The once latent but now well-developed power that dwelled within her needed to be constantly nourished and nurtured. Since it's awakening, only time, perseverance and training had helped her keep it under increasingly better control. Occasionally though it overwhelmed her ability to rein in its appetite, this was one of those times. Over the course of the evening Raven felt the craving gradually rising in intensity. Hidden away in her office in the nightclub complex she tried to ignore its insistent demands at first though she should have known better. Time and experience had taught her that try as she might to resist it she could not, in fact the very attempt to control it had often made it more unmanageable when she finally did unleash it. From an irksome tingling flutter deep within her it grew over time to become an irresistible compulsion once again. As well as the normal hunger pains a normal creature might sense she was bombarded with all manner of sensory signals. These included visual flashes, irregular pulse and respiration, hot and cold flushes, vibrant trembling, itching, pain in her teeth, hands, breasts, and even her vagina, all of which increased in intensity and frequency as time wore on.
The hunger's fury would be difficult to appease tonight, she realised quickly that it would not be satisfied easily. Sometimes she could appease its edge somewhat by skimming excitement and energy off the mass of people that frequented her clubs. Her desire was too intense; Raven knew it would be impossible to pacify the beast by drawing off energy from the throng tonight. Despite her strongest effort to fight it back the irrepressible longing grew more insistent, agonisingly it gnawed relentlessly through her willpower's defences. As the evening progressed her resolve began to weaken, she lasted till almost midnight before she relented. She endured its growing torment as long as possible then succumbing to the powerful craving she left the windowless office. Some times the agonising torture she endured during these battles of will were exquisite and like tonight she often tormented herself far longer than she should before capitulating.
Through the warren of service corridors Raven entered the back of the nightclub using one of several security doors. A slave to the all-powerful force that existed within her she prepared to select her next conquest. In the clubs hot stuffy dark pounding atmosphere her highly sensitive eyes adjusted instantly to the strange lighting, Raven smiled smugly to herself as she made her first appraisal, for tonight the choice was astounding and she felt the excitable turmoil churning around in her stomach as she began to peruse the gathered crowd more intently. The club was very full this evening so she endeavoured to pacify her raging hunger for a little while perhaps by drawing the emotions and energies from the excited crowd's frenetic vitality.
For the moment at least her attempt succeeded to effectively blunt the edge of her appetite but she knew without doubt it would resurface before long keener and more insistent than before. She must take full advantage of the respite, the calming of her craving allowing her to focus better on selecting a lucky candidate more precisely. Usually she could easily satisfy her craving just by skimming off the combined energies of the excited crowd that enveloped her but tonight only a one on one consummation would suffice. Tonight Raven decided she could be as selective as she wished, she scanned the unknowing crowd marking several likely candidates in her mind, and she was truly spoilt for choice.
Not really attracted by any of the candidates she moved from floor to floor checking out the crowds in each, from the "Gay Arena" through the "Retro Arena" into the "Indie Arena" she descended checking out the crowd in each as she went. She entered the "Indie Arena" and smiled to her self, there was a lot more choice there so she lingered and took the time to consider a selection. Sometimes she liked to play with her quarry even to the point of allowing them to coerce her into a coupling though she had the power to control someone's mind and body at will. One of her favourite diversions was to enter someone's mind remotely and control him or her without their knowing. Watching someone climax suddenly for no apparent reason in sometimes the most embarrassing situation delighted her. But tonight there would be none of that; she would select her victim, take control and enjoy gorging herself.
She moved near to the disc jockeys platform to view the crowd better and saw a likely candidate almost straight away. An extremely attractive blonde sat on her own by the high bar chatting to the one of the bar staff and Raven's alert roving eyes looked her over several times before eventually locking upon her. Engaged in idle chatter the girl was quite unaware of the of the attention she was suddenly receiving from afar, as she laughed she absentmindedly tossed her sun bleached blonde curls. She began giggling uncontrollably at something the bargirl had just said to her. Now her choice was very nearly made Raven scrutinised her intended quarry more closely. The giggling girl wore a front buttoning loose fitting floral print dress gathered at the waist by a thin gold belt. Her large firm breasts swelled unharnessed beneath the low cut front and her long blonde lightly permed curls hung down to her shoulder blades. Satisfied with what she saw of the girl even from this distance Raven used one of her extraordinary powers benefits and "tagged" the girl to ensure no one else would even attempt to seduce her.
An icy chill suddenly ran down Gina's spine, for an instant somewhere deep inside a normally dormant region of her mind an alarm had sounded, it was as if some kind of sixth sense had been triggered making her feel slightly uneasy. For some reason she got the impression that she was being watched, from her high vantage point on the stool her grey-blue eyes scanned the dimly lit club warily. For quite some time she saw nothing at all that should cause her such discomfort, then through the pulsating lights her searching gaze fell upon the girl. Standing upon a high platform near the DJ's kiosk at the back of the club the girl was staring back directly at Gina over the crowded undulating body covered dance floor. Gina's heart skipped oddly then began to race excitedly for some reason as their distant eyes met and held briefly over the crowd before the girl vanished by dropping down into the dancing throng. Once the girl had disappeared Gina calmed down, she took a deep breath and quickly dismissed the odd reaction she had experienced when seeing the stranger.
Resuming her conversation with the girl behind the bar she tried but could not dispel the strange sensation that crept through her. She became distracted and soon she found herself looking for the black haired girl amongst the milling crowds of dancers with increasing urgency.
There she was, she saw the girl at last, relief swept through her and she relaxed seeing that the girl was dancing. After watching the girl for some time Gina decided anxiously that the girl seemed to be working her way through the dancers gradually crossing the crowded dance floor towards her. Gina's heart leapt with trepidation, she was convinced the girl was purposefully heading directly for her. A peculiar blend of exquisite terror and awkward excitement bubbled up deep inside Gina as the girl danced slowly closer. Torn a large part of her wanted desperately to flee the situation but something more powerful, more dark and alluring held her fast. Now the slinky leather clad creature was close, she was moving fluidly through the last of the dancers who parted seemingly without realising to let the girl pass unobstructed.
Enthralled by the girl's incredible beauty Gina watched intently as she left the dance floor and made her way through the seating area towards both her and the bar. Part of Gina's brain told her that the girl was only coming to the bar to be served and she should relax, something more exciting was coercing her mind in a more subtle way. It played on her desires, phobias and fears twisting and mixing her emotions into a fraught ball of agony as the girl drew closer. To Gina's growing horror the girl approached, moving at her own leisurely pace through the tables towards the steps which led up to the bar. Normally Gina would pay other women no attention at all, especially ones who she thought were better looking than herself but found herself openly staring at the gorgeous girl in a manner that made her feel more than uncomfortable.
