AN: Okay, so this little ditty here popped into my head while listening to some thumping music one day last fall, which made me think of the movie scene from which it came. If you're curious go to youtube and check out "The Matrix Reloaded (2003) Zion Dance or click on the link on my profile.
I was trying to write the beginning angst filled chapters of 'Unplanned Perfection' and couldn't until I purged my f**ked up brain. So this is what came out.
I appreciate everyone who was patient with me to continue this. It needed some major editing and it may still not be perfect, b/c I am doing this unbeta'd and my grammar and punctuation are horrible. Please don't PM me to tell me that. I already know. ;oD
I know a lot of you who have me author alert are going to get this update, but I have to warn, if you are expecting this to be like UP or DiMD...don't. It's like nothing I've ever written. I am experimenting and going out of my comfort zone a little and it may not be for everyone. It is a completely alternative universe and it is SMUT FILLED. If you are under 18, this is probably not appropriate. LOL.
I'm really nervous about posting this so please be kind. :oD
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The Hive: Chapter 1:
I had heard stories of this place. Of the people who lived here. A gigantic warehouse, built into the side of a mountain. Steel, Iron, and Concrete.
They were savages; sexual deviants ruled by a sadistic pimp who thrived off their weaknesses. They were murderers and rapists, thieves, liars and drug addicts. But I had nowhere else to go. The world around me was falling apart. The city was crumbling and people were fleeing. My family and friends had all run away, leaving me to fend for myself.
And so I found myself standing in front of the gates of hell, hoping that they would take me in. There was a camera above the doors. It peered down at me as I spoke, begging for entrance. It felt like forever that I stood there before the doors were opened.
I picked up my duffel and entered the dark foyer. There was what looked like a security office to my left and two large men were glaring at me through the glass.
"You have a pass into the club.," I heard a feminine voice say. I turned and saw a gorgeous caramel haired woman walking towards me from a darkened doorway on my right. She was dressed in a knee length fitted black skirt and an ivory colored silk blouse with high black heels. She couldn't have been much more than forty.
"You'll have to be approved beyond that," she explained. "We'll hold on to your bag until a decision has been made."
I nodded and handed my bag to one of the big guys from the security office who was now standing at my side. He set it down roughly.
"Do you have any weapons on you?" He asked.
"Arms out, legs spread," he ordered. I did as I was told and he frisked me before nodding and disappearing with my bag.
"This way, Laurent will take you in," the woman said, leading me to a door on the far side of the room.
When she opened the door I could hear the bass, beating through the walls. I felt a hand on my forearm and turned to see a guy, probably mid twenties, with olive skin and blond dreadlocks staring at me intently.
"I'm Laurent," he introduced himself in a thick French accent.
"Edward." I nodded.
The door behind us slammed shut and I followed Laurent through a dark hallway. He was dressed in tight leather pants and an even tighter black t-shirt. He was muscular and tattoos covered both arms all the way down to his wrists.
"You'll have free reign of the club tonight, but if you cause any trouble there will be consequences," he warned. "We have cameras everywhere. From the looks of you, I have no doubt you'll find a place to sleep tonight, but you'll be expected in the boss's office tomorrow for judgment."
He opened the door at the end of the hallway and I instantly felt the tribal beats thumping through my body. The air smelled like cloves and sweat and a little bit like sex. We walked into the room and it was pulsating with people. Hundreds of bodies were moving to the music.
"Fantastic no?" Laurent grinned at me.
I didn't have any words for what I was seeing. In the center of the room was a giant concrete pillar standing about twenty-five feet high. On the top of it was a roaring fire. Four other identical pillars stood towards each corner of the room. There was what appeared to be a bar towards one wall and a DJs booth against the other.
"Who are all these people?" I asked, scanning the room.
There were shirtless men and scantily dressed women everywhere. Hot women. And the way they were moving was making my dick twitch.
"Scavengers. The broken, the beaten, and the damned. We all have our stories." He sighed. "Keep your hands to yourself unless invited. Many are coupled and don't take kindly to newcomers. We're…..very protective of our own."
"How will I know?" I asked.
"The singles will find you. Of that, I have no doubt."
I stood next to Laurent just watching.
