Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Lyrics of Lust ❯ Part one *of two) ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

This is a DARK story that contains RAPE, SOLO, TORTURE, and NO HAPPY ENDINGS!


You have been warned.


Lyrics of Lust


By Miztikal-Dragon


Part One (of two)


The night was young as he entered the bar. The music was playing loudly and the lights were down low, she was on again. He had been coming there for almost a year now, to see her, to hear her sing and each night it was something different. He always left with a different perspective, a different feeling about life. Some days were gloomy to the point of depression, some were bright like a wild flower or dandelion, but some were just those kinds of days you wished to forget and yet couldn’t stop thinking about.


Going to the bar, he ordered a shot of whiskey and swallowed it in one large gulp, tonight was a stressful night and he just wanted her to soothe away his pain and suffering. She would be the siren that led his boat to the rocks of doom and he would willingly go.


The music had his head swaying as he ordered another shot of whiskey then headed over to his usual seat. He didn’t sit close enough to touch the stage, but yet not far enough away that she couldn’t notice him. He knew that she saw him, he could feel her hungry eyes burning into his chest, she was calling to him.


Sitting down, he set his empty shot glass on the table and watched her. Her ebony hair lay straight framed against her pale face, the gentle look in her eyes screamed for anything that could be given, they were screaming their need into the small crowd. She wore a skin tight white top and a pair of blue jeans that complimented her brown eyes, she was a vision of beauty on the stage in front of him and it was completely obvious.


As she sang her voice held a pleading sense and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, she was entrancing. He knew that there were others around, their eyes leering, hungry for fresh meat as she sang her heart out, and he was one of them. He was the predator and she was his prey, but the only thing left to do was make a move, that time wasn’t clear yet.


He was sure that he would definitely have a few more drinks before the hour was up, but it didn’t matter as long as she was the one singing her lullaby to him. He was staring at her as she continued, her eyes closing momentarily as she held the microphone close to her ruby red lips and oh how he wished he could kiss them.


His friends told him he was obsessed with this lounge singer, but he denied it. He knew that it was healthy, he was in control, yet he couldn’t deny the feeling rising in his stomach as he watched her tease him from the stage, she was purposely torturing him and the vixen knew it.


Many crude thoughts ran through his mind as he licked his lips, the bartender bringing him yet another drink, it was a regular routine and the person knew exactly what to bring and when. The band playing for her picked up speed, the music growing louder as she cried her frustrations into the microphone. She may not have literally been crying, but he could feel her soul crying, it was as if she was her song, as if she was talking about herself, and she probably was.


Closing his eyes, he imagined what it would be like to be with her, inside her, as her voice whispered fantasies into his mind. He could feel her breath against his lips as he imagined her underneath him, her cheeks flushed with passion as her eyes looked up at him helplessly yet with the understanding that she was his. The taste of her skin as he let his tongue explore her, the sounds of her pants and soft cries as she begged him to continue, as she pleaded for release.


His heart began to race as he opened his eyes, he could feel his need for her increase as the cloth of his pants grew smaller around his crotch, he needed her. But he knew she wouldn’t satisfy the lust he felt, probably not willingly at least, so left it to himself to free the tension in his loins. Slowly he moved his hand underneath the table and gingerly touched the bulge in his pants and hissed, she always did this to him, but never so quickly. Tonight his lust was raging more than before, he had to have her before the end of the night.


He waited a few more minutes until she would take her break, he knew her schedule like the back of his hand and he could have a few minutes to recompose himself, to fix what she had given him. Slowly getting to his feet, he made his way out of the bar. It would be another hour before she came back to the stage, and he would be there waiting for her.


Quickly he headed out to his car and climbed inside the driver’s seat, it was pitch black outside so he knew that nobody was around. Locking his doors, he turned on the radio and put in the c.d. that he bought from the bar. It was her voice that came fluttering out of the speakers that ignited the pain in his groin all over again and he wasted no time undoing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers, he would become reacquainted with his hands again tonight.


Pulling his erect cock out, he moaned as the cold air hit his tip, it was begging for the warmth of her body, but that wasn’t going to be possible at the moment. Moving his seat back a little, he looked out his window curiously before he started, she was standing there merely yards away talking on her cell phone, one of the bouncers at her side, he was keeping an eye on her. Groaning as his right hand wrapped around his cock and he began to stroke it with a slow pace but quickly sped up to match the eagerness that was coursing through his veins.


It seemed like forever as he continued stroking his eager member, no matter what he did he wasn’t able to complete himself, he wasn’t able to get rid of the need that he felt for her. Growling, he tightened his hold to an excruciating grasp, he wouldn’t let his carnal fantasies take over just yet, he needed to bide his time. His knuckles were white as he bit down on his lower lip, he was almost there, he could feel it, but it was as though completion was avoiding him.


Letting his mind wander as he touched himself, he imagined her on her knees leaning over his cock as she touched him with her soft and experienced fingers. Her deep eyes staring up at him like a lost puppy as she expertly licked his tip with her tongue before taking him into her mouth and sucking him. He whimpered as the images came to his mind like a memory, it was like she really was filling her mouth his sex, pulling him deeper into her moist cavern, trying to swallow him whole.


His breath came out in gasping pants as he felt the familiar burn course through his body and his muscles tensed, the sweat gathering at his brow. His free hand clutched the steering wheel as the other was rooted to his pulsating cock, he was coming and it was going to be fast and hard. Then he came, his cock shooting off his load as he silently cried out, his tip was burning as if it was on fire. His semen coated his hand on the steering wheel and some on his windshield, but as he limply sat there he groped around for something to clean himself off with, it was just disgusting.


