occasionally catch a glimpse of the
white lace panties barely hidden by the skirt. Black and
white lace up sandal-pumps covered her feet - the criss-
crossing leather bands winding up her calves -
continuing the zebra-stripe look down to her toes. The
smooth, cool leather of her skimpy outfit felt great
against her skin as she and her friends wound their way
across the crowded floor to the center of the main dance
area.

Danielle's group was familiar with the local rave scene
and geography. They'd been to more than they could
remember, but this was definitely a new place for them,
recommended by a friend of a friend. This party moved
from week to week between buildings in the old warehouse
district, a dead part of the port city near the defunct
piers.

The place was hard to find; the sounds and lights were
muted and well contained until you were almost upon it.
You either needed to hit it by accident, be directly
involved, or be invited. Danielle's friend Riku had
secured such an invitation for herself and her
girlfriends, but was close-lipped about from where or
whom it came.

No rave series was ever overly publicized or long-lived,
but each "production company" has its own mythology.
This particular one had a reputation for safety,
recreational drugs, and other decadences. Events
generally cost dearly to get in, but ran almost until
dawn, when Danielle and her friends would drive blearily
home. Occasionally they'd lose one or two members of
their group along the way, only to encounter them at
school the next Monday to be regaled with a sometimes-
explicit tale of adventure, usually with some hunk-of-
the-week.

Tonight was Julia's night to drive so as per usual she
promised to stop drinking by midnight. When the four
girls arrived, paid (30 bucks!), got stamped, and
entered the unseeming warehouse, a wall of sound and
light greeted the little group. The cavernous interior
was decked out in lights and speakers, which would be
removed quickly in the morning leaving little trace of
party. Lots of production companies were rumored to have
"agreements" with members of local law enforcement,
allowing greater freedoms than otherwise might be
expected.

A makeshift cash bar lined one wall, with all manners of
potables available. Off to the side, another, smaller
"bar" offered some of the more controlled substances -
Ecstasy, pot, poppers, strange designer drugs - though
none of the heavy stuff, which supposedly said something
reassuring about both the organizers and the clientele.

This area had a number of heavyset bouncer-types,
probably moonlighting dockworkers from the surviving
parts of the port. They looked like they would take
poorly to belligerence or other acting up on the part of
the patrons. More of the big fellows guarded a couple
doors off the main dance floor. People going that way
had to present some kind of card or ID to get past them.

Danielle and her friends had anticipated the
availability of some substances at the rave, but not the
veritable apothecary they were presented with. Emma
always believed in playing it safe, however, and had
procured some Ecstasy for them from her older brother's
buddies before they left. By the way the lights jumped
about as they started dancing, Danielle suspected that
their Ex must have had an extra kicker of something in
it, but she didn't worry too much - she felt happy and
reasonably in control. Emma's brother was wild (and kind
of cute), but not crazy.

Danielle danced with her friends and with strangers. The
warehouse was big, loud, and crowded with several
hundred bodies, so it did not take long for the little
group to disband and lose track of one another. This
usually happened - they would eventually find each other
again. Danielle paid little attention. She changed
partners often, checking out the guys as unabashedly as
they stared at her. Some she danced with, some she
teased a little. Some she talked to, or rather yelled
over the music to, and let buy her drinks. Danielle
avoided the alcohol, but did need the occasional liquid
refreshment, and, eventually a trip to the restroom.

The restrooms were a series of porta-johns hidden from
the main dance area by a partially retracted floor-to-
ceiling partition. A bare sink stood against the
warehouse's cinderblock wall for washing, with a once-
polished steel plate above it for a mirror. As Danielle
cleaned up she noticed a door off to the side, facing
away from the main dancing area. It was slightly ajar
and she could see pulsing light, coming though it.

She went over to investigate and found, after passing
down a short darkened corridor there was indeed another
dance floor. Danielle realized it must be one of the
'restricted' areas, and decided to return to the main
part of the warehouse, lest she get into trouble.
Doubling back, she found that the door she had come
through had fallen closed and locked. Probably supposed
to have been shut the whole time, she thought.

Cursing to herself, Danielle resolved to make the best
of it. She could probably get away with just acting like
she belonged there. Stepping boldly out from the
hallway, she was again enveloped by sound and light.
This music had a grinding techno-industrial sound with
base boosted so high she could feel the reverberations
in her chest and abdomen. The music seemed to physically
grab her, and Danielle almost couldn't help but get
caught in the beat and start dancing.

Though slightly smaller in area, the floor of this
section of the warehouse was just as crowded with
gyrating bodies as the main section. The mix here was
different, however - most in the room were male. The
women scattered throughout were generally the centers of
attention and dancing activity, switching partners
often, or dancing in close groups. Danielle herself
quickly attracted a small band of partners, and soon
forgot about everything for a while as she danced among
them. Their attention pleased her, and she found herself
putting on a bit of a show, flirting with several guys
at once.

The lighting here showed off Danielle's body and outfit
perfectly. The primary illumination was black light and
garishly reflecting fluorescent paint. Bright strobes
would flash at odd times with the booming music,
changing the fluid motion of the dancing mob into jerky,
unreal movie motion.

Danielle moved to the evolving beats further into the
area, carried by the current of weaving bodies. She
returned quite a few appreciative stares with looks of
her own. She added more sway to her hips and adopted
more sultry stylings to her movements as she brushed
into another circle ogling young men.

After some time circulating, she caught the glance of an
attractive guy maybe a few years older than herself.
They kept eye contact as they maneuvered toward one
another, magnetically drawn by well-matched rhythms and
styles. His flaring Day-Glo tie-dye shirt and shorts
showed a stark contrast in dress to her sleek, animal
theme, but that seemed appropriate to her.

They converged and started dancing close. Danielle felt
a warm congeniality to the fellows around her, but a
special connection to this new partner. She lost her
sense of time as the music flowed through a number of
well-blended tracks. She and her starburst-dressed
partner moved closer, gyrating, touching, twirling,
holding and releasing. Danielle felt herself getting
quite turned on.

This turn of events was not too out of the ordinary for
her, she'd left her share of raves early on the arm of a
new guy (and would never forget the time in that barn
hayloft), but this felt a bit different, a little more
primitive or base. Perhaps it was the guy - his strong
hands often 'accidentally' brushed her breasts or
thighs. Perhaps it is the small crowd of guys dancing
around them, watching them. Perhaps it was something
else.

After not too much thought, Danielle decided she didn't
care, and went with it. She moved in to her partner and
snaked her arms around his waist and back. He
reciprocated; one arm coming around her shoulders, the
other cupping and rubbing her ass through her skirt. She
sighed and pressed into his hard body, peeking out over
his shoulder as they turned and moved.

Across the floor Danielle's gaze passed over several
other girls, each the center of attention of their own
groups. First she saw a brunette in black leather halter
and hotpants bumped and ground with two or three guys in
the center of a larger circle. But then different and
strange scenes caught her eyes...

Beyond the brunette, she made out a blazing redhead
undulating in front of one partner - her back to his
chest, and her butt pushed back and rubbing against his
hips. As Danielle watched, the guy behind the redhead
brought his hands up from her waist, raised her tight
white T-shirt, and exposed her bra-less tits, which he
immediately cupped and started fondling. As Danielle
stared, a hand emerged from the surrounding bodies and
traced up her right leg, disappearing under her glowing
plaid miniskirt --

Bodies blocked the scene, and after trying to peer
through them, Danielle' gaze moved on to a thin Asian
girl with short, razor straight jet-black hair. She was
in a kind of line dance with two guys. Her hands were
low, her partners' high. It seemed like she was groping
or fondling the crotches of the partners in front and
back. Danielle couldn't be sure, but she though that one
of them actually had his dick exposed, and the girl was
gripping and pulling it with one of her hands while
rubbing the other guy through his pants --

Danielle's partner whirled her around almost 180 degrees
and after a dizzy second or two her eyes settled on yet
another curvy girl, barely visible through a mass of
bodies. Danielle caught the glint of sweat off her dark
skin. The girl seemed nude, on hands and knees on some
kind of elevated platform. More people drifted out of
the way and Danielle gasped as she made out the rest -
The girl _was_ naked! And she was giving a blowjob to a
skinny white guy in front of her while a broad-
shouldered black man was clearly screwing her from
behind!

Danielle's eyes widened in shock at each progressive
scene, but then she was distracted by a strange touch on
her thigh. She had not noticed it with all the bumping
and holding, but now she realized her skirt had been
gradually raised, exposing her panties, which glowed
bright in the black light.