I saw her out of the corner of my eye. In a room packed full of people swaying and grinding I shouldn't have noticed her, but I did. She was tiny. Dressed up like some sort of Goth doll. Her dark brown hair was in two little buns on the top of her head. Her eyes were shrouded in heavy charcoal on the lids and lined jet black. She had a tiny diamond stud in her nose and viperbites on either side of her lower lip, which was coated in blood red lipstick. She wore a leather choker with some sort of silver charm around her neck and a tight red strapless corset top that was pushing her breasts up and almost over along with a short black skirt. Black gloves with the fingers cut off reached to her elbow, and fuck me, the socks she was wearing nearly did me in. Thigh high red and black striped socks attaching underneath her skirt by black garters and covered at the bottom by calf length military style boots. She moved erotically, but she wasn't dancing. She was watching. She touched her collarbone with a delicate finger, her nails painted a jet black. I saw her breathe in, bite her lip, and trail her hand down the side of her body, grazing the inside of her thigh.
I was fucking harder than titanium.
"Who. Is. That?" I asked Laurent, refusing to remove my eyes from her for fear of losing her in the crowd. I didn't have to look at him to hear the smirk in his voice.
"That, my dear boy, is your worst nightmare."
I finally glanced at him and I was right, he had a huge grin on his face.
"Or the most sensual, erotic dream you could possibly imagine," he purred.
"Who is she?"
"Miss Bella," he said rolling his tongue.
"And why is Miss Bella so intriguing?" I asked adjusting myself.
He looked down at my crotch and laughed.
Yeah, my erection could probably be spotted from the moon at this point.
"The girl can make a gay man cum with just the words out of her mouth or the slightest movement of her body. She…..is sex personified. Regardless of your flavor."
I got the distinct impression that he was speaking from experience and at that very moment, I didn't doubt a word. The way he was looking at her made me feel like I was interrupting something extremely intimate.
Bella began moving through the crowd and what I saw completely shocked me.
Men and women who were dancing reached out to touch her as she passed. They weren't gropes, per say, but more reverent in nature. Like they were worshiping her.
"Why are they all touching her?"
Laurent hummed. "They say that even the slightest bit of contact is the strongest aphrodisiac on the planet. One stroke and you'll see stars for a week."
I furrowed my brow and looked at him. "What?"
"It's quite difficult to explain. She's a goddess in our world."
I was having a hard time justifying what he was saying in my head. The girl he was talking about couldn't have been more than sixteen. I felt disgusted with myself for even getting hard around her, much less, because of her. How could a child be a Goddess of sex and sexuality?
"And how old is Miss Bella?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"She's very picky," he sighed.
"That's not what I asked," I growled, not appreciating the fact that he was insinuating that I would actually touch a child.
"She's eighteen." He smiled.
I wasn't about to believe that. He was fucking with me.
"God's truth," he said, tapping his heart with his fingers. "She turned eighteen last week. Daddy threw her a big party."
"Mr. Swan. He, uh, owns this….joint."
"And what does Daddy think of his little girl's 'sexual goddess' status?" I asked a little tersely.
"Oh, he thrives on it. He's the one who discovered it," Laurent laughed.
"That's fucked up," I said, my jaw nearly hitting the floor.
"You said she's picky?" I probed. Now that I knew the girl was legal, I needed to know how to get to her.
He looked me up and down, lingering on my crotch again. My dick was still fucking raging so I had no doubt he saw it.
"What are you packing?" He asked smugly.
"I'm not gonna show you if that's what you're asking," I snapped.
"Oh, honey, I don't expect you to whip it out right here. I just need to know that if I make a recommendation that my baby's not going to be disappointed."
"She won't be," I assured.
He raised his eyebrows at me expectantly. I sighed loudly, but grabbed my dick, making sure he could see the outline. I'm not gonna lie, my cock is fucking fantastic; extra long and extra thick. I just hoped that I wouldn't break her.
"Not. Good. Enough." Laurent smirked.
"Fucking hell," I groaned. Raising my arms up in surrender. He reached down and grabbed me, sliding his hand from my balls all the way to the tip and squeezing. I grimaced and would have completely deflated if it hadn't been for the vision standing in front of me.
Not ten feet away stood the goddess herself, staring at me. Our eyes met briefly before she lowered them towards the floor, biting her lip and looking back up at me through her long eyelashes. I saw her tongue dart out, slightly caressing one of her viperbites as she watched Laurent assess me.
