"Playtime"

Advisory: Disturbing content, graphic violence, rape, murder. Read at your own risk, complaints will be laughed at as you've been warned.


Music

Thumping, pumping, grinding

Driving the audience into a frenzy of Lust

People bumping, touching, fondling

Strangers sink to the ground locked in an embrace, lips, tongues, hands seeking purpose

Desire.

Need.

Lust.

She stands at the edge of the stage, almost purring with satisfaction.

She comes for the show.

She stays for the fun.

The show is done...

And now...

It is playtime...

She stalks through the crowd, a predatory presence which is felt, but unnoticed. She pauses to watch with the tiniest smirk quirking her lips upward.

It has been too long since she has played, since she has fed the darkest desires.

The first one comes to her, eyes wide and full of wonder as he studies the glint in her eyes. "Hungry" she says petulantly, lower lip pushing out just slightly as large blue eyes flutter at him pleadingly.

He nods, reaching for her hand, scanning the crowd. He pulls her close, shielding her with his own body. He is strong. Muscles rippling just beneath the surface of flesh and sweat drenched tshirt as he shifts, putting one arm around her. His breath comes in quick gasps of anticipation.

She doesn't know how she attracts them, only that they find her. There is something within them, some need to feel, to hurt, to feed... They understand her own need, come to attend to her, giving of themselves if necessary. Sweat, Blood, Life itself if that is what she wishes...

When the demon comes, it calls to them somehow, and they obey. They need her as she needs them. As the demon needs them. The darkness calls, a siren song of forbidden desire... and one cannot resist or deny its call...

She smirks just slightly to herself as he slams another away, a weak one who could not hope to satiate or even whet her appetites.

This one, he calls himself Kent, finds the dark corner, pulling her into an embrace. She whispers her pleasure, allows him a taste of her lips, then pulls away. "Hungry" the same petulant almost whine which cannot be ignored. He nods. "Wait here."

She leans against the wall, absently toying with the hem of her skirt as he slips back into the crowd. She watches him dodge through, occasionally losing sight but knowing he will return before long with what she craves...

Moments, barely minutes, later... A figure enters the other end of the short alley way. Her champion, with another in tow.

The girl is small, petite even. Short blonde hair framing her face. Pouting lips and wide, frightened eyes. SHE Smiles with pleasure, gesturing for the girl to move forward. Smiling as the girl obeys, pressing herself close, stretching upward in search of a kiss.

She allows the girl but a taste of her lips, enough to tantalize... Speak of future rewards... The girl shivers as she is pushed away, gently.

The man moves forward, taking the girl in his arms, petting her hair as he speaks soothingly. Stroking one side of her neck as the girl instinctively leans into the touch, exposing her throat.

She watches, smiling. A soft glow reflected in her eyes as she leans forward, nuzzling. Her lips brushing across the hollow of the throat. One hand comes up, snaking around the girl's back to hold her steady as teeth lightly nip across the shoulder, along the neck. The tip of her tongue tracing the hot vein as she glances to the man, who nods, tightening his grip on the girl, leaning down to press his mouth against hers in a kiss, stifling the scream as She sinks her teeth into the girl's throat.

There is no gentleness, no teasing or playfulness. No pointed fangs to ease the way as teeth tear at flesh, gouging it open, ripping at the vein. Blood pours from the jagged wound, filling her mouth, filling her cleavage and pouring down the front of her shirt. She drinks, swallows greedily, whispers words of love to no one who hears...

The girl weakens, becomes limp, falls to the ground in a heap as He releases his support, reaching for Her. She smiles, leaning back against the wall, eyes closed. His hands move to her breasts, smearing the blood across her shirt front. His fingers move to the buttons, ripping them away, pulling the shirt and dropping it onto the still warm body at their feet. She turns his face from his kiss, arching her back as he turns his attention to her breasts.

Obediently he traces a line of kisses downward, one hand cupping a breast as his lips close around one pert nipple, teeth nipping lightly, then harder as she arches into him. He pushes her roughly against the wall, growling as she wraps one leg around his waist, pulling him against her.

She growls in response, rubbing herself against him, urging him on, tempting him to greater darkness, to the violence she craves.

"Take" she commands, biting into his ear as her nails rake across his back, tearing both shirt and flesh. He arches with the pain, pressing her more firmly against the wall. She brings the other leg up, wrapping both around his waist, supporting herself by strength of her legs and her back against the wall.