With a flush of embarrassment she pulled her skirt hem
down and straightened herself out. As she moved someone
from behind grabbed her panties and easily popped the
thin string that held them to her hips, quickly ripping
them off as she drew her skirt back down. The snap of
the panty strings went unnoticed, lost in her other
movements and the general distraction of the musical
cacophony.

Danielle's slightly misfiring senses failed to warn of
her missing protective layer. Though she didn't
particularly sense the absence of the flimsy cloth, she
did suddenly feel oddly more exposed - despite the fact
she'd just covered herself up. Perhaps it was a reaction
to the boldness exhibited by a stranger exposing her
like that. It was a little disconcerting, but, mixed
with what she'd just seen, also had the effect of
turning her on still more.

Her tie-dye partner still held her waist, dancing as if
nothing at all had happened. Danielle began to feel a
little overwhelmed, even for her. The driving music and
lights played with her buzzed senses, starting to
confuse her. She needed to pause, collect herself, and
regain control that might be slipping.

Reluctantly, she pulled away from her partner, who had
begun brushing his hands up her sides and breasts in a
most delicious way, and began to weave her way toward
the one visible exit. On her way, though, she tripped
over a loose sneaker on the floor and almost stumbled
into another guy. He was tall and muscular, wearing
tight white biker shorts and no shirt. He spun inward,
grabbed Danielle by the waist, whirled them both around,
and then began to dance.

Danielle, momentarily overcome by dizziness, held onto
his taught body for support. Soon though, the feel of
him and the ever-present, penetrating music distracted
her once again and she grooved.

They danced dirty, grinding up against each other, and
Danielle smiled as the bulge in her partner's tight
shorts grew noticeably larger. Her own inner heat was
increasing as well, though she paid it little mind. The
tingles she felt as her skin rubbed against its leather
confines blended with the vibrating air. When his leg
ground between hers, it almost felt as if the Lycra
shorts rubbed right up against her pussy...

Danielle let her gaze drift again, scanning over the
crowd seeking the sights she had seen before. She
couldn't find that first brunette, but she did see the
redhead. A nude man now held her upside-down, her hair
trailing almost to the floor. Her shirt was off and her
plaid skirt was bundled around her waist.

The pair stood locked in a sort of standing 69; her
dangling head bobbed back and forth, sucking on the cock
the owner of which held her exposed muff to his mouth.
Her arms wrapped around his waist as she repeatedly
swallowed his tool. His arms held her middle as he plied
her slit with his tongue. He still danced, thrusting
into her mouth as he moved, her legs flailing and
kicking around his head.

Danielle almost couldn't take her eyes off the scene,
and when she finally looked away, her gaze immediately
found a tall black girl she hadn't seen before. The dark
beauty leaned against a wall of the room, silhouetted
against a glowing graffiti design, doing a standing
split. Her left leg stretched straight up and back
against the wall as a beefy jock fucked her standing up.

Danielle found the platform she'd seen before. The Asian
waif - and the brunette she had first seen were now both
unclothed, kissing and fondling each other's breasts on
the raised platform - really a table with a heap of
packing blankets on top.

The brunette was on her back, being fucked by a guy
missionary style, the Asian was on all fours over her,
being poled from behind doggy-style by a mustachioed man
wearing the top half of a tuxedo, complete with top-hat,
but without pants. When her head came up, eyes clenched
shut and mouth open in unmistakable passion, Danielle
realized with a shock that it was her friend Riku!

Danielle didn't know what was going on, or what to think
or do at this point. And she didn't get much further
chance to think about anything, either. Her dance
partner, who had let her go for a moment while she
stared at her friend's orgiastic scene, now firmly
grabbed her waist again.

She turned to look back at him and gasped. His tight
pants were now off. He moved toward her with the music,
nude but for his shoes, sporting a large, upward curving
erection. Before she could protest, He lifted her easily
from the floor, pulling her up and over to him.
Momentarily shocked into immobility, she could only
stare wide-eyed at him as he lowered her, sliding her
bare stomach down his smooth, sweaty chest. She felt the
hard cock brush against her inner thighs, under her
mini. The hot meat slid up between her legs... just into
her wet slit.

Danielle startled and blinked as she felt the heat and
smoothness at her pussy entrance, realizing finally that
somehow her panties were gone. She grabbed and pushed at
the shoulders of her partner and started kicking her
legs, but he wasn't paying attention. Fraction by
fraction, in time to the beat of the music, he slowly
lowered her on to him. His cock rose centimeter by
centimeter into her tight, ready cunt.

Alarm fighting arousal, Danielle's rational mind warred
with the natural and artificial stimulants in her
system. It shouldn't be happening, but... it felt sooo
good! Her eyes lost focus and her attention turned
inward as she felt herself flower open and sink down
around the hard pole. Her mind churned in turmoil and
her head shook in refusal, but her body reacted on its
own. Her legs gradually spread apart. As her feet
touched the ground again, she found herself dancing to
the rhythm, humping against the fully embedded cock.

Her anxiety faded or rather was drowned out, as Danielle
lost herself in sensation. Her miniskirt hid her
privates, if just barely, and one would have to look
from the right angle to see that the guy in front of her
had his cock buried in her to the balls. The fact he
stood there, naked with bent knees in front of her was
pretty much a giveaway, though. Danielle surprised
herself with how little she seemed to care now.

The throbbing of the cock inside her seemed like a
natural extension of the music, penetrating her just as
deeply and insistently. Her partner's thick pubic hair
tickled her clit as they ground together, exciting her
even more. Danielle knew she was the center of some
considerable attention, but nevertheless felt strangely
anonymous.

The crowd around her didn't see her; they saw a glowing
zebra-girl straddling a nearly naked hunk. She couldn't
help but giggle at the thought, then gasped as the cock
twitched and bored into her again. She looked into her
sudden-lover's eyes, and the unbridled lust in them
melted her. Her moan was swallowed by the waves of sound
crashing around them and she writhed against and around
him, her inner muscles clutching his member in a spine-
tingling rush. The strobes flashed and she closed her
eyes.

Some immeasurable time later, Danielle felt herself
nearing climax. By now she was holding tight to her
partner, and whatever dancing they were doing took
second seat to out-and-out stand-up fucking. Taking
deeper and deeper breaths, she opened her eyes and
looked, dazed, over her partner's shoulder, catching
sight of the black girl, still in the splits, being
fucked earnestly. Two new guys had appeared and were
each devouring a dark breast.

Then, Danielle she felt her partner lifting her skirt,
uncovering her behind while still dancing and rocking
his cock into her. She dug her nails into his shoulders.
She was on the edge, small mewing sounds escaping her
throat with every breath, the telltale lightness in her
belly presaging her most intense of orgasms. She felt
him grasp and spread her asscheeks, and then gasped as a
wet finger poked into her rear end.

Danielle jumped and cried out, but had nowhere to go as
the finger slid slowly in, past her squeezing anal
muscles. The finger worked her as she squirmed and
whined in the grip of her partner. The new, unwelcome
touch staved off her approaching climax, though the
churning in her belly only increased with this dirtiest
of erotic sensations. After a probing that pulled at and
stretched her resisting sphincter, the finger departed.
A second later, however, a thin, long, wet cock replaced
it. It prodded her asshole once, then pushed, beat by
beat into her spread rear.

Danielle had had her share of sex in her young life, but
she'd never taken anything up the ass. She screamed. The
breaking glass, car wreck music completely drowned her
out, however. Slowly, agonizingly, the cock stuffed her
rear passage full. Her flailing arms couldn't find
purchase on her partners' sweaty skin; her legs and
knees were forced to bend with the dancing beat as the
two cocks burrowed deeper into her. Hands snaked around
from behind to grab her tits and pinch her hard nipples
through her leather top.

Then, the hot stomach of the unseen guy behind her
pressed into her ass and lower back, sandwiching her
body tight between the two males. Two hard cocks
throbbed and twitched in her body, one deep in her
pussy, one just as far in her virgin ass. She realized
had taken all of both of them inside her. With her
nerves too overtaxed to distinguish between pain and
pleasure, her inner muscles spasmed erratically. Finally
the delayed explosion took her and she came.

The orgasm that shook her was like nothing she had ever
experienced. It was wracking, almost violent. She felt
simultaneously invincible and helpless. She recoiled at
being taken so completely against her will, at the same
time utterly surrendering to the feelings of the moment.
She quaked in fear, and flowed with languid sensuality.
She felt full. So full!