His head tilted as he looked up at her. He let me go almost instantly and a coy smile spread across her face.
She moved, and everyone else moved around her. It was like they were one being. When she breathed, they breathed. But she was moving, towards me. And I wasn't breathing.
The closer she got, the thicker the air became. And then she was in front of me. I towered over her, even with her heeled boots; but she was dominating me in the most primitive way. My body was rigid and my dick was throbbing. She opened her mouth slightly and began raking her eyes over me, starting at my feet. As she worked her way up I could see her body writhing slightly. It was almost like she was having sex, but her movements were restricted as though she were controlling herself. I watched her breaths become pants and just before her gaze reached my face, she closed her eyes. Her head tilted back and her mouth opened, letting out little whimpers.
"What the fuck?" I whispered.
"She likes you." Laurent gasped followed by a low moan.
I tore my eyes from Bella face to look at him. His head was thrown back and he was grunting loudly. Her tiny hand was wrapped around his forearm. She leaned into him and his body convulsed a little. The fucker had just cum; from nothing more than her touch.
She smiled at him as his breathing slowed.
"Thank you," he panted.
"Your reward," she stated simply, letting go of his arm.
Her voice was like an angel's, soft and gentle. She met my eyes again and smirked.
And then she walked away.
"What just happened?" I growled.
"Weren't you listening? I just got my reward for finding you. I suggest you follow her. She hasn't asked anyone to be with her for over four months and after the gift she just gave me, I have no doubts that you are about to be a very happy man."
I looked back towards Bella who continued to walk away. Her pace was slow, but she wasn't going to wait.
Without another word, I left Laurent and was behind her in an instant. The faces around me were filled with desire and jealousy.
I reached for her arm.
"Stop!" she snapped. "Don't touch me."
I didn't understand. Laurent had pretty much told me that she wanted to fuck me. So why couldn't I touch her?
"Not here," she said, as if reading my mind.
She led me through a doorway, into a dark hall and up a set of stairs. On the landing was a couple actively going at it. The woman was up against the wall with her skirt around her waist. The guy was pounding into her mercilessly, his pants around his ankles. I saw his hand reach out to the side, his movements never halting and Bella grabbed it lightly before letting go again. At that moment, the fucking couple both screamed out in what I could only assume was absolute ecstasy.
I continued to follow Bella up more stairs, still hearing the couple's cries. The whole situation was really fucking freaky. A girl who could give orgasms with a simple touch? Was that why she didn't want me to grab her? She was afraid that I would blow my load and not be able to get her off?
We reached another landing and she opened the door. We entered into another huge room with ceilings that had to be a good hundred feet high. My mouth gaped. It looked like a combination between a beehive and a harem.
"What is this?" I asked in complete awe.
"This is where we live," she stated simply.
That's when I realized what it was. There was no natural lighting. Instead, the whole room was lit by thousands of lanterns. There were blankets and tapestries of every size and color hanging around the walls.
Bella led me towards another staircase, this one open to the room. There were several levels and as we passed them I could see past some of the blankets. They were bedrooms, but not typical bedrooms. The bass from the club below could be heard thumping loudly, almost as if there were speakers pumping into this space. Bella stopped momentarily and I heard the tell tale sounds of more people fucking. I glanced over and could see through one of the blankets as some big guy roared and shot his load all over the back of the blond he was taking from behind.
"Come on," Bella urged.
At the top of the staircase was a ladder. There were no other "bedrooms" up here, but I noticed that there was an old rusty elevator.
Bella winked at me. "Next time, we'll take the vater, but I promised Em and Rose I'd stop by and say hello," she said, stepping onto the ladder.
Em and Rose? I didn't know who that was, she hadn't said hello to anyone…oh. "The couple downstairs."
She smiled and nodded. I stepped on the ladder to follow her up and. . .
As I looked up, I was found myself staring at her absolutely stunning red lace-covered ass. She got to the top and climbed through a little curtained doorway.
When I pulled myself up to my full height I was standing in a huge bedroom. The far wall was covered in iron bars from floor to ceiling, but towards the top they were draped with crimson and orange tapestries. On the floor was a king-sized platform bed which looked like it had been constructed by hand. It was littered with soft looking blankets and pillows. In the corner was a walled off room, but I couldn't see what was hiding behind it. There were trunks and chests against the other wall and a gigantic mirror, maybe ten by five, hung above them. All of the walls were draped in fabrics, probably to hide the concrete behind them.