He bites, hard, into her nipple, growling. A trail of bites upward to the throat where he nuzzles, for the briefest moment, before sinking his teeth into her throat as she had done only minutes before with the girl.

She arches, squirms against him. "Harder." His arms wrapping around her waist, crushing her against him. She whimpers with the pain and the pleasure of it. His teeth grind together, bruising flesh, scraping bone. He drinks hungrily, thrusting drily against her as she moans in his ear.

Behind him, a shadow. Another comes, as they always do...

Her eyes open wide, full of fear. The shadow is filled with lust, hunger, an impulse to conquer and protect...

Before Kent is aware, he is torn roughly from his prize, shoved against another wall. His head is slammed against brick twice before he loses consciousness, looking to Her, fully aware of betrayal as she beckons to the "rescuer" who quickly moves to take his place.

The new one, nameless, hungry. His lips move to her breasts, suckling, lapping away the blood. His hands move to the clasp on her skirt, letting it fall into the mud. "Take my Reward" he says with no urging from her.

She smiles, reaches for his belt. He growls, taking it from her, grabbing her wrists. Using the belt he roughly ties her arms to a bar above her head, forcing her onto her toes. She whimpers, plays victim, waits. His shirt and pants fall, fly across the alley to land on a dumpster. Roughly grabbing her legs, forcing them apart, ankles on his shoulders, slamming her back against the wall.

He growls as his fingers dig into her waist, forcing himself completely inside with a single stroke. Her cries, high pitched, sounding fearful...

Does he notice the difference when the screams become whimpers, lengthen into moans? Does he notice when her legs shift, slide down his sides to wrap around his waist, seeking to control his frenzied thrusts? Is he aware, even, when one hand moves, with no thought or command from himself... One dirt and blood grimed thumb pressing and rubbing at her clit? When his own body moves more slowly, drawing out each stroke in time with the raisiing of her hips?

For certain he does not notice when his victim smiles, watching a bloddied form stagger to its feet. Some glint in her eyes echoing or perhaps even reflecting the shine of light on a steel blade.

The grip of her thighs around his waist loosens, the bonds on her wrists come free and she slips down the wall. She whispers something "Surprise" as a sharp pain warns him, too late, of danger. The blade crosses his throat, tracing what seems at first only a faint line. His body continues without thought. Blood splatters across her face, into her open lips. Her body convulses on a wave of pleasure as he falls away, pulling out. She whimpers, reaching for the other who obeys instantly.

"Mine" he mutters, covering her mouth with his own, pulling her to the ground, laying her across the body as she franticaly tears at his jeans, the offensive barrier between them. Moments later, soft gasps and whimpers are heard from her. He is moving within her even as the nameless one spills his seed uselessly on the ground in his dying moments. "Bitch" he mutters as she squeals, already lost within her newest lover.

Later, the music begins to die down as the last band wraps up its performance. Taking the knife, she kisses Kent, whispering to him. "It was good." He smiles, watching the knife with an almost sorrowful eye. "One last time?" he asks hopefully, noting that he is prepared for the occasion.

She smiles sadly, but nods as he rolls over onto his back. "Like this, then..." and she nods again as she straddles him, lowering herself onto him. They move in time with the dying music, and he stretches up to kiss her.

"I'm sorry..." she whispers as she returns the kiss, bringing the knife up.

"Thank you..." he says softly, closing his eyes, arching up against and into her.

"Goodbye." she says softly as she draws the knife across his throat, throwing her head back as she rides through his death spasms, biting deep into her lip to control her own screams as the spasms begin deep within the core of her body, radiating outward in a deep warmth and satisfaction.

Afterward, she leans down to brush a kiss against already cold lips. "Its better this way." she whispers to the body as she stands on shaky legs to gather her clothing.

A moment later she sighs as she studies her skirt. "Bastards. Got mud all over my favorite skirt." She glares at the three bodies. "Serves you right."

She finds a lighter in a pant pocket somewhere, setting fire to a dumpster and turning it over onto the bodies. She waits for a couple of minutes for the alarms, and the sprinklers to wash away the worst of the mess.

She whistles softly to herself as she slips between the firemen who rush onto the scene, confident she will go unnoticed.

Later, in the cab on the way home, she stretches luxuriously, feline, and purrs to herself. "Been too long since I Played" she mutters to the driver, who nods and presses down on the gas pedal.