****** Bloodlust by Matt ******
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Bloodlust


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I was shaking all over with nervous anticipation as I pulled into a parking
space behind the dimly-lit brick building. I stepped out of my car into the
alley, draping my black shroud around me as I felt the cold winter air, and
walked around to the entrance. The familiar neon sign buzzed above the door,
spelling out "Le Volupté" in red cursive letters. I smiled to myself as I
opened the heavy wooden door and walked in.

It had been a damn long week and I was good and ready to unwind. Le Volupte was
about the only fetish club in this city that I knew of, and I was a regular.
I've told no one of this place, none of my friends at work or anyone else. I
liked to keep this little place to myself and the other patrons who I saw every
weekend. "Anything goes" is the only rule in here; we can be whoever we want,
and do whatever we desire for pleasure, legal or not. Anyone who can't respect
our lifestyles never comes back a second time.

I descended a long flight of cement stairs, and made my way into the darkness
of the main hall. All the familiar sensations overtook me at once, filling me
with an excited energy. People I knew greeted me as I walked past, and I
smelled the same smoke coming off of different tables; tobacco, marijuana, and
other drugs that I have never recognized. The smell of the leather off of
peoples' clothes was also strong, as usual. Sometimes a local goth or indy band
plays, but not tonight. The lasers and strobes instead flashed in sync to the
house music from the overhead speakers. A slow song was playing as I drew
closer to the bar consisting of a woman's haunting wails, complemented by a
deep electric droning from a synthesizer, and a pulsing bass beat. It was the
kind of music that always put me "in the mood", and I was definitely ready for
some action tonight.

The people were about the same kind that I usually saw: people dressed as the
opposite sex, or apparitions or ghosts, people injecting or smoking some kind
of drug, or maybe fucking in the corners and darker spaces. Many were dancing
to the music while others talked at their tables. I had talked to many of these
people, they tell me some exciting tale about themselves, pretending to be
vampires or spirits, each one trying to sound more dark and sinister than the
others. I did like talking to them, some of their stories turned me on, but it
was sad realising that they were probably just ordinary people like I was,
relaxing after a grueling week at some office. By this time I had finally made
my way to the bar, and I noticed a person I hadn't seen before. She faced the
counter with a frothing drink in her hand, and from the ultra-violet
illumination of the glass counter-top I could see that she had long golden-
blonde hair, and appeared very shapely from behind in her tight leather suit.
Something about this figure compelled me to come closer.

I sat down beside her and studied her face under the purple glow. She was
beautiful beyond words, everything about her seemed perfect, like maybe some
figure I had seen briefly in a dream. I felt faint just at the sight of her,
and I knew that I would never be able to take my eyes off her again without
some terrible pain on the inside. I lusted for her as a wanderer in the desert
would lust for a handful of water. Looking at her face made me feel like I was
nothing, and I realised that someone like her would never have anything to do
with me, but I knew I would damn well try.

She knew that I was staring at her, but she only faced towards the front,
occasionally taking long sips from her glass. There was a certain darkness
about her, some kind of black aura that seemed to stand out in the UV light
coming from the counter. The expression on her face was hard to explain, not
exactly sad but maybe depressed or disturbed. I tried to strike up a
conversation with her, but she said very little, and kept that same expression
on her face. I couldn't resist touching this almost sacred figure beside me, so
I began to lightly stroke her hair, and I whispered close to her ear about how
beautiful it was. Finally she turned to face me, and again I felt like I was
going to faint.

"What is it that you want?"

Her voice was rich, her speech extremely smooth and somewhat authoritative.
Finally having the privilege of hearing her say more than a couple words was a
conquest in itself, and I wanted her even more. A force that I had never felt
before seemed to control my body, I felt as if I was being hypnotized. I kept
staring meekly as I stammered my answer in a weak voice, almost as if I were
completely entranced.

"I... I want... you..."