Her inner muscles contracted frantically around the two
cocks over and over again as she cried out into the
noise of the dance floor. Each convulsion drew her
deeper into a fugue of total climax, lifting her and
drawing her down until she could no longer distinguish
herself from the sound from the sensations...

Danielle slowly floated down from her ecstatic fog. Her
ears buzzed with more than the blaring music around her.
In the afterglow, her head cleared somewhat, and her
senses returning to her bit by bit. Her earlier buried
anxieties flooded back with a vengeance. She felt
movement around her - and inside her! - and a new wave
of fear hit her. She started protesting and pushing
against the guys pressed in against her.

Pushing away from the one in front meant pressing back
onto the guy now fucking quickly in and out of her ass,
and attempts to escape the rear assault only ground her
against the cock sawing in and out of her pussy. Neither
of them was going to be stopped now. As high as she'd
been only moments before, now a wave of lust- and drug-
magnified horror now threatened to consume her.

Suddenly, the guy in front of her tensed and with a hard
jerk shoved deeply into her pussy and came. For a second
she stared wildly into his animal-slitted eyes, then
Danielle howled despondently as she felt the cock throb
and pump its hot flood of semen into her. Thoughts shot
through her mind in time to jetting cock: The unusual
aftertaste of the Ecstasy pill...

The look in his eyes as he had lowered her onto his
cock... The "emergency condoms" in Julia's glove
compartment... The orgiastic scenes starring other
girls, one of them a friend of hers... The feeling of
her ass being entered for the first time... Her cycle
calendar... When was she due next?

She felt him relax, finally allowing Danielle to weakly
shove him away. He slid wetly out of her - the reaction
pushing her back into the guy doing her rear. The unseen
man behind her had her top pushed up over her breasts
now and was squeezing and pinching them, using them for
leverage as he drove relentlessly up her butt while he
nuzzled her neck with his mouth and nose. She thought
her ass should be screaming in pain, but it wasn't. It
was uncomfortable... No, that wasn't it either. It was
very strange though. She couldn't think that it actually
felt good, could she?

Danielle tried to pull away, but then felt new, strong
hands on her thighs pulling them further open from
below. They forced her to bow her legs, simultaneously
making her ass more accessible and spreading open her
cum-dripping pussy.

A male face appeared below her between her legs as the
hands pushed the rest of her skirt above her waist,
exposing her glowing blonde pubic hair and creamy cunt.
His grip changed, allowing him to hang from her now
widely spread thighs. The new weight pulled her down and
opened her up still more as he raised his face up to her
pussy and started madly licking and slurping away at
her. The guy in her rear picked up his pace, thrusting
harder and faster, forcing grunts from her each time his
body slapped up against her buttocks.

Danielle grabbed and pulled the hair of her fellatist,
but he didn't budge. Despite everything, it felt
incredible. The guy below her had a very talented
tongue, and the shaft pounding in and out of her ass
_had_ at some uncertain point begun to feel good, then
very good, even if disgustingly perverse. The palpable
force of the music drove the little knot of three bodies
on.

The guy eating Danielle didn't seem to care one bit
about the copious spunk leaking out of her. And his
agile tongue felt a kilometer long inside her. Her hips
started swaying and grinding again as he alternately
teased her clit and fucked her pussy with his prehensile
tongue. She moaned and felt herself falling into the sex
again, despite a now deep-seated sense that something
was very wrong.

Without warning, the guy in her ass plowed all the way
into her and came, shoving her suddenly forward onto
that long tongue. Danielle climaxed again almost in
surprise as she felt hot spunk shoot up into her guts.
Her second cum was milder than the first fireworks, but
she still throbbed and shivered as it took her.

Almost as soon as he was finished, her ass-deflowerer
popped is deflating cock out of her and disappeared.
She'd never know who it was who took her anal cherry.
She didn't have time to dwell on that or take any other
stock, though since with his sudden departure, she lost
her balance and staggered backwards, half tripping over
the guy tonguing her as she slipped from the grip of his
hands and lips.

A devastatingly handsome black man caught her fall.
Without preamble, he kissed her deeply while gently
lowering her to a sitting position on an old padded
office divider or room partition, which was propped up
at an angle to the floor.

Still locked with her lips, he moved around and over
her, sliding his hands down her breasts, sides and legs.
He wrapped his large hands around her ankles and spread
her legs apart, bending her knees, then moved towards
her and sank his ebony shaft slowly and completely into
her without once breaking the kiss. As his cock filled
her and his hands bent and parted her legs, he pressed
his kiss forward, forcing her to lie back on the
reclined partition. Danielle's eyes flashed open and
then dimmed.

A blur of confused thoughts raced through her mind: a
faint, earnest inner voice telling her to run...pajama
party stories about black boys...where were her friends?
...the girl in her class that had a baby last year... Oh
God! ... the big dick moving into and into and into
her...

The urge to struggle free died as the fat cock slid
fully home in her pussy. She flexed her hips and spread
herself wider for him. Her new dark lover began to fuck
her, sliding his tool almost completely out with one
beat, and all the way in with the next. The dance rhythm
was now loud and deep - like thunder, or a giant
heartbeat. The sound and the fucking were both slow and
powerful.

After a while, he broke their kiss and looked down at
her. Close-cropped hair glowed green from a dye job over
a face so black she could see it only by the background
it blocked out. The glowing whites of his eyes and
Cheshire-cat-grinning teeth filled the dark shape of his
head. Then that disappeared too as he lowered his face
to suck and tease her nipples, first one, then the
other, then back to the first.

Danielle arched her back and let her head sink as her
hips moved by themselves to meet his pumping cock. He
was uncircumcised, she realized. His foreskin moved with
a different sliding sensation inside her. The strange
new sensation made her shiver. She no longer cared where
she was, as long as whatever was happening to her didn't
stop.

A fleshy shaft brushed her cheek from above and behind.
The partition she was lying on ended at her neck, and
her head had been dangling over the edge, lolling back
and forth to her lover's rhythm. Bent back as she was,
she was at the perfect height and angle.

Danielle shook her head and turned away wanting to stay
focused on the feelings in her breasts and pussy, but
the cock's owner grabbed her hair and yanked, filling
her mouth with more hard meat as she opened it in
protest. Her hands moved to his abdomen to push him
away, but he just grabbed her wrists and held them to
his hips.

The two men screwed Danielle from both ends. The cock in
her pussy was fat and long, stretching and rubbing her
sensitive flesh into yet another frenzy of lust. The guy
in her mouth was not too large, and she decided that
getting him off quickly might be the best thing, so she
began to suck him with some enthusiasm as the attention
being paid her pussy and tits forced muffled moans from
her.

From her inverted position, she could watch a pair of
hairy balls approaching and receding in time to the
sliding of the penis in her mouth. Beyond them, through
his legs, she spied a heavy-breasted blond taking five
guys at once - one in each of her openings and one in
each hand. Two more guys sucked at her tits like
starving babies.

Danielle stared at the sight as the gentle breast
licking of her dark lover was joined by coarser gropes,
pinches, and caresses from the guy in her mouth. Finally
she felt but could not see the black stiffen, swell
inside her and cum. She shuddered as she felt more jism
shoot deep into her. For a few seconds, as she felt his
sperm shoot into her, she felt as utterly defenseless
and vulnerable as she truly was.

The pulsing heat filling her snatch triggered her third
orgasm. A sharp twinge of barely suppressed fear rode
hot just underneath her climax as her body milked the
surging cock of its last drops. Her body shook and
jerked as she crossed her own peak, and she sucked hard
on the cock in her mouth, willing it to come, too.

Her black lover withdrew, unseen, from her still-
clutching pussy only to be replaced immediately by
another. This prick was fat but short, dragging and
rasping her clit with each thrust. Four hands now
manipulated her breasts, the rougher handling eliciting
gasps and grunts from her stuffed mouth. The guy fucking
her face finally couldn't hold it anymore and spurted,
shoving fully down her throat as he did.

This took Danielle by surprise, and she swallowed out of
survival instinct, gagging and coughing as he pulled out
and vanished into the crowd. Danielle snapped her head
up to see who was inside her now. It was a chubby jock
she actually recognized from school, though she couldn't
remember his name. His eyes were closed, concentrating
on his fucking. The big lug rutted for a minute with
Danielle passive under him. He quickly came inside her
and left, never once looking her in the face.

