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| It was unusually cramped in The Hourglass that night, even for a Friday. The bar was four deep with people waiting to be shaved twinks served. Dave lost sight of his mates--he'd been sent to get the next round in, while they sat and eyed up the local talent. They were ready for some action that night; they'd had shaved sluts a tough week. The regime was getting harsher; night exercises were now common practice. The only incentive to keep them going was their pride. They knew they'd be the proud wearers of Green Berets within a matter of weeks; that's all that mattered to them. Well, almost. What really mattered to them that night was getting laid. The noise was deafening, even to Dave, whose ears were accustomed to the pounding of artillery fire blasting through his eardrums. He could feel the undertones of the bass in the music through his teeth. The excited ramblings of those around him converged into one inhuman sound. The heady scent of dozens of different perfumes, masking the underlying aroma of sweat, made him feel nauseous. The strobe lighting only added to his discomfort. It felt to him like he was on a battlefield; everyone fighting to have a good time, and walk away with the prize of a good fuck. He hadn't even made it to the bar, when she walked in. Her mere presence commanded silence from the revellers. In a simultaneous movement, all heads turned to face her, as if she were the star attraction in a show. She didn't acknowledge anyone, just kept her gaze fixed straight ahead, floating across the room, as if on a cushion of air. As she passed Dave he averted his eyes, somehow he thought it would be rude to attempt eye contact. She was close enough to touch, to smell. He didn't know what fragrance he expected from her, but something much cleaner and fresher than was the reality. She looked pure, even innocent, dressed from head to toe in a pale blue, floating organza dress, her long brown hair streaming out behind her. She had the appearance of being in a wind tunnel, but the air was still, almost suffocating and it smelled of death. The crowds parted as she neared the bar; a Tia Maria already poured for her. The barman moved back, after placing the drink on the mat, as if he didn't want to risk offending her, by standing too close. Her back remained facing the silent crowd, as she took the drink and knocked it back in one. Deliberately wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and slamming the glass down with the other, she turned to face them. She raised both arms, in a powerful and commanding way, then declared, "Enjoy yourselves, I'm serena williams butt just going to watch, for now." As she said that, her piercing blue eyes met Dave's, he attempted to avert his gaze, but failed--she entranced him. With her sultry, but powerful voice still resonating in his head, he tried to regain control of his thoughts. "Dave, over beautiful breasts here!" Simon's voice broke the spell. In an instant, Dave remembered where he was and who he was with. "Uh, yeah, ok mate," he replied, walking towards his seated friends. They looked excited, barely able to contain their questioning and speculation. They all spoke at once. "Do you know who she is?" asked Connor. "Did she say anything to you?" said Scott. "What do you think she's doing here?" added Sam. "Whoa, guys," replied Dave, "I know just as much as you do, and she didn't speak directly to me. I don't think." However, he couldn't help feel that she was addressing him, when she spoke. He wondered about her intentions. There was no denying it: he was very aroused by her. She was emitting enough sexual energy to power the whole club. She was an image of perfection, and the transparency of her dress left nothing to the imagination. Although Dave had his back to her, he sensed she was watching him. He fought the urge to turn new dumb blonde jokes around and face her. He desperately wanted to look at her, but she also made him feel very uneasy. He felt if he looked into her eyes, he'd be dragged to an unearthly place. Her eyes were jet-black pools of terror, barely hiding the dark secrets that lay within. "I have made my choices for this evening," declared the woman, once again cutting through the intense noise of the club. round ass Most people paid attention, at least those that seemed to understand the meaning of her presence. Those that didn't cameron diaz naked continued whispering in their little groups. Dave's ensemble of friends was one such blonde babes group. "I wonder what she means," said Simon. "Choices for what?" asked Connor. "Maybe she picked the contestants for the wet t-shirt competition," said Scott. "I don't think this is any joking matter, I've got a bad feeling about this," replied Dave. That feeling extended beyond whatever he thought might be going down here tonight; he suspected the proceedings would directly involve himself, and his friends. "I think it's time we made a move," he said, not even trying to hide the worry in his voice. "I'm not going anywhere, this looks like it could get good," replied