There's something fundamentally depraved within the act of an individual being used against their own will, and even more so when the same depravity allows another to achieve pleasure.
Yet while drowning in the depths of the unknown, one can discover the darkest secrets about their own desires.
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Smoke crept across the room, encompassing the entire dance-floor. Within moments the darkness exploded as beams of multicolored lights protruded through the settling haze. Between the booming bass and the technicolor clouds consuming the raves young dancers, the midnight rave was nearly a carnival.
It was in the midst of this enthralling party that I met my future tormentor: Kendra. Who knows if that was even her real name; no one uses their actual names at these types of events. In fact, I didn't even give her my real name... I never had the chance to.
All she must have seen was a half naked cosplayer and his tight body gyrating inside the haze, drunk off the attention of the females dancing around him. I'd like to think that it was my appearance that ultimately drew her to me, but in retrospect I suspect she eyed me as easy target... a simple prey. So simple, in fact, that she used the least bit of effort to draw me into her trap..
She approached covered in just as little clothing as I wore, the sweat on her body causing her to glisten even within the dense fog.
A bright red beam broke through the smoke, illuminating the dance floor before me.
Her sweat soaked figure was gorgeous.
Her body tight and her breasts firm.
She was barely covered in her matching cosplay... and she was coming my way.
Her body seemed louder than any music booming from the speakers.
"What luck" I couldn't help but think to myself as the vixen crept closer to me. She was dressed in what might be considered a pitiful excuse for a bra, with a skirt that rode so high you could almost see the bottom of her panties. Her tan legs were long and helped her cover the distance between us quickly. She was draped in the costume of a female villain to the hero of the same show that I was dressed as.
Even as the red lights dimmed around us, I could see the desire painted in her eyes.
A moment later a bright green light took its place, making the situation unraveling before me seem even more hypnotic.
Her gaze was now locked directly on to mine.
She was close enough that I could take in every detail of her, and the other girls around me slowly seemed to fade away into the dimming green that enveloped our two bodies.
Now the room was pitch black, but the music continued to boom.
"Room 215; five minutes. I want you stripped and on your stomach when I arrive. Don't look up from the bed"
I felt a hand slip a key-card into my own.
My lips parted to speak as I tried to respond to the sweet, soft voice, but the darkness was shattered by a bright yellow and I could see she was gone.
The girls dancing around me had gone as well..
I was standing alone in the darkness, looking down at the room key in my hand.
There's an initial nervousness that comes over most people during any random hookup. It's a unique sensation, one caused by the fear of the unknown intertwining with the rush of raw excitement.
A thousand thoughts fogged my logic as each step brought me closer to Room 215, the room I had been ordered to be inside within the next two minutes.
"What if this is all a setup? Am I dreaming? What if she's not alone? Did I have too much to drink? Should I tell anyone where I'm going-" my thoughts suddenly silenced themselves as my eyes stared at the digits in front of me. "Room 215," was the only thought within my mind as I quickly pulled my phone out and saw that I was down to the last minute.
Doing my best to put my fears to rest, I slid the card into its slot and heard the click of the lock release. I slipped inside to find the average two bedroom hotel room was already lit, though noticeably empty.
30 seconds...
I did my best to strip my toned frame out of what little clothing still covered it.
First came the boots which I had to undo in a hurried mess, then the pants which seemingly refused to release themselves from my legs. The half vest slipped off easily enough it, but one item still remained... my briefs.
5 seconds...
As quick I could, I slid the briefs down my strong thighs and onto the floor, kicking them across the room as my exposed semi-erect shaft swung freely now in the open air. In one swift motion, I flung myself onto the nearest bed, landing on my stomach.
TIME!
The sound of my heart beating inside my broad chest was almost deafening.
My breaths were quick.
My pulse was racing.
A second passed, then two, then three... then...
*Click*
The sound of a lock opening filled my ears, followed by the creak of a door.
My breath was hot on my face, which I had buried into the mattress. As footsteps hurried into the room, I had to use all of what little focus I had left to resist the temptation to look up at the their source.