In a momentary lull, Danielle sat up and looked around,
trying to clear the cobwebs from her mind. Everyone in
the room was now either naked or nearly so, and
everywhere she turned, she witnessed new orgiastic
scenes of debauchery. She caught a glimpse of the first
girl she had seen - the brunette. The garish lighting
reflected wetly off her sweat- and cum-covered body as
she straddled an unseen guy.

The girl had a vacant look in her eyes, mouth open,
crying out, body shaking in orgasm, stomach muscles
tightening with each spasm. Danielle's own hand drifted
unconsciously to her soaked bush, gently massaging her
puffy, almost-sore labia. She marveled with strange
detachment at the quantity of spunk slowly trickling out
of her. Her stomach fluttered and she shook her head.
She didn't want to think about that right now. It was
time to leave, clear her head, and figure out what had
happened.

Hands grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her up
the partition till her ass hung over the edge. A cock
pushed up into her pussy from behind - thin but very
long. This one touched and tickled the very end of her
passage as it pushed all the way in. A hand snaked
around her waist and hip to quickly frig her slit and
clit, ignoring her own hands as they tried to pull it
away from her. The abrupt actions tore her from her
quiet musings.

The sensations were sharp, mechanical, impersonal, and
almost too rough, but they were at the same time
insistent, expert, and in the end, utterly effective.
Danielle's resolve to leave weakened as her hips began
to buck, and her trepidation rose again and then faded
as the overpowering sexual buzz returned to claim her.
In a few short minutes, Danielle came abruptly from the
manipulation, whining and gulping air as her hands
gripped the edge of the partition.

She then felt herself pulled further back so that only
her calves rested on the partition, the long cock still
buried in her shuddering pussy. Hands reached up from
under her and parted her legs as a studly, gorgeous guy
stood up in between them. She recognized him. It was her
tie-dye partner! - The one she had seemed to connect
with earlier. He was nearly naked now, clad only in
sneakers and tight underwear - also blazingly tie-dyed.

His balls and fully erect cock poked through the
underwear's crotch-hole, pointing at her, a bright
yellow and green explosion pattern framing the turgid
shaft. The two guys took hold of her by her waist and
under her arms. The unseen one behind her pulled out of
her cunt and sat down on something behind him - some
ledge or high chair.

The pair then lowered Danielle back onto his rod, the
blunt head nuzzling into and then penetrating her ass as
they pulled her down onto it. She gasped for breath, but
put up no resistance, staring deeply, lustily into her
reclaimed partner's eyes. She felt like part of the
music, like part of the dance floor, like part of the
two men. Like the sound, she was going to surround and
envelop them. It suddenly seemed only right.

They settled her ass fully onto the one cock, until she
was mostly sitting on the guy's lap. This one was much
deeper in her than the first cock in her rear had been.
It was momentarily uncomfortable, but she accommodated
more rapidly than she would have believed. The guy in
front took his cock in one fist, aimed it at Danielle's
spread, open pussy, and drove forward. She gasped as it
went in and in and in.

It was the biggest thing she had taken inside her so
far. It filled her completely - squeezing out her own
juices and those that had been deposited in her by
others, until it bumped into the end of her passage with
a thump she thought she could hear. Danielle's mind
finally shut down, banishing the echoes of alarm and
anxiety to a vanishing corner. Her body went completely
limp, and she gave herself totally to the sensation.

A combination of lifting, sinking, rolling movements
ensued, filling and emptying her entire body. The two
cocks plowed in and out of her - sometimes one out while
the other in, sometimes both filling her together making
her wince. Air was forced out of her lungs when both
their bodies slapped up against hers. Her rippling inner
muscles worked automatically, squeezing the intruders,
adding to her own pleasure.

The guy in her ass came in a few grinding minutes, and
Danielle moaned softly as the increasingly familiar
liquid feeling spread up her gut. After another minute,
her tie-dye stud pulled her up off that deflating cock
and more fully onto his own. Now she held onto him for
dear life. He cupped her buttocks in his strong hands
and danced away from their location, pumping her up and
down on his pole as he moved across the floor.

Danielle locked her legs around his waist and wrapped
her arms around his upper back. Sometimes he pushed
Danielle's body up and let gravity drag her hungry pussy
back down onto him, sometimes he changed his grip and
literally picked her up and shoved her down on his cock.
Each time the he bottomed out inside her, she let out a
little yelp. She nuzzled into his bare, smooth chest as
if to hide, the fucking overwhelming her once again. She
rose again and started cumming with continuous spastic
contractions - her cunt constricting around his shaft
over and over as she sank down on it again and again.

This time she couldn't seem to stop - her orgasm only
continued and intensified. Danielle sank deeper onto the
raging cock as she milked it, cumming and cumming with
the music, with the dance, with all the boys... The
penis felt like it was spearing up into her stomach, her
throat... She felt him swell and explode against the
entrance to her womb and still she came. The strobe
lights kicked on and everything dissolved into flashes.
His grip on her loosened and she fell back away from him
into a lightning storm...

Danielle's awareness surfaced sporadically from then
on...

...Tongues licked all over her - up her twat, her ass,
on her breasts, in her mouth...

...A thin cock slid down her throat while the rigid pole
she sat on geysered up her ass...

...Fucked in front and back again, lying back on the one
in her ass (the same one?) while staring up at the
grinning Indian guy sliding in and out her pussy...

...Lying on blankets or clothes, the taste of a cum-
drenched pussy at her lips and female hands and mouth on
her pussy and clit while another rod fucked her...

...On hands and knees, two cocks slamming back and forth
in her mouth and pussy. One in, the other out, feeling
like they were connected completely through her. Back
and forth until the both shoved all the way in and
filled her belly with white froth...

...Every second was a blue-white haze, a driving beat,
and an interminable cum. Fuck by fuck, throb by throb,
the universe swirled and faded into a black-light
buzz...

**

Danielle woke up sore and alone in a corner of the quiet
warehouse. It was a bright, late morning. An old coat
had been draped over her where she lay on the pile of
packing blankets. She looked around. There was no sign
remaining that there had ever been a rave in this place,
everything was taken down. The warehouse looked as
derelict as it ever had.

Danielle assessed her situation. Under the coat, she
found her clothing was still disheveled and pushed back
to expose everything. Her panties were missing and, she
presumed, unrecoverable. Though sweat- and cum-soaked,
her outfit was at least still in complete and reasonably
serviceable. Upon looking around, she found the place
nearly deserted. A few individuals were sacked out in
various corners, none of them the friends she came with.
She presumed they'd left without her.

Danielle collected herself, arranged her clothes as best
she could and walked gingerly, a bit bowlegged, towards
the one remaining porta-john. Her pussy and ass felt
sore, yet liquid, and she felt various fluids ooze
slowly out of her and down her thighs as she walked.
Thank goodness the lavatory was still relatively clean
inside.

It took her a while to clean up. Above the sink in the
warehouse wall, the warped mirror showed her makeup had
given up the ghost, but she did her best to remove the
worst of it. She headed for the exit, mind slowly
spinning. She wondered, among other things, how she'd
get home.

As she approached the open door, she saw a sleeping
couple off to one side, the small girl lay on top of a
massive black guy. A stained blanket had been thrown
over them, but it covered them poorly.

Danielle saw the girl's thin, shapely legs straddling
the prone man's trunk-like middle. Her pale, round rear-
end rested slightly upturned. Underneath, his cock - fat
and hard even in slumber - buried itself deep in her
stretched snatch. One of his hands rested possessively
on her blanketed back. Her head rested in the tight
curls of his chest hair, a small smile on her lips.

Danielle stopped - it was Riku. She was messy looking,
short hair matted with sweat and cum, makeup smeared.
Even so, she looked strangely pretty, sensual even,
Danielle thought. Had Riku found the room the same way
she had? Had she known about it all along and gone in
intentionally? Danielle wanted to ask her so many
things. Both Riku and her partner seemed to be in deep
sleep, and in the end Danielle couldn't bring herself to
wake her friend, much less ask her questions, just now.

She blinked in the brightness as she left the building.
She thought about how awful she must look in the light
of day. She didn't notice the bouncer-dockworker type
lounging near the entrance until he he'd walked right up
in front of her, holding out a plastic card with the
techno-symbol logo of the rave production company
printed on it.

"Free admission any time you want. Bring a friend or
three. There's a couple cabs around the corner two docks
up." He pointed it out to her. "You need fare?"

Danielle looked at him blankly for a moment before
putting meaning to the words. She remembered putting her
purse in Julia's trunk last night. She nodded. The man
handed her a folded up 20.

