~After the Absence~ (Seeking Dom Male)

[stormkitten]

The music was loud enough that one could barely hear their own thoughts. It vibrated off the walls giving a hypnotic beat for bodies to follow along with. The darkened dance floor was packed with bodies dancing and swaying along. Off toward the left she knew off to the left was were the violence happened. The mosh pits where the real physical contact happened. Early in the evening she had been there, taking and giving her share of bruises. She still occasionally craved a little pain, a little abuse, a little violence, a side effect from the years she spent Him.
Drucylla had been free for 6 months and thousands of miles. At first all she did was run. It didn't matter if she had to use her own feet or if she hitch hiked. At time or two she had even stolen a car. Anything it took to keep moving. She did not dare stay in one place for more than a few days at a time. Somehow she had managed to stay one step ahead of Him. Though that did not mean if she did not continue to keep going that he would not find her. She was not stupid enough to think just because this much time had passed that she was safe.
Blood Red hair fell loosely around her shoulder and down her back. Her hair may have been naturally light brown but she liked to dye it closer to a blood red. At 5'7 she was by no means tall. That was what the 3 inch heeled boots were for. She was vaguely aware that that the material of her skirt barely reached the tops of her thigh hi fishnets. The black shirt clung tightly to her breast and curves. This was not her normal wear. Typically she dressed as not to draw any attention to herself but in this place those plain clothes would have drawn attention.
The small clubs like this were nice because she felt safe, with so many people around everyone saw everything yet nobody saw anything. It had taken a lot of courage to be able to be in public for the first time. Though it seemed to help heal the wounds she had been suffering. As packed as the dance floor was there was not avoiding being close. No way to avoid being touched and touching. Most of it was accidentally, but not all. From time to time she felt someone press against her back and ass. They never stayed long. Partners came and went, most that she felt press against her lost interest when she showed no interested in acknowledging them. That or they moved on to more interested parties. She was not looking for anything more than a few hours of not having to think and then she would be gone in the morning, off to another state.

[soulless]

Drucylla, felt the hands on her waist pulling her back and then the unmistakable bulge of male genitalia against her buttocks and lower back. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she contemplated the thought of another spotty teenager shooting his load as he felt her up, disappearing into the mass of bodies to go find a toilet and wipe himself up. But as, the hands stroked her sides, the thumbs gently massaging the flesh of her lower back exposed above the waist of her tiny skirt she realized that despite his generous size, he was not even erect.

Curious she turned to look at her admirer, but he was quicker than her, turning his face away, burying it in her thick red hair as he whispered in her ear,

"No, not yet! I want to show you something first."

Gently, his hands on her hips, the man guided her through the throng of bodies, over towards the mosh pits and down the wall to a dark corner.

"There!" the man said, a strong muscular arm reaching over her shoulder to point into a dark alcove she had never seen before.

Slowly her eyes became accustomed to the light. She could make out the outline of three bodies close together in the dark. There were two men and a girl, a very young girl. She was already naked from the top down her back arched her flat stomach exposed as the man in front of her mauled her perfect breasts.

Drucylla felt the man behind her grinding himself against her. She smiled. Now he was erect. Curious she edged closer to the threesome huddled in the dark corner, concealing herself behind the dirty fabric of the curtain at the edge of the alcove. The woman was aroused, moaning loudly her voice audible even above the loud music but it was the man behind the girl who was getting her off.

Drucylla had seen scenes like this before in the moshing pits. What started off as innocent experimentation with couples touching and kissing other people quickly turned into jealousy and anger as one of the partners crossed the line. It wasn't uncommon to see the men lose control, ejaculating into the mouth of a younger woman, many of whom took great pleasure in trying to upstage the 'girlfriend'. But more often it was the men who found themselves unable to cope with the competition. Like porn actors who were camera shy, most men couldn't get it up surrounded by other men especially the young, muscular and often well-endowed studs who frequented the pits looking for those girls curious to find out if bigger really was better. It wasn't unusual to see guys storm out of the pits or get dragged away by the bouncers shouting obscenities as a stranger ejaculated inside the all too willing body of their girlfriend.

Drucylla felt the hands on her hips start to roam, stroking the soft flesh of her belly and sliding up beneath her top to touch her breasts. She spread her legs cooperatively as the other hand slid beneath her skirt tracing the outline of her vulva. She felt herself getting wet. Her eyes were fixed on the fine figure of a man standing behind the girl. Tall, muscular and naked from the most up, the young Hispanic had a perfectly toned body. His jeans were slung low on his hips the boxers showing above the waistband and the flies were open displaying an extremely large erection, which the young girl was lustfully jerking back and forth. Unable to control himself the man pushed the girl's skirt up even higher on her waist and forced her head down moving her towards the wall. Drucylla watched in anticipation as the girl pushed her boyfriend out of the way supporting herself against the wall spreading her long legs wide apart as the man behind her penetrated her.

