bad could it be?"

I stand from the bar, grabbing my unwanted drink. I gestured for him to proceed me. My curiosity is killing me by now and I wish I could shove him to the door. I want to find out so much about these killings, however being able to blow the whistle on this place as well would be good.

They wound their way through the crowd of people, bumping into a few due to the limited space. They reached the door that led to the back and she glanced at him.

"I'm ready" she said, smiling flirtatiously.

She expected the door to open to strippers giving all kinds of illegal blow jobs and fucking for money. But what she didn't expect to see was what was hidden behind the door and from their ears.

Her jaw hit the floor and she glanced at him then back
Again.

 

[deevo]

I had to give her credit for not backing down. I suppose part of me knew she wouldn't and that's what pushed me to drop the card in the first place. I wanted to know how far she'd really go. I wanted to shock her.

There's little more shocking than walking through a door and coming face to face with a naked girl on an X-frame.

Actually, it's more "face to ass," and a rather nice ass at that. The blonde on the X-frame must still be in college, though the man taking a riding crop to those round cheeks is definitely older. I lead Andrea onwards, chuckling as the Dom seems to appraise her for a place on the frame.

It's not all spanking subs, of course. A tall, slender woman was using a half-naked man as a bench while others engaged in all kinds of debauchery. There were drinks but no drugs (no visible drugs, at least); a young Japanese woman in a schoolgirl uniform smiled at us and raised her skirt to reveal the dildo strapped between her thighs.

"Still feeling brave?" I asked. I reached down and squeezed her ass gently, grinning as I looked around and saw a couple of people in a dark corner, unseen by all but me, opening up small cuts and licking away the blood. "Still think participation is a big deal?"

I suppose I could have made her do whatever I wanted - all it would take is a gaze into her eyes and the right power behind the words. But making her squirm was much more fun.

 

[momoftwins13]

I honestly couldn't believe what I was witnessing before my eyes. Women being used as play things, being whipped, being fucked with toys. Men as well. I had expected a strip club of sorts. Maybe some prostitution. This... This was mind blowing to me. People were chained to frames like animals. And yet somewhere deep down inside it must have aroused me in a way because I felt myself grow damp.

"Is this legal?" I finally asked Max, knowing full well what the answer is. A man in total black leather walks by and blatantly checks out my chest, then reaches out with a burly hand and hefts one tit into his palm, his palm rasping my nipple. Surprised, I step back, pressed against Max's hard chest, and stay there. He feels safer than anything else to me in this room. I would rather remain in contact with him at that time.

The older man chuckles delightedly.

"Fresh meat, huh boy? Nice one" he says, eyeing me up like a piece of meat for sale before walking away.

I can't believe the way people are being treated behind these doors. And they seem to be doing it voluntarily which blows my mind even further. I watch as one girl is strapped to a wooden chair, her legs spread wide. Then, the man who just played with my tit walks up to her. He caresses her face and she SMILES at him.

Then the man begins. I stand there mesmerized. He caresses body gently like a lover from head to toe including her tits and pussy. Her legs are spread so wide you can see her hole, wide open and ready. Then he pulls out an absolutely huge dildo. The biggest I've ever seen. My eyes widen and I instinctively step closer to Max's big body.

"That's huge" I murmur, to myself or him, I'm not sure.

First the man makes the girl lick and suck the huge rubber cock, then he runs it along her juicy slit. And then he presses the fist sized head of it against her opening, making her head fall back and her hands curl into fists.

 

[deevo]

I watched with an impassive expression, but in truth I found the scene exciting. The girl was perhaps too tight for the toy, which was rather thick. But she never cried out a safe word or asked the man to stop; she simply moaned and tried to open her legs even further apart, chafing at the binds around her ankles.

I was a little annoyed by the older man's forward behaviour, but it's the kind of thing I've come to expect. You meet all types in this world, including uncouth oafs. But this oaf did have a hot little number strapped to his chair.

She screamed and her pussy was stretched tight around the head of the dildo, which finally popped inside of her. The man twisted the rubber shaft slowly, easing it in further. Her eyes rolled back in her skull while her head lolled from side to side, agony and ecstasy etched on her face. He was working up a steady rhythm when he looked back at us.

"Enjoying the show?" he asked with a chuckle. He let go of the dildo and motioned towards it, adding, "Want to help?"

"I told you this wasn't just a spectator sport," I murmured. I gave Andrea a little push from behind, forcing her forward a step. The girl in the chair watched us intently, licking her lips.

"Fuck me," she gasped, her pussy spread obscenely by the toy. "Please fuck me..."

 

[momoftwins13]

My eyes grow wide as the man asks me to join. I begin to shake my head until Max pushes me forward. A tremble runs through my body and I glance back at Max. Do I do this? It's consensual... And yet it seems so incredibly wrong. The girl in the chair has to be in pain, and yet she begs me to fuck her with the fake cock.

I can't help it, my nose wrinkles at the thought of touching another woman's pussy. I see several people staring intently at me as I reach out slowly. Taking the dildo in the very tips of my fingers I slowly slide it inside the woman before me. Her pussy sucking it in, I can see juices literally dripping from her slit to floor. I begin to move the dildo in and out slowly not wanting to hurt her.

After only a few seconds I try to stop, letting go and backing up. I'm dismayed to find myself wet. Not at the prospect of playing with this girl but at the authoritative presence these men in the room have. It's kind of hot in a way... And yet they're brutal.

I glance at Max. Does he do this to women? The silent question is written upon my face as I glance at him.

 

[deevo]

She hesitated... but not for long. Even as I saw the concern and doubt in her eyes, Andrea's hand still gripped the dildo. She fucked the girl with tenderness and care, sliding the slick dildo back and forth while the bound girl moaned and purred with total pleasure. The man moved his focus to the girl's breasts, fondling and pinching her nipples, nibbling on the sensitive nubs to make her groan again.

I was getting excited, too. I knew other people were watching the newcomer join in the fun. I could feel my own arousal building as I stepped closer, almost whispering into Andrea's ear.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked. "Do you like knowing how much power you have? You can give this girl pleasure, or take it away. It feels good, doesn't it - power, I mean?"

I stood beside Andrea and ran a finger around the bound woman's clit. As the dildo moved back and forth, I collected her juices on my finger and held it up.

"See what you've done to her?" I asked. "See the gift she's giving you?" I held my finger closer, almost touching Andrea's lips.

"Take it," I said quietly, firmly. "Won't you take the gift she's given you?"