"Hellova show, missy. You come back, y'hear?" He smiled,
winked at her and strolled off.

Three cabs were waiting where he said they'd be.
Danielle fell into one, mumbled her address, and then
leaned back in the seat. She unfolded the 20 to pay, and
realized it was wrapped around more paper. Eyes wide,
she separated out a real one thousand-dollar bill - and
a short note on white paper.

"Great debut! We hope you will continue to party and
partner with us in the future. With your talent, the
mutual rewards will only increase." The note was signed
with a hand drawn version of the logo, below which were
a time and address in the warehouse district - next
week's rave.

Danielle headed home, still a little dazed, turning the
plastic card in her hand. She needed to talk to Riku.

End

time. So she wasn’t his favourite person in the whole wide world.

Which was why this moment was so fucking sweet.

The last time he’d seen her had been in court. She’d stood there looking all fucking demure as she gave her ‘account’ of what had happened between them earlier. The anger still burned like it was fresh every time he thought of it. He’d done a lot of things in his life, but he had never raped a girl. And present company excluded of course, he never intended to.

He would have accepted doing time for a crime that he had actually committed; there were sure as hell enough of those. But to be sent to the Marines for attempted rape when the whole thing was bullshit? That he couldn’t accept. Watching her stand there turning on the waterworks while she told the jury about how he’d held her up against a wall and finger fucked her until she begged him to stop? He would have gladly done the time for murder instead if he’d been able to run across the room and strangle her.

She’d treated him like she thought he was shit from the day that they met, although that still didn’t cool the full-on lust that he felt every time that he even thought about her. The stuck up English accent drove him so crazy that he couldn’t tell if he wanted to screw someone or kick the shit out of them. She knew he wanted her; she had to. Everyone else knew it. He tried his best not to make her mad at him, but he had to make a living. The city wasn’t an easy place to live for a half Irish punk without a father. Not that he was making any excuses for himself. There were other choices he could have made and didn’t.

She caught him one day selling weed on the school grounds. It was small time shit that normally people would just have gotten a warning about, but he’d been there too many times already. He found himself sitting in her classroom after the end of school every day for the rest of the month. Not that he really thought of that as punishment until the last day.

“This is the last time I’m putting up with this from you, Sean,” his teacher said, in full-scale Bitch mode. “You’re not a child any more and you’re certainly capable of knowing right from wrong. If you’re caught engaging in any illegal activity on the school grounds again you will be permanently excluded from the school. Is that clear enough for you?”

Sean looked over at his teacher and smiled mischievously. “It is,” he agreed. “But I’ve always wondered. Are you so uptight because your dealer isn’t coming up with the goods, or do you just need a good fuck? Either way, I can hook you up, you know?”

Harrison looked unimpressed. “Today is not a good day to try to provoke me, Sean,” she replied. “I have a lot of work to do and I can think of better ways of spending my time than this.”

“You mean than with me,” Sean growled, his sense of humour disappearing as he was suddenly reminded that he would never be good enough for her. He stood up and walked towards the front of the room, agitated. “Why the fuck is it that I’m not even worth the time of day?”

“You can think what you like,” she snapped. “Just do it elsewhere, please.” That was enough for Sean. He stalked towards her, his eyes smouldering. Lisa backed away quickly, until her back hit the classroom wall and she was trapped. Sean advanced on her until his chest was grazing her nipples and he grabbed her cheek, let his mouth almost touch hers. He stood there for several moments, his breathing heavy with anger and arousal.

She didn’t move, or scream, or try to push him away. She simply stood there, waiting for him to do whatever he was going to do. Her breathing was unsteady and she was trembling slightly, but she still didn’t fight him. He desperately wanted to turn his head just enough so that he could taste her, but he’d probably already done enough to get himself kicked out of the school.

Sean took a half step backwards. “I’m sorry,” he whispered softly, then let his hand slide down off Lisa’s cheek. “I’m sorry.” He left the room and didn’t look back. He’d expected her to have him kicked out for that, but she didn’t say a word to anyone. Which made him wonder about whether she had actually enjoyed the whole thing.

And that brought him back to his interpretation of the events so ashamedly described by Miss Innocent during their little courtroom drama. A couple of weeks after their not-quite kiss, she’d followed him into the students’ study room to continue an argument that he was trying to escape. He hadn’t finished an assignment for her class. Big deal. Like he was ever going to graduate from the fucking school anyway. She was arguing for argument’s sake, and she was driving him crazy. And turning him on.

Sean stomped off into the kitchen in the hope that she would leave so that he could wait until his raging hard on had gone. But no. Why would she follow him in there if she didn’t want anything to happen?

As soon as she walked through the door to the kitchen, Sean closed it behind her and slammed his body up against hers. He grabbed her arms and held them still with his left hand as he slid his right hand to her chin and held her mouth steady. He didn’t hesitate this time; he slid his mouth over hers and kissed her hard. Her mouth tasted like cream and he growled in ecstasy as he thrust up against her, the hand on her jaw moving down and onto her left breast.

He felt her groan softly as he slid his tongue into her mouth and his fingers over her nipple. She writhed against him for a moment, until he made it clear that he didn’t want to let her go. His hand slid into her shirt and cupped her bare breast and she turned her head away from Sean and moaned in pleasure, her face red with shame.

“I wanna fuck you baby,” Sean whispered softly, his hand sliding down across her hips and on to her thighs. He continued to kiss his teacher as he slid his hand back up her skirt and into her underwear. She moaned against him softly, squirmed as she tried to free her arms from his grip. He slid his fingers inside her gently, stroked around in a circle as he used his thumb to stroke over her clit. She arched her back against him in response, whining desperately against his mouth.

Lisa tore her mouth away from Sean’s and tried to catch her breath. He slid his mouth to her throat instead and continued his assault with his altogether far too talented mouth. God, he felt good. But she couldn’t do this. “Let me go,” she whispered softly, and he froze against her neck. “Please Sean.”

Sean straightened and slid his fingers out of Lisa’s underwear slowly. He slid both hands to her face and held her eyes level with his. “Tell me you don’t want me,” he growled, grinding his hips against hers slowly. She gulped.

“You’re a student, Sean,” she whispered. “And I’m your teacher. I’ll lose my career for this; please let me go. Please.”

And he let her go. And that brought them back to the courtroom drama. He didn’t know why she’d said what she did. Maybe she was trying to protect herself in case he tried to undermine her. It was bullshit anyway, whichever way you cut it. Being accused of rape – even attempted rape – would always put a damper on the rest of your life.

Sean watched with an arrogant detachment as two of his men marched the woman into his office and sat her down in the chair opposite his desk. He leaned back in his chair for a moment and savoured the fear that he could feel coming off her in waves. He usually wasn’t that interested in prolonging the agony, but this was certainly different.

He hadn’t seen her in ten years, but she looked almost unchanged. Her hair was the same chestnut brown and as glossy and poker straight as he remembered, although it seemed shorter now that he thought about it. She still had a gorgeously curvy figure and didn’t even seem like she’d put on a single extra pound. However, her beautiful big brown eyes were filled with fear and panic rather than her old holier than thou look, and he certainly liked the change.

Although Lisa looked the same as she had ten years earlier, Sean most certainly did not. He was no longer the gangly street punk that she remembered from his time at her school. He had grown into and developed his body to the point where he now had an impressive presence, even while sitting down. His once greasy looking half Puerto Rican features had matured, and together with a well trimmed goatee and beautifully modern, messily spiked haircut, made him look incredibly striking. His smouldering dark eyes didn’t hurt either.

She’d said that he’d never amount to anything. He had to fight to keep the smirk from his face as the bitch sat trembling in his office, knowing only too well how easily he could destroy her. In ten years he had built an empire that from nothing had turned into the strongest mafia family in the area. He was literally the most powerful man in the city and he had a hundred men snapping at his heels ready to do his dirty work for him just in case he didn’t feel like it.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” Sean murmured softly, finally allowing a glint of satisfaction to shine through. Lisa almost shivered in fear.

“Look, Sean…” she started, finding it difficult to meet his gaze. She was terrified, and with good reason. Her voice lacked its trademark Bitch quality, and she suddenly seemed very fragile while on his home ground.

“Nobody has called me Sean in a very long time,” he said softly. She knew that, of course. He’d been in the news enough that she couldn’t possibly have missed his rise to infamy. Angel Morgan was always a source of interesting gossip.

“I’m sorry,” she replied. She was gripping her hands together in her lap painfully. “Angel. I know that we haven’t had the, um… most successful relationships in the past, but I promise you this has nothing to do with me.”