Drucylla pushed back against the fingers inside her, gently moving her vagina up and down as she watched the expression of shock and surprise on the young girl's face. She watched as the girl's boyfriend took his penis out, tried to put it in her mouth, and then backed away, watching in disbelief as she ignored him, totally preoccupied, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, her cries coming in concert with the unrelenting thrusts of the other man. Drucylla saw the pain in the boyfriend's eyes, watched his erection whither as he watched his girlfriend orgasm, bucking and writhing impaled on the other man's cock. The girl's legs gave way but the man held her there one hand under her stomach the other gripping her hair, grunting loudly, his thrusts becoming urgent and ragged.

Drucylla felt the hard penis against her buttocks and bent forward in anticipation of being penetrated. She lifted her hips spreading her legs wider but as she did so she felt the contraction in her abdomen and knew it was already too late. She cried out involuntarily as her own orgasm came and she fell to her knees, clutching the curtain for support. As her vagina convulsed she stared into the alcove and watched as the couple collapsed to the floor the man's buttocks twitching powerfully as he ejaculated into the girl's convulsing body.

Drucylla turned looking for her own man, more than ready to let him take her, do whatever he wanted to her. But he was gone, lost in the milling crowd of sweaty, aroused bodies.

[soulless]

Drucylla made her way across the dance floor. Her whole body tingled with anticipation. She let the hands touch her, she stood still and allowed men to rub themselves against her. Men groped her, women fondled her but eventually she lost interest and made her way to the bar.

Still aroused she sat on the stool clenching her thighs together, feeling the wetness as she thought about the mystery man. She downed several vodkas before she had the courage to slip her hand between her thighs in the shadows, leaning over the bar as she began to finger herself.

Her head span, her thighs trembled and her breath became labored. She spread her legs wider ignoring the couple groping each other beside her as she pushed her fingers deeper. Suddenly she felt the weight on her back, the hand on her head pushing her face down onto her arm. It was him. She could smell him, the cologne was unmistakable. His hand was between her legs, her pulled her fingers out, replaced them with his own. He thrust in once, twice ... it was too much Drucylla came her orgasm engulfing her entire lower body. She cried out pushing backwards against him as he slid an arm around her waist to support her, his fingers still high up inside her cunt.

"Do you want me?" he asked.

"Yes!" Drucylla replied.

"Gentle or Hard?" he continued.

"Whatever you want!" Drucylla gasped.

"Don't turn around! Finish your drink then go to the toilets behind the stage and wait for me!"

And then he was gone, leaving her draped over the bar. She tried to stand but her legs were still trembling. She leaned against the bar until the convulsions stopped. She winced as she downed the vodka on the bar, pulled her skirt down and looked around for the stage.

[stormkitten]

Whimpering and squirming Drucylla could barely remember the last time she felt so on fire. To the point that she almost did not care what happen to her. He had done something similar when they first met although the intention was usaully more selfish. Wanting to see her go from the highest high of pleasure to the lowest low of pain. Slowly breaking her mind and body.This felt different, he had only gave, appearently denying himself. It oddly left her needing a lot more. Even after two orgasms she still needed more. Needed to feel more than just fingers inside of her.
Drucylla had used clubs like these to keep the edge off, a little touch and feel, maybe a little pain. It kept her mind from feeling completley lost without Him. Reasonably she knew she was better off on the run but it was hard to convince her mind that what she had been through was not natural. This was also the first time in the last six months that the idea of actaully having sex was not frightening. Yes her body had craved it before but the need had never been so strong that it over ruled her mind saying no.
She knew she should just walk away tonight but she couldnt bring herself to do it. Her legs were a little unstable as she made her way across the dance floor. Thankfully with all the bodies around she was able to keep on her feet. These people meant nothing to her now and she did not even bother to pause. They were only going to further tease her and she was not sure if she could stand any more teasing.
Arriving where he had specified she looked around not seeing him. Well not that she had gotten a good look at him in the first place. Still feeling shaky from both the pleasure and the drinks she leaned heavily against the wall. Drucylla could feel the wall vibrating with bass and music. It sent an odd shiver through her spine. Closing her eyes for a moment she was trying to regain some sense of controll over the chaos in her body.

[soulless]

He stood looking at her from the shadows, his huge powerful form hidden from her gentle gaze. She had not changed, the small petite features, firm ample breasts, slim waist and long firm thighs.

His human side was aroused and the thick penis hanging loose beneath the folds of the long leather coat began to harden and grow. He could taste her blood, feel the beating of her heart even above the low frequency bass that echoed through the service corridors. He heard her breath laboured and filled with lust but most of all he could smell the aroma of her vagina.

He remembered her cries as he penetrated her the first time, her head thrown back, her tiny teenage body open and exposed, the tightness of her cunt, the firmness of her breasts, the ease with which he rubbed himself to climax within her. He remembered her screams of desperation as he held himself deep inside her, the head of his erection jammed against her cervix as he emptied the contents of his huge testicles into her most intimate orifice.

Before Drucylla even had a chance to look as he called out to her the huge fist struck her in the soft skin of her stomach so hard it lifted her off her feet. Her solar plexus crushed she doubled over, unable to speak or do anything. She fought for her breath and stared in disbelief through tears as his huge ugly form rose over her, the penis thicker and larger than she had ever remembered. He pulled at her clothing, the powerful sinewy muscles, tearing the fabric with ease until she lay in the fetal position naked and exposed at his feet.