Connor. The other three nodded in agreement. Dave didn't even try to persuade them, they were horny squaddies, out for shredded babes a good time, and there was no way he'd convince them to leave. He considered going on his own, but decided against it, guessing it would be foolhardy to attempt to leave. Simon stood up, and faced the woman. "Go on then, tell us who you want, and what you want them for." He was grinning like a schoolboy, and nudged Connor, who was seated next to him. "Sit!" She commanded, and he did. Who was he to argue with such a redhead porn beauty? The dismissive monster tits look on his face couldn't hide the obvious red tinge it had taken on. "Let cute blonde the Quinque Sanguis begin. I have selected the five," she said, in a jubilant tone. With a click of her fingers, a few members of staff sprung into action. Dave's group were near the staging area, where the DJ was playing his set. They watched in awe as it went blonde anal through a transformation. One guy struggled with budding breasts arms full of vinyl; he almost made it down the steps, before the records broke free and fell. Scott jumped out of his seat, keen to go to the guy's aid. He hadn't even picked up two records when he was ordered to be seated. The guy gave Scott an appreciative smile, before going back to the task in hand. "What is going on?" said Scott; it wasn't really a question, more a statement. "I thought Quinque Sanguis was a band, I just presumed they were the featured artists tonight, looks like I was wrong," said Sam. "Yeah, I saw those posters, too. Didn't think much of it at the time," added Connor. The flurry of activity continued, the decks were removed, screens pulled down; the whole stage was stripped bare. Three men hot little cheerleaders hurriedly pulled at the carpeting, slowly revealing a stainless steel floor. Lighting from the ceiling reflected off it in a myriad of colours. Leather reclining chairs were dragged along the metal surface, producing a sound that can only be young girl models equated to tortured souls pleading for their death. When the curtain was removed from the back wall, the dozens of clubbers got their first view of the frame. They gasped in unison. Dave couldn't work out what it was, or what its purpose might be, but he didn't like the look of it. With all that was going on at the stage, he'd taken his eyes off the woman for a while. His blood ran cold when he noticed how intensely she was watching him. He tried to avert his gaze, but it was too late, eye contact had been made. It felt to him as if she was looking deep into his soul, reaching into the darkest of his thoughts and desires. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he was sure he saw her mouth the word 'you'. He was petrified, but at the same time aroused beyond comprehension. He was beginning cheerleader in thong to realise he'd been singled out for something very special, but what that was he had absolutely no idea. Her attention switched instantaneously to the melee of activity on the stage; it was obvious that she wanted preparations to go smoothly. Looking at each of his friends in turn, Dave could see they were fascinated by events. Simon's usually strong features were now slack, as his jaw hung open. Scott's pale face wore a frown; it looked like he was concentrating on an intricate operation. Both girls in revealing bikinis Connor and Sam stared in the direction of the stage, whispering a running commentary to each other. Dave settled back in his chair, crossing his long legs, resolved to letting events run their course. A little man, with a noticeably pointy nose, ran off the staging area, in the direction of the mystery woman. To Dave the man looked like a child, but his face was very mature. His sunken eyes were surrounded by wrinkles; his neck didn't bear the smoothness of youth and his skin had a very pallid, grey tone. He watched the unlikely pair closely; realising that time had come for proceedings to begin. He strained his hearing, to pick up the words exchanged between them. The club was still quiet, but there were muted conversations going on all around him. "We're ready, mistress," said the peculiar man. "Excellent, I will summon babes in miniskirts adolescent girls in bikinis the chosen to the stage," replied the woman. This is it, thought Dave. His thoughts were muddled, he sensed this was a big event, and perhaps something he'd been heading toward his whole life. He was only 22, but at that moment, it felt to him as if he carried the wisdom of centuries inside his head. She approached them, and introduced herself. For the first time they learnt her name. "My name is Quintana; I am the Mistress of Ceremonies. Please, follow me," she said. "Why? I mean, what's all this about?" asked Simon. "That is none of your concern, for now. Just do as I nude black women ask and come this way," Quintana replied. The people around them were muttering excitedly, a few were obviously disappointed to not have been chosen. Dave was the first to follow her. His muscular women eyes wandered down her back, savouring the inward curve of hot brunette