“Oh really?” Angel asked, one eyebrow raising in amusement.

“Really,” Lisa repeated, her eyes widening imploringly.

Angel leaned forward in his chair for a moment as he let the silence drag out. He was unsurprised to note that the change in the dynamics of their relationship had made him want the bitch even more than he had when he was a kid. After months of being bossed around and then having his life destroyed by her, having the ability to end her life in a second without even lifting a finger was a powerful stimulant.

“Because you understand how things look to me,” Angel murmured softly, deliberately allowing his eyes to roam over Lisa’s chest until she squirmed in embarrassment. “Don’t you?” She was silent, so he elaborated for her. “First you completely fuck up my life to save your own, and then when you see me actually get back on my feet, you can’t take being wrong, so you try to fuck me over again.”

Lisa’s eyes darted to meet Angel’s in panic. “It isn’t like that!” she whispered, her hands gripping her side of the desk in panic. “I promise you it isn’t! This has nothing to do with me, Angel, I swear it doesn’t!”

“And why the fuck should I believe you?” Angel asked, allowing his voice to take on some of his trademark menacing quality. He noticed her squirm again at that, and was amused to notice that she pressed her legs together very quickly. Getting wet?

“Because it’s ridiculous!” Lisa exclaimed. “Why would I try to draw your attention to me by doing this? What could I possibly have to gain from it?” It was true, it was ridiculous. There was no way on earth that she would have ever wanted to draw Sean “Angel” Morgan’s attention to her ever again. She had been less than amused to find out that her boyfriend had borrowed money from one of the mafia families. When she’d found out it had been from Sean Morgan, she had nearly had a fit. And when she’d found out that he’d borrowed it against her house and wasn’t going to pay it back…

She explained what had happened and Angel listened to her babble. It wasn’t until she had finished explaining the whole mess that she realised what kind of trouble she was actually in. Angel already knew the story, and he’d known all along exactly what had happened. He didn’t get where he was today by being ignorant of his business deals. He’d allowed her boyfriend to borrow the money against her house, and he’d done it in order to get her into this position. He didn’t care about the money, he cared about getting his hands on her.

The full weight of the situation now sinking in, Lisa sat silently, willing the tears not to fall as she waited for Angel to do what he was going to do. She had no idea what he was thinking; the man sitting in front of her was almost unrecognisable as the kid that had caused her so much trouble in his time at school. He was beautiful, and well dressed, and well built. And he gave off an aura of absolute self confidence that was both intensely attractive and utterly intimidating at the same time.

Angel sat back in his chair again, satisfied that Lisa now understood the situation that she was in, and the fact that she was completely at his mercy. “Do you have any idea how much money you owe me?” he asked softly. She opened her mouth to protest that it wasn’t her debt, but then realised that it was pointless. “No?” he continued. “Four hundred grand, baby. That means that your house belongs to me. And I am going to collect.”

Lisa closed her eyes and looked down as she felt a tear spill onto her cheek. If he took her house, she would have absolutely nothing left out of everything she had ever worked for. She dropped her head into her hands and whispered “Sean, please. This isn’t fair.”

“It isn’t?” he asked. “After you had me convicted of attempted rape when you knew it was bullshit? After you absolutely destroyed my entire life? Maybe I’m not being hard enough on you, is that what you mean?”

“I was not willing and you knew it Sean!” Lisa growled. “That’s why you were holding my arms down and had me pinned against the wall, if you remember! And this is a complete set up.”

“This is no more of a set up than what you did to me, you bitch,” Angel replied. “You moaned like a whore and you know it. And when you asked me to let you go, I fucking let you go. You did all this because you fucking liked it, and you were terrified that I would tell someone. You did it to save your own fucking ass and to hell with me.”

Lisa was silent for several moments, and then took a shaky breath. “What do you want from me, Angel?” she asked. “To take away everything I’ve worked for? Well you’ve done that. Can I please go now?”

Angel smiled nastily. “Do you really think you’re getting away from me that easily, baby?” he asked. “After ten years of wanting to beat the living shit out of you, do you honestly think I’m going to let you go now?” His voice had descended even more into his menacing tone, but was also becoming huskily sexy at the same time. Lisa gulped hard.

“Then…” she whispered, her voice breaking in fear. “What are you…?”

“Do you really think I care about four hundred grand?” Angel asked. Lisa frowned in confusion. “It’s not the fucking money that I want, baby. It’s you. I want to see you fucking suffer. I’m going to humiliate you and degrade you until you feel the way that I felt when you told the world that I’m a fucking rapist. And if you behave, then maybe when I’m done I won’t fucking kill you.”

Lisa sat in silence for a moment, until she could no longer stand the tension. “What are you going to do?” she asked softly.

Angel stood up and stalked towards Lisa’s side of the desk slowly. He pulled her to her feet and pushed her until she had her back to the wall. “You, baby,” he whispered softly as he slid his hand to her chin to hold her eyes level with his. “You are going to do anything that I want, for as long as I want, until I’m done with you. And if you complain, or you don’t perform exactly like I wanted, I’m going to beat the fucking shit out of you until you do. Do you understand?”

Lisa whimpered softly at the proximity of Angel’s body, but nodded obediently. There was no way that she could get out of this. He smiled, then moved so that he was pinning her to the wall and held her arms behind her back with his left hand.

“Feel familiar?” he asked as he slid his right hand against her breast. Lisa closed her eyes in fear; it did feel all too familiar, but a whole lot worse at the same time. Ten years ago she had known that she was in a public place and that she had a lot more chance of escape. Now… she was utterly at Angel’s mercy, and he had none to give. His body was hard and muscled enough so that she knew she had no chance of overpowering him, and even if she did, she would never be able to get far enough away from him to be out of his reach.

“I’m a rapist now baby,” he whispered, his fingers tightening over her nipple until she whimpered in pain. “I may as well fucking enjoy it.” He leaned down and kissed her, his body reacting instantly to the familiar creamy taste of her mouth. She moaned softly as she squirmed against him, gasping as she felt his dick press into her lower belly.

Angel slid his mouth to Lisa’s throat and continued to kiss as he slid his hand from her breast down and into her underwear. He stroked over her clitoris with his thumb and slid two fingers inside her and circled slowly, just as he had done when they had been in the school. “Aren’t you gonna ask me to stop, baby?” he taunted softly, and tears started to fall down Lisa’s face again. She was ashamed to realise that she was a lot wetter than she should be, and he knew it. She gasped as his thumb found the perfect rhythm on her clitoris to drive her crazy and held there, and his mouth continued to torment her throat.

Lisa moaned softly as her body started nearing orgasm. She was pushing as hard as she could against Angel’s hand, desperate for him to send her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she bit her lip and had to concentrate on not letting herself collapse. She whined in desperation as he suddenly withdrew his fingers and stepped away from her, leaving her utterly frustrated.

Now that he had her, Angel was eager to fuck his little prize. But he’d been waiting ten years; he could manage to wait a few minutes longer. Especially if it added to her humiliation and discomfort. She was breathless and dishevelled and the look of shameful pleasure on her face was rapidly being replaced with anger and embarrassment. Good. He didn’t want her to roll over and beg; there would have been no fun in that. He walked back over to his desk and dropped his suit jacket onto the chair, then pulled off his tie and loosened the top buttons of his shirt. He slowly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt as he turned around to face Lisa again.

“Come here,” he whispered softly. She stood for a moment, weighing up her options. She didn’t want to act the slave and do as she was told; he was blackmailing her and had just totally humiliated her, after all. However, she didn’t have much choice in the matter. She eventually took a couple of small steps towards him as a token gesture of obedience. He was unimpressed.

“Come here,” he said again, his voice hard. He wasn’t used to having to repeat himself, and his eyes blazed angrily. Lisa gulped, and did as she was told, walking up to him so that she had to crane her neck to look into his eyes. He tangled one hand into the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled downwards until she took the hint and got down onto her knees.

It was obvious what he wanted, but Lisa refused to do anything without being told. Angel slid his hand to Lisa’s jaw and lifted her face until her eyes met his again. “You’ve got two choices baby,” he growled. “You can blow me, or not. But if not, you’re gonna regret it. It’s up to you.”

Of course now that she had a choice, she couldn’t possibly relent. Even though it meant that she was going to suffer for it (and then probably have to blow him anyway). Lisa lifted her chin in defiance and sat still, refusing to move. Angel raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Let me put it this way for you,” he went on. “You can blow me, or you can blow every single one of the ten guys standing outside, and then me. Do you think you need the practice first baby?”

