[Features: Rough sex, ferocious sex, non-con elements, femdom, art, post-orgasm torture, over doing it, graffiti.]
There was paint on the walls. I don't know why but that's what stood out to me at first. It took my brain an extra second to kick in why that was what I noticed. The paint was neon, bright, someone had spray painted it all around the wall and completely haphazard. Sure, that was all normal in say, an alleyway, but this was inside a building.
It was the incongruity of seeing something outside on the inside that had gotten to me.
My friend Dave was already schmoozing along, talking to everyone he saw like they were an old pal and more than a few were giving him happy looks and nods and fist bumps. Which would all be normal, somewhat, at other places but not when everyone looked like they had decided the 80's and the 90's needed even more rockstars.
Dave had taken me to a rave, even though he kept saying that it was "less a Rave and more just a club with bright lights." If this was his idea of a club, we needed to have a talk.
Lights weren't just pounding, they were flashing and mesmerizing and coating the walls in their displays. I had been to concerts with less artistic flair. Combined with the freely spray painted walls and the quite literal underground nature, it gave everyone and everything an alien vibe where at any moment a flash of light could roll over you and change you.
Now, this wasn't my scene, this wasn't my crowd, this was almost the exact opposite of everything I normally did. People were head banging and dancing to something that sounded like a mix of techno and what I swear I had only heard while playing sci-fi video games. That kind of low futuristic melody mixed with a pounding pop.
There were bodies everywhere, glitter, I could smell the fumes from people spray painting the walls at this very moment, determined to add their own mark. In seconds Dave had been noticed, found, and slowly taken away, the damn socialite. He waved me off saying "Enjoy yourself!" and then he was gone.
God damn him, I'll never find him in this mess and hell, I don't know if I'll even be able to find the exit at this rate. I should've just left at this point but Dave had dragged me here and as badly as I wanted to leave, it also felt wrong to do so the moment I walked into the area. Still, about 5 minutes of pumping music, being shoved against dancing bodies, and being rocked by a mix of light and shadows was plenty enough to tell me that I wanted to get the hell out of here.
I eventually ended up free from the crowd. It was like I had survived the ocean and found myself on a beach. This was the back area, where there were a few people, well, by comparison, doing art or chilling more casually, less hard rock and head banging and crazy movements and screaming and more nodding their head and relaxing against the wall. Like they were in their element but had decided to stop for a smoke break. That was literal in more than a few cases and be it weed, cigs, or drugs, they all looked mellow.
This didn't actually calm me much. I felt like I had been dropped by the ocean into a lair full of predators. The place was only lit up by people and the lights and the lights had a nasty way of not always being everywhere. So there would be times where the only sign of the people here were the lit lights coming from their blunts, the reflection from everything or nothing at all, and when the light passed over they would suddenly appear from the darkness.
It was terrifying, like going from surviving a hurricane to ending up in deep dark waters while all the predators are slowly noticing the completely average guy that can't swim. Some were smiling in amusement, some were frowning in annoyance, most didn't care, but others were looking at me with malicious glee and I for the life of me couldn't figure out why. Was I about to be robbed or something?
Then, as one, all of them looked my way for a second and then away the next moment and I knew that this was it. I could feel whatever "this" was had just gone from a category 1 to a category 5 in an instant. I had been the weird, noticeable outsider, and now someone "big" had taken notice of me. It felt like high school all over again but way bigger and way scarier.
"Hey."
I turned around and for a moment was struck dumb as I looked directly at a neon alien. Light was oozing and moving around her body, she was lit in runic patterns, she was wearing a mask that covered the bottom half of her face, and the half that wasn't colored was somehow, lit up, and featured a fierce fanged look. Her hair was glowing with a deep dark purple light, her hands were leaking white energy, maroon spray paint marred her stomach in patterns I couldn't begin to guess the meaning of, and she was wearing nothing besides what looked like light Gym wear. It was the eyes that struck me dumb really. I wasn't aware that it was even possible to have glowing yellow eyes. It was like the goddess of spray paint, graffiti, and raves had appeared in front of me.
I remembered, briefly, in my dumbstruck mind that everyone had looked at me and then quickly away from me once they saw her. That boded poorly for me in a variety of ways. A slight tickling sensation from my survival instinct told me that I was looking at a predator.
"Hey, what's your name?"
The question was so mundane after seeing something so fantastical that I nearly fumbled the answer. Well, worse than I already did.
"N-name? Jack?"
"Got a lover?"
"What?"
"A boyfriend, girlfriend, etc."
"No?"
"Good enough."
She grabbed me by the arm and began to drag me off.
"H-Hey!"
I tried to pull away instead of letting this crazy woman take me wherever but she was far stronger than she looked.
"I'm getting you out of the crowds" She said with a casual indifferent attitude.
That might have even been true but that didn't mean that where I was going was going to be any better. I pulled back hard, again.
"W-wait, wait."
But it was utterly no use. It seems I had vastly underestimated this woman because I was positive she had to lift weights or something because she outclassed me in strength with no issue.
As I was dragged along, there was a door and we were through it. Before I had even fully understood where we were, a bunch of guys rushed us like a tide of water. My heart momentarily stopped and then it froze, when I realized that they were rushing around us, getting the hell out of the way, back through the door we had just come through.
I caught a look from one of them and I really wished I hadn't as it was one of pure terror. The dude himself looked like he a punk rocker cannibal and yet he wanted absolutely no part of whoever was currently holding my arm.
Eventually, the guys cleared out and I realized we were in the men's bathroom for the club.
"Come on."
She pulled me into a bathroom stall and I was getting rather concerned what this apparently fearsome monster wanted.
She 'lightly' pushed me forward and I felt like I had been shoulder checked by a linebacker.
"Sit."
There was, of course, a toilet in front of me. Public toilets, were a bit...
"Sit."
There was a feeling of absolute power in that statement. I now had the certainty that if I didn't listen to her, I was going to probably be broken in half. I'm not a coward but I'm also not a brave idiot either. I sat down, facing her.
It was a weird situation, sure, but I had no time to really come to that thought. From an outsider perspective, yes, a guy sitting fully clothed on a toilet while a woman looks at him, was a bit odd. From my perspective, I had barely registered I had even sat down before she pulled down her gym wear and realized that the markings she had went all the way down.
"W-What? What are you doing?"