her waist and the subsequent outward curve of hillary duff nude her hips. The way the fabric moved over her skin, like water caressing a smooth pebble, made him ache to touch her. She wasn't skinny, but firm and voluptuous. As he walked, he imagined placing his hands on her swaying hips, pulling her close to him, kissing her slender neck. He could feel his erection growing as he envisaged pressing himself close to her ass. They reached the steps, and he moved his eyes down to his own feet, for fear of tripping. By now the throng of clubbers were cheering, and Dave heard an audible whoop from the bar area. When the stage plateaud out, she turned to face them. They all stood in a line, as if on parade. "Dave, step forward," Quintana commanded. "The rest of you be seated in one of the four chairs." Dave's only thought was, how did she know my name? He wasn't surprised at being singled out; he didn't know how, but he'd already guessed it was him. His four friends had seated themselves in the leather chairs. He was the only one left standing on the stage with Quintana. The crowd was becoming increasingly rowdy; their patient waiting had subsided into an eagerness for the event to begin. It was apparent to Dave that most of those present knew exactly what would be going down here tonight. His mouth was dry, and his muscles were tense, the anticipation was almost too much for him to bear. Lost in his thoughts he flinched when two men grabbed his arms. He hadn't noticed them standing behind him. Neither of them spoke, just forcibly walked him to the frame mounted on the back wall. Dave didn't struggle, but he was offended at being manhandled; he would have made his own way there, if asked to do so. The contraption was odd, it reminded Dave of a magician's prop--the one where the woman is strapped on and has knives thrown at her. He suspected Quintana wasn't into magic, not the conventional sense of the word anyway. When they reached it, the men turned spring break bikini contests Dave around, so his back was facing the wall, and then released their tight grip on his arms. "Hold still," muttered the smaller of the two men. "I don't plan to go anywhere," replied Dave, not only asserting his unwillingness to flee, but also demonstrating there was no need for the rough treatment. "Ok you two, just get on free pussy pics with it," commanded Quintana. She obviously didn't appreciate small talk, and was eager for the proceedings to begin. Dave's ankles were cuffed into place first, then his wrists. He grimaced as the larger man exerted pressure on the handcuffs, which gripped him tight. His four friends were seated in a row, directly in front of him, with their backs toward him. From his position, he could see the entire audience. It was hard to make out the features on beautiful redheads individual faces because, in contrast to thongs models the stage, the main area of the club was dimly lit. Although he couldn't see them properly, he sensed a feeling of anticipation from them--a base, animal excitement. He remained unaware of what was to come, but Dave was keen for it to begin. # The lighting dimmed, flickered, and then exploded in a blinding flash. Dave recoiled and instinctively shrugged his shoulders, in an attempt to protect his head from the flying glass. It didn't work. He closed his eyes in time, but small slivers of glass sliced across his face. The cuts weren't deep, but they stung. "Let the Quinque Sanguis commence!" boomed a gravely voice, cutting through the confusion. In the next instant, what seemed like hundreds of candles ignited. Their collective brightness was such that it made Dave squint. hot brunettes His need to screw up his eyes soon dissipated, when a blindfold was placed on him. This disappointed him, but also intrigued him, why did they need to prevent him from seeing what was going to happen? "Who is to be first, Mistress?" It was a man's voice. Dave guessed it was probably the larger of the two he'd seen. "That one," Quintana replied, her voice coming across as even more sensual, although authoritarian. With Dave's vision impaired, his hearing seemed to pick up more, to compensate. "You, stand." It was that same deep voice again. "M . . . me?" Sam's voice. "Yes. Just hold still. That's it." The next sound Dave heard was the ripping of clothing, followed by the gasps and shouts of protest of his friends, coupled with the whooping and cheering of the audience. "Hold them down!" Quintana's voice rose above all others. After a few moments, silent anticipation returned. "Hey, what are you doing to him, leave him alone!" Scott was trying to sound big and brave. He didn't do a very good job, though. What Dave heard next made him feel excited, aroused and extremely frustrated. "Oh my God! She's gonna suck him!" Conner cried out. "I hope I get a turn next." Sam's moans of pleasure were accompanied by the rhythmic chanting of the crowd, all urging him on to, "Fuck her mouth," or "Come in her face." Charming lot, thought Dave. He envied them, though; he wished he could see what they were seeing. "I'll be back to you soon," said Quintana. Her