Lisa scowled. She had been determined not to give in, but what would be the point if it just meant humiliating herself in front of even more people? She slid the palms of her hands onto his thighs and stroked gently for a moment, then slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

She gulped in apprehension. He was pretty big, and Lisa had always had a well developed gag reflex; this was going to be difficult. She slid her hands back on to his thighs and stroked up and down slowly, feeling the muscles move beneath his skin. The suit certainly hadn’t over-exaggerated his build, and his legs were beautiful. Lisa slid one hand to her mouth and licked over her palm up to her finger ends, before gently gripping his shaft and sliding up to cup the head.

The soft moan that Lisa heard above her spurred her on a little, and she stuck out her tongue and lapped it from the base of his shaft to the tip, returning to gently lick over his balls before sliding back up and flicking her tongue into the opening at the top.

The feel of Lisa’s mouth on his dick was electric as she first started to suck and Angel moaned softly in pleasure, his fingers sliding into her hair and rubbing her scalp gently. As much as he had enjoyed his past achievements in getting to where he was today, even murdering his biggest competitors with his own hands didn’t compare to the feeling of elation he was experiencing at this moment. He closed his eyes and groaned harshly as Lisa slid her hand to his balls and stroked for a moment before squeezing gently.

She had him coming a lot quicker than he’d expected, and he was almost annoyed that she had gotten off so easily. She stood up again slowly, used her middle finger to mop up a dribble of his come that had landed on her chin, and then sucked her finger clean. She’d staged it to tease and it worked perfectly, but he was going to need a few minutes before he’d be ready to finally screw her into submission.

Lisa frowned apprehensively as Angel called another man into the room. He was one of the men that had brought her here in the first place, so she’d seen him before. He’d been there when they’d forced their way into her house and manhandled her to her knees - at his feet, no less. She remembered the feel of his palm on her face as he lifted her head so that he could see her clearly, checking that he had the right person. He was tall, taller than Sean, and also well built but not bulky. She knew very well that he would be able to handle himself in trouble.

Angel motioned for Nicky to come over to him, and whispered something in his ear that Lisa couldn’t hear, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like it. He then walked back to Lisa and pulled her against him from behind, so that he could whisper into her ear and look over her shoulder.

“You’re good with your mouth, baby,” he whispered softly, stroking his fingers along her jaw gently. “You suck like one of my $1000 a night whores. And I am really gonna enjoy hearing you moan while I watch you squirming on the end of my dick.” Lisa shivered slightly, fearful of her own body’s response to his intentionally crude language. Angel smiled, nuzzled her ear for a moment before speaking again.

“You remember Nicky, don’t you baby? He brought you here.” Lisa nodded slowly. “Good. He’s my right hand man, and I trust him with my life.” Where was this going? “Which means that he ends up working very hard for me,” Sean went on. Aha. “Everyone deserves a break once in a while, don’t you think baby?” he asked. “Or maybe a little reward for their efforts?” Shit. “He was very good to you earlier today, wasn’t he? Stopped one of my guys from fucking up your face, even though you deserved it?”

One of the guys that had grabbed her had tried to feel her up. She wasn’t going to just put up with it. She smacked him in the face before shoving her knee into his balls full force. He was less than amused, and started laying in to her with his knuckles until Nicky arrived. He stopped him with one word.

“Did you even say thank you baby?” Angel asked, and Lisa shook her head slowly. She wasn’t exactly going to thank one of her kidnappers. “Don’t you think it’s time you did?” he asked, and she sighed shakily. “Just do for him what you did for me honey, and that’s all you need to do. You don’t need to fuck him, just show him what you can do with your mouth.”

Angel pushed Lisa forward gently and she took the hint. She walked up to Nicky where he was leaning against Angel’s desk and she gulped nervously. As embarrassing as giving Angel a blow job had been, she did at least know him a little. This guy was a complete stranger, and to get down on her knees in front of him and let him come in her mouth was utterly degrading. Not that she had any choice, however.

It didn’t seem right to just walk up to someone, pull down their pants and start to suck, so before getting down on her knees Lisa stroked her palms against Nicky’s chest and then leaned upwards to kiss him. He had a gorgeously soft mouth and she moaned softly as he slid his hands into her hair and held onto her as he kissed her back. She slid her hands down and stroked him through his clothing gently before unbuttoning his pants and moving inside.

Nicky moaned softly as he felt the girl slide her mouth onto him and swallow his entire length until her nose hit pubic hair. She slid back again so that she could flick her tongue over the head of his dick until he was almost whining in frustration. She then started to suck in earnest as she slid two fingers to his perineum and pressed gently.

Several minutes later, Nicky was finding it difficult to hold himself back. “Oh baby,” he whispered softly as he slid his hands into Lisa’s hair. He held her against him gently as he said “I’m gonna… mmm.” His semen hit the back of Lisa’s throat suddenly as he came and she gagged slightly, which could only serve to increase the pleasure that he was feeling. He held her down on top of him for a couple of moments until his body calmed down a little, and then he remembered that she needed to breathe, and let her go.

Nicky left as soon as his legs were able to support his weight again, and Lisa turned back towards Angel, knowing that this was going to be revenge time for him. He was sitting in a comfortable chair, leaning back casually, face unreadable. He motioned for her to come towards him and she obeyed, her body trembling. Once she got into touching range Angel pulled Lisa so that she straddled his knee with her arse grinding into his crotch.

Lisa gasped softly as Angel settled her on top of him, the warmth and hardness of him causing her heart rate and her breathing to noticeably increase in intensity. Her body stiffened, unable to decide whether it wanted to hold itself away, or grind against him even harder.

“Did you enjoy that, baby?” Angel asked, sliding his hand into Lisa’s hair so that she couldn’t look away from him. “Huh? Are you still wet for me?” Lisa blushed in humiliation and tried to look away, but Angel tightened his grip in her hair until her eyes watered and she flinchingly met his gaze. “Are you still wet?” he asked softly.

“I don’t know,” Lisa replied, trying to avoid answering him. Her cheeks were burning and there were tears glistening in her eyes. Angel smiled, pulled Lisa closer until he was nuzzling her ear and could whisper directly into it.

“Baby,” he murmured, his voice husky and gravelly to the point that Lisa felt herself flush with heat just at the sound of it. “I’m gonna hold you down and slide my dick so deep inside you that you can’t even fucking breathe. I am gonna fuck you absolutely senseless, baby.”

Lisa whimpered in response to Angel’s voice, the whimper turning into a groan as he rocked his hips upwards to thrust against her. She was shaking, her body still confused over how it wanted to react to him. However, there was one thing that remained constant, and that was the feeling of shame burning through her veins. Angel slid his free hand under her skirt and brushed the pad of his thumb over her clit gently, then harder as she arched her back toward him. She moaned softly in humiliation as she realised that there was no way she could stop herself from responding to him.

Angel got up from his chair, lifting the girl in his arms with him. He carried her over to his desk and laid her on top of it, pushing her down until she lay prone, her ass on the edge of the desk and her legs dangling to the floor. He slid her thighs together for a moment as he hooked his fingers into her underwear and slid it free of her legs, then slid his palms back up the inside of her legs to part them again. The girl shuddered a little as she realised how exposed she now was. He repeated the move of his thumb-pad against her clit and the increased friction caused her to squeal sharply. He smiled as she tried to close her legs and thrust up against him at the same time.

Lisa absolutely could not control her body as Angel twisted his fingers in a circle, keeping his thumb on her clitoris as his middle finger circled her opening gently. Just as she was sure that he was going to push that damned finger inside her and ease the burning in her belly, he pulled away and slid it up and down the length of her outer lips instead. She whined in frustration, and Angel smiled down at her. He knew exactly what she needed, but he wasn’t going to let her have her way just yet. He continued to torment her until her tortured cries made his dick ache.

Angel finally relented and slid two fingers inside Lisa up until his first knuckle, just enough to make her need more. She instinctively jerked her hips, pushing his fingers inside her a little deeper. Angel smiled, started circling them inside her slowly. She keened softly, arched her back and started rocking against him, trying to increase the fiendishly gently rhythm that he had set. He slid inside her a little deeper for a moment, then pulled out again.

Leaning over, Angel slid his palms to the top of Lisa’s thighs and parted them further, until her clit stood up and away from her body. He lowered his head slowly, until he could use the very tip of his tongue to graze the top of her clit very, very gently.