She looked as if she was about to smile, but didn't seem to be able to. She
leaned towards me, and put her lips against mine. The feeling was incredible, I
felt lifted by some current raging through my body, and my blood temperature
felt as if it had risen ten degrees. I was almost frozen in place as she parted
my lips with hers, and probed the inside of my mouth with her tongue. I was
able to move my hands, and I took advantage of that by sliding them down her
back, and down to her nice firm ass. She kissed me even harder as I made my way
to the front of her body, slipping my hand underneath her leather jacket. Her
breasts were bare under it, and I gently grasped one with my hand, feeling the
nipple tense up under my palm. "Mmm..." she moaned into my mouth, and she
rubbed the end of my erect cock through my clothes where it forced against the
fabric. I discovered that I wanted to be her captive, her willing slave through
some hypnotic property that she seemed to exert on my very soul. She had green-
yellow eyes, like cat's eyes, that seemed to burn right through me, gorgeous
blonde waves of hair, and was wearing some kind of light perfume that acted
like an aphrodisiac. Aside from this perfume, there was another smell about
her, a musty smell, something like you would smell if you opened an old book or
walked into a room that had never been opened for years. I found it odd, but I
didn't care given the present situation.

Our lips must have been locked for what seemed like at least five minutes, when
she got up and motioned for me to follow her to a door in the back of the room.
I had never been back here, but I knew that it lead to a hallway lined with
private rooms. I followed her unconditionally like some kind of starving hound,
salivating at the thoughts of what was in store. She opened a door at he end of
the hallway, waited until I entered, and locked it behind her. The room was
completely dark until she flipped on a red light, and proceeded to strip off
her jacket and tight leather pants, revealing to me a more splendorous figure
than words could ever describe. My cloak slipped to the floor, and I was
completely entranced, shivering before this goddess with that music still
pulsing in my head, and a cold, electric feeling holding me in place. She
motioned to me with her finger, and I shuffled over to where she was standing.
Her eyes were brighter than before, I thought. As I continued to gaze into
them, they made me feel so weak, so powerless against this being. She smiled
now, a very malicious smile as she shoved me into a large, leather chair, and
straddled herself on my lap.

I had made love with several women before, but I had completely forgotten the
feeling compared to this. Some kind of force within her held me in place,
drained me of my strength as she pumped up and down on my cock, her arms draped
around my shoulders as she licked and nibbled the side of my neck. She
definitely didn't feel like a typical woman anymore, but I sensed that a while
ago from the way she kept me in complete control. The fear was immense, but I
couldn't have gotten away from her even if I had wanted to, for now as she
controlled my muscles she was controlling my mind as well. She was draining the
life out of me, and I loved this feeling of being violated, used like a whore.
Her moaning became more intense as I began to climax, and I felt like I was
going to pass out from sheer pleasure. Her eyes started glowing fiercely, and
through the bleariness I almost thought she had fangs as her mouth gaped open
in a lusty smile. The room was swirling before my eyes, and I could do nothing
but let her finish as her glowing eyes held mine towards them. Finally, I
climaxed, and as I spilled my seed inside her she dug her nails into my
shoulders and sank her teeth deep into my neck, drawing quite a bit of blood,
and with this last flash of pain and ecstasy I passed out.


The next morning, I woke up in my car, trying to piece together whatever had
happened last night. I figured that I had been extremely high or drunk, and as
I began to drive back to my apartment everything around me was out of focus.
The sun seemed much brighter than usual, it hurt my eyes and skin, and made me
feel very sick to my stomach. I don't go to work now because of the daylight,
and I've permanantly locked and covered all my windows and my door. I sleep
during the day now, from sunrise to sundown, and I still go to Le Volupte at
nights, even though it's not quite the same anymore. I never see that woman
again, even though she isn't much more than a blur anymore. I merely sit at the
bar, and wait for people that I have never met. I listen as they talk to me,
and I do things with them that I never remember the next evening, there is
never anything to remember people by anymore except the sweet taste of blood
lingering on my breath.

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