voice was low and mesmerising. "Get the next one ready." "Who, me? You mean I'm next. Awesome!" Dave almost chuckled at Connor's excited voice. Almost, but not quite. His concerns quashed that impulse. While he was sure his friends were enjoying what was going on right then, what was going to happen, ultimately? There had to be a reason, a bigger purpose, didn't there? Don't fret; his blonde redhead mind told him, after all it was probably just harmless nudist family fun. Yeah, right, another corner of his mind spoke. He listened as Quintana took Conner's sex into her mouth. The crowd continued to shout their words of encouragement and appreciation. Conner seemed to heed their advice; he began grunting as he thrust his cock into her mouth. Dave could hear wet slaps as he pounded against her face. What he said next shocked Dave, but he also thought it served him right. "You fucking tease! Come back here and finish me off," said Conner. "All in good time, your other friends need preparing first," replied Quintana, with an unmistakable mocking tone in her voice. Preparing? Thought Dave, what the fuck for? He listened as Quintana went to his other two friends in turn. He heard their moans of pleasure as she worked on them, followed by their groans of disappointment as she pulled away before they reached orgasm. Dave presumed he'd be next, but why was he strapped to this frame? He was wrong. "Gather around boys, I am going to finish you all off together." Dave sagged when he heard her say that, would she ever get to him? He listened in awe as she moved swiftly between the four of them. He presumed they were in a circle around her. One moment she was working on Sam, the next on Scott, then Connor and Simon. She is fast! Still she hadn't brought them to orgasm. It sounded to Dave as if she'd bring one of them to the verge, then move on to another. More than once, he heard her demand, "No touching!" What the fuck kind of sexual act is this? He thought. "Hmmm, you taste good." There was no mistaking Quintana's voice. "In fact, you taste good enough to eat." This nude beach was followed by a redhead girls gristly crunch and the sound of ripping flesh. Sam's screams were so loud and high pitched, that Dave thought his ears were going to bleed. He was frantic. The cuffs clanked against the bars but didn't give, as he pulled on them, trying to work himself free. He heard a lot of confused shouting, as well as the unmistakable sound of liquid hitting the floor. Conner--at least Dave thought it was Conner--screamed out next. His cries of agony tore through Dave's very soul. "NO!" Dave called brunette nude out. "Leave them alone, you evil bitch." Nobody took any notice of him. The crowd continued to cheer--it was incredulous. The same thing quickly happened to Simon, and then to Scott. Each of them had pleaded for her not to do it, but she didn't listen. Dave didn't know what was worse, hearing their sobbing pleas, or their gut-wrenching cries of pain and despair. "Make sure you catch as much as you can, you know the drill," said Quintana. Dave feared for his own life. As the blindfold was ripped from his face, he cried j lo butt out, "Please, I'll do anything." "Oh, I know you will," replied Quintana, staring directly into his eyes. She was so close to his face he could smell her sickly breath as she spoke. The bright lights hurt his eyes and he squinted as euro babe he tried to bring her face into focus. He recoiled and tried to back away when he angelina jolie nude saw the blood dripping down her chin--presumably that of his friends. She blocked his view of the grotesque scene behind sexy brunettes her. He wasn't sure he wanted to see anyway; he had a fair idea of what she had done. "I just need you now, Dave, to make the Quinque Sanguis complete." As she spoke, blood sprayed from her mouth, hitting Dave's. He retched. "You've gotta be out of your fucking mind, lady!" he roared at her. "Just kill me, slit my throat or something, but don't do that!" "I have no intention of doing the same to you, Dave. Why would I do that?" "B . . . but." "Shhh." She placed her index finger on his lips. It was an tight ass affectionate gesture. "Strip him," she said, as she turned and walked away. The same two men that had earlier positioned him on the frame appeared at his sides. Dave remained at still as possible as they removed his clothing. He tried to keep his eyes down at his feet, but glanced up a couple of times to see the lifeless bodies of his best mates sprawled on the floor at the front of the stage. Although he felt distraught and sickened he couldn't cry for them. He was too worried about what might happen to him to do that. They didn't release the cuffs to aid their efforts in removing his clothes; they merely ripped the garments from him. Dave didn't feel humiliated by this; he saw it as the least of his worries. Quintana beautiful brunette approached him, and every muscle in his body tensed, except one. He was not sexually aroused, in the slightest, and Quintana didn't look pleased. "I'll soon change that," she said, looking down at his flaccid sex. |