“Oh god…” Lisa whimpered, desperately trying to lift herself closer so that he would lick her again, but Angel was having none of it. “Oh, please!” He smiled, breathed out over her wet flesh gently until she shuddered. He lowered his face again, circled his tongue around her opening and licked it up to her clit, repeating this several times before sliding it into his mouth and starting to suck.

As Angel slid his fingers back inside her and started circling deeper, his mouth and tongue still firmly attached to her clitoris, Lisa felt like her world was turning upside down. She couldn’t think, could hardly even breathe, and had no idea what was happening to her except for the fact that she desperately needed to come. She lifted her head slightly so that she could look down at Angel, and gasped sharply as a thought suddenly struck her like a lead weight.

She saw two different people in the man kneeling between her legs. Firstly, the pain in the arse kid who had made her working life hell and whose life she had ruined in return; and she felt almost immobilised with shame at the thought of him. But secondly, she saw Angel Morgan, literally the most powerful man in the city. He was both feared and admired by the media and the masses, and he could do anything he wanted, get anything he wanted, and kill anyone he wanted, period.

Angel Morgan was kneeling between her legs, eating her out. And she was terrified, and disgusted with herself, but at the same time, a thrill shot up her spine. As that thought occurred to her, Lisa’s body shuddered for the last time, before surging into orgasm. She finally came back to her senses as Angel’s mouth descended onto hers, his tongue sliding inside to tease her own. He had loosened his trousers again, and he thrust himself against her, with just the fabric of his boxers stopping his dick from sliding into her swollen wet warmth.

Lisa moaned softly, one hand lifting to bury itself into Angel’s gorgeous hair, the other curling into claws and lightly scratching down to his arse. He jerked against her harder, slid his mouth down to her throat and started to suck gently. Lisa’s pelvis jerked as her nether regions began to stir again.

This hadn’t exactly gone to plan, Angel thought as his mouth slid further down, shoving Lisa’s shirt out of the way so that he could fasten his mouth onto a nipple. But right now, he didn’t give a shit. He had wanted her for so long, and the memory of the taste of her had still driven him crazy even after the court case. Now that he had her, he wanted to make the most out of it. He reluctantly lifted himself back off the girl so that he could remove his pants and his shirt, but Lisa followed him, sliding back down to the ground.

This time, Lisa slid her mouth straight down his shaft until her nose hit his abdomen, and started to suck hard. He gasped in surprise, whispered “ohh, fuck!” as he had to try desperately to hold his orgasm back. He wasn’t sure if she was trying to make him come again in the hope that she would get out of getting fucked, but it wasn’t going to happen. He allowed himself two full minutes of bliss before lifting her off him, and back into the same position on the desk.

Angel grabbed Lisa’s wrists and dragged them up above her head, holding her still as he leaned over her to whisper into her ear. “You’re good with your mouth baby,” he growled softly. “But don’t even think you’d get to blow me again and get out of this. You’re still getting fucked.” He punctuated the end of his sentence with a thrust of his hips, and Lisa moaned softly, the combination of the helpless position she was now in, the thrust of his hips and the coarse language he was using suddenly making her body burn again. She knew that she had a thing for being dominated, but she’d never before experienced it with a man who could (and might), kill her in an instant.

Angel felt the woman’s reaction to their new position and smirked to himself. She liked being dominated. He lowered the tone of his voice as much as he could, and sank deeper into his old Brooklyn accent as he continued to growl in her ear. “You’re going to feel every single inch of my cock sliding into your cunt, until I’m so deep that you can’t breathe and you’re whining for me to stop. Then I’m gonna start to fuck you, baby. And you’re gonna get it so hard you’ll be seeing stars and crying for more.”

Lisa’s face was burning as Angel talked. She hated the word cunt, and he knew it. He’d used it on purpose to get a reaction, and it definitely worked. Her body had started writhing against him; she was deeply ashamed of the way that she was responding but she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t even make herself want to stop. He was rough and coarse but he was beautiful and the most powerful man in the city, and he could do absolutely anything he wanted. And right now, he wanted to be inside her. And just that very thought sent shivers of guilty pleasure through her body. She moaned softly, and wasn’t sure if the moan was longing or despair.

As the girl writhed beneath him, Angel felt like he was going to explode. He was slowly grinding his hips against her, and her juices had soaked through his boxers until they were slick against the head of his cock. He couldn’t think straight, almost felt like he was stoned. He slid his free had to her jaw and held her eyes in line with his for a moment.

“You need it baby,” he whispered at the woman lying beneath him. “Don’t you?” Lisa whined softly, but couldn’t bring herself to answer. Angered, Angel growled as he yanked his boxers out of the way and dragged them off his legs. When he next ground his hips into Lisa’s, he let the head of his cock rest just inside her opening. She moaned in anticipation, tried to wriggle so that he would enter her, but he was having none of it.

“Answer me baby,” he growled, circling around her opening gently. “Or I will make you not come all fucking night!”

Lisa couldn’t hold on any longer, she was burning and she knew he would make good on his promise. Her voice when she spoke was wavering and small. “Yes.” When Angel looked less than impressed, she added “I need it.”

“You need my cock in your pretty little wet cunt, baby?” he asked, enjoying the look of humiliation that came over his former teacher’s face. “You need to be fucked?”

Lisa whispered another yes, squeezed her eyes closed to try to stop a tear from running down her cheek, and failed. Angel dug his fingers into her jaw until she took the hint and looked him in the eye again.

“You need me to fuck you, little girl? Huh?” Lisa nodded, more tears falling down her face. “Then tell me what you need, baby,” Angel growled. “Say it.”

Lisa whined softly at the thought, but she knew she had no choice. She took a shaky breath and whispered “please fuck me, Angel.” He smiled slightly, but he was still waiting for more. “I – I need you in… inside me.”

Angel slid his mouth to Lisa’s ear and nuzzled gently. “Come on baby, you can do better than that. Just repeat after me: I need your cock in my cunt. Just seven easy words, all one syllable. Come on, baby. Say it.”

Lisa’s nether regions were clenching with every word as Angel whispered directly into her ear. His voice was gorgeous, and it was keeping her boiling hot even though he hadn’t touched her in a good few minutes. With his mouth against her ear she also had a little more privacy, and she was able to whisper what he wanted her to say.

“I need your cock in my cunt,” she whispered softly, squirming at the use of the foul and dreaded word. Angel groaned harshly, almost couldn’t stop himself from burying his cock balls deep inside her.

“You’re gonna scream for me, little girl. Do you know that?”

“Oh yes. Oh please!”

Angel hooked one of Lisa’s legs under his free arm, and spread her wide. He slid his cock another inch inside her, stopped as he savoured the semi-pained look of desperation and longing on her face. She groaned in contentment, then started writhing again, searching for more. He continued to slide himself into her, making sure that she felt every inch disappear into her slick insides. The head of his cock eventually bumped her cervix, but his balls hadn’t yet touched her ass. He pushed a little harder, waiting for her body to stretch to accommodate him. She moaned softly, then whimpered as he forced her body to bend to his will.

“How does it feel, baby?” Angel growled softly. “How does my cock feel inside your hot little cunt?”

“Oh my,” Lisa whispered breathlessly. She was finding it very difficult to speak clearly. “Oh god!”

“Tell me how it feels, baby,” he growled again, sliding his hand to her throat and squeezing gently. She felt like a hot, slick little vice, and his head was spinning, but he needed her to tell him how it felt to her.

“It’s hot,” she whispered, panting between words. “And hard. And… And oh god, it’s good. Angel, please!”

“What do you need, baby?” he asked. He knew exactly what she needed, but he wanted her to beg for it.

“Please Angel,” Lisa whispered. “Please fuck me!”

Angel slid out of the girl until only the glans of his dick was still inside her, and then slammed back into her, hard and fast. She whimpered and whined, squirming in pain, but her hips rocked towards him, begging for more.

“Is that what you need baby?” Angel asked. “Do you need it hard, honey?”

“Oh, god, yes!” she groaned, biting her lip in a mesmerising mixture of pleasure and pain as she lifted her body to maintain as much contact with his as possible. He slid his mouth over hers and she released her lip from her teeth so that he could slide his tongue in between them.

Angel groaned in contentment as he settled into a steady rhythm that brought his former teacher to orgasm twice before he finally came inside her. He had fully intended on raping the bitch, but as he watched her body shudder in pleasure against his, he was glad that he hadn’t needed to. As his own body surged into orgasm and he collapsed on top of her, he realised something very alarming.

Once was never going to be enough.