"This is your room?" I asked stupidly.
"Uh huh," she answered, turning to face me.
"You live here by yourself?"
"Since I was twelve, yes," she said, taking a step towards me.
"Twelve? Where were your parents?"
"Charlie sleeps on the main level so he can keep track of who's coming and going. Are you done?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.
I looked into her eyes and nodded slowly. Her shoulders rolled back provocatively, forcing her tits forward and her whole body seemed to be pulsing.
"Come here," she whispered, crooking her finger at me.
I couldn't help but obey. I hadn't touched her yet and I was dying to. Although, after what I had seen her do, I was a little nervous about what would happen when I did.
I stood in front of her, waiting. Her tongue flicked out and I couldn't resist anymore. I grabbed her waist and pulled her towards me, attacking her plump lips with mine.
It felt like a bolt of lightening was shooting through me. I whimpered and tried to let go, but she wouldn't let me. Her hands were grasping at my hair, tugging me closer to her. Her soft tongue pushed forward into my mouth and wrapped itself around mine.
I didn't instantly orgasm as I expected, as everyone else who touched her seemed to, but I felt my dick swell to epically painful proportions. I grabbed her ass and ground myself against her, desperate for friction.
Bella reached down to unbutton my jeans. There was instant relief as she pushed them down a little and away from my bulge, but it still felt like my dick was about to explode. I had to get some relief…..and fast.
I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me, boots and all. I walked us backwards towards her bed, laying her down. I wanted to take my time and undress her properly, but I just fucking couldn't. I was in danger of being permanently maimed. I ripped my shirt up over my head, struggled to kick my boots off and then shoved out of my jeans. As I tugged my boxers down my legs I saw her slip her panties down her legs and over her boots. She didn't bother with the rest of her clothes, obviously sensing my urgency.
"I'm sorry," I panted, staring down at her. I was completely naked and she was completely dressed, sans panties, but I was just too desperate.
"Don't be," she said softly.
I was hovering over her. She placed her feet flat and spread her legs, her beautiful pink pussy ready and waiting for me.
"Oh God, I don't want to hurt you," I cried.
"You won't," she moaned, tilting her hips upwards. She reached down and grabbed my cock, positioning me at her entrance. I had to close my eyes tightly as she touched me so I wouldn't cum like a fifteen-year-old. I felt the leather of her boots against my lower back as she wrapped her legs around me again and then she pushed down violently forcing me into her.
"Ahhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuuck," I groaned as the warmth of her pussy drew me in.
"Uhhhhhhh," she moaned. " Soooo good."
She was so fucking tight that I didn't want to move for fear of either tearing her up or cumming too quickly. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, she had other ideas.
She lifted her butt up off the bed and arched her back. She was resting on her shoulders and her boots dug into me, burying me to the hilt. When she lowered herself back down I felt it, the electricity. It was growing.
"You have to move," she whispered.
So I did. I started out slow, watching myself as I pulled out almost all the way and then pushed back into her. She was mewling and writhing and crying. I began moving faster.
The room was spinning, but I couldn't stop.
"Harder," she gasped.
I obliged, thrusting into her as hard as I could over and over again. I was sure she would break in half, but her tiny body took everything I gave her. The tension was building. I couldn't breathe.
"Ah, Ah, Ah. Ah," she cried out as I slammed into her with every beat of the music below.
She was getting close and my dick couldn't take anymore. I felt her tighten and her hands shot out to her side, clawing at the sheets. Her back arched again and she was falling and then I saw nothing but white light. I roared and snarled as my release took over me. The bed was shaking violently as I pulsed inside of her. It wouldn't end. The pleasure was so overwhelming, I was sure I was dying. I couldn't move. I was holding onto her hips and she was still squeezing my cock and I continued to spurt long after I was sure that I was completely empty.
Finally, I began to focus and I collapsed on the bed next to her, pulling her with me so I wouldn't have to leave the warmth of her body. I wanted to wait until I softened before I pulled out, but it didn't happen. I was still fucking hard as hell. We both continued panting heavily. I rested my forehead against hers and felt her graze her lips against mine as she smiled.
"For the love of Christ, what the hell was that?" I begged.
"That," she giggled lightly. "Was round one."