Finding a towel a moment or two later, he quickly cleaned himself as well as his mess up, he was ashamed of himself having to give himself release when he was perfectly able of finding a broad who would do it for him. It wasn’t as if he was undesirable because he wasn’t. When finished, he tossed the now soiled towel into his dashboard compartment and put his now flaccid member back into his pants before zipping them up and clasping the button, he was feeling a little better, but not by much.


Turning off the music that played in his c.d. player, he sat there for a bit to regain his composure while glancing at the watch on his wrist, it was almost time for her to start performing again and he needed to get back to his seat. Wiping the sweat from his forehead away with his arm, he unlocked his door and stepped out into the cold night, it was almost refreshing, just almost.


The crisp air hit his flushed face and he calmly his fingers through his matted hair, he felt sticky, dirty and in a way he liked it but in another it made him want to vomit. The bodyguard at the entrance to the place gave him a suspicious glance before opening the door, it was an every night occurrence, but who was he to complain? Entering the rather small bar, he casually went back to his seat, the lights on the stage dimmed giving the hope of more entertainment.


He waited quite impatiently as the music began, he could practically smell her sweet scent and it was torturous, it drove him crazy. The laughter and lusty words whispered were audible from his seat and he wanted to shush the people around him, but he didn’t… He didn’t want to ruin her entrance, he didn’t want to miss the way she looked as the lights brightened. It was the moment that the drums began to sound that everything else was drowned out and he could see her as plain as day, her onyx hair thrown messily over her shoulders, her whorish red lipstick sticking out like a bad sunburn, and her pale skin, oh it looked so bad, but so good at the same time.


There were catcalls that he ignored as he tried to scoot closer to the stage, her long legs and voluptuous breasts teasing him with the amount of flesh seen from her skimpy outfit. She was practically begging him to jump up onto the stage, bend her body over the stool she half sat on and ram his cock into her core, she was pleading him with her eyes, with her lips as they spoke their hidden meaning. He licked his own dry lips and felt his cock spring back to life, she was a temptress, an evil vixen with powers unheard of that make him act like nothing but a mere adolescent boy, she made his hormones rage so bad that he couldn’t think of anything but her.


The song which she sang was alien to his ears, but it was hypnotic none the less, it was completely entrancing. His eyes were wide with surprise as his angel’s small hands traveled up her body as the music played, the cloth of her tattered clothing being pulled up by long fingers, it made his heart skip a beat and his cock swell. He had to have her. The time seemed to go by so slowly for him as he watched her without blinking, he couldn’t let her out of his sight, he couldn’t leave her alone unless he wanted to lose her to the unknown.


It wasn’t long after her performance that the bodyguard from outside began the routine of ushering the drunks from the bar, it was closing time and nobody was allowed to linger, the angel had to be safe, but he knew that wasn’t true. His angel was never safe without him. The air was cold against his cheeks and he pulled up the collar to his coat as he headed to his car, he knew where she lived, he had mapped it out and he would be there waiting for her to step through the door. He would be waiting for her, and waiting for the punishment she deserved for tormenting him so.


The drive was long but he didn’t mind it at all, it gave him sometime to think, to regain the control he lost to her siren like voice and goddess figure. The tempting bitch was sometimes too much for him and he wanted to go insane, but with what he didn’t exactly know. Nearing the place where she lived, he parked on the side of the road a few yards down the road, there was no need to get suspicious, he was just some stranger visiting some random person late at night. To the untrained eye he was merely a druggie looking for a quick fix, but to the professional he was a man on the hunt.


Grabbing something from his back seat, he put it into his coat pocket before easily getting out of his car, he didn’t need to turn it off. If he did it would waste precious time, time that would definitely be needed. Standing by the front steps and underneath the streetlight of the dive, he pulled his collar up to his ears, hiding his face from the nosy onlookers he knew weren’t around, but he was cautious. One could never be too careful.


The air was cold enough that he was able to see the puffs of smoke that poured from his mouth each time he exhaled, and glancing down at his watch the time read one-thirty. She would be home soon enough and then the fun would begin. Making sure to keep himself hidden in the shadows of the building he glanced down the street as the faint sound of heels clicking could be heard. It was like clockwork, she had a routine that would become her downfall.


The naïve were never safe from the evil that lurked. They were never able to escape its icy grasp.


He could feel his blood beginning to boil with excitement and he could barely contain himself, he had been waiting for this moment forever and no he was getting his just desserts. Good things did happen to the people who wait. Patience was a virtue, but now the time had run out. The clock had stopped and there would be no one but him and her.


Nothing but the darkness killing the last of the light.


Seeing her midnight hair shinning in the spot light of the faint street light it was mouthwatering, he just had to have her as his own no matter what the cost. Innocently bumping into the young woman he dropped something on the ground before clearing his throat and picking it up and going after her. It hadn’t taken long to grab her attention and when he did he was inwardly smiling, the Cheshire smirk worn inwardly but never on the outside. None would suspect him.


“Ma’am I think you dropped this.”


At first he didn’t expect the line to work, but the moment that she turned to him and let a lopsided grin come to her face he knew that he had her. She stepped closer to him to inspect what was lying in his hand and just as she was in reaching distance, he pulled a fast one. His arm shot out grabbing her wrist and with little resistance, he was able to overpower her, trap her in his arms and dig into his pocket for the small baggie filled with a clear liquid. Someone special to him had informed him on the uses and boy was he thankful for the little bit of information.


There wasn’t much of struggle from her, not that he could blame her as he wrestled open the bag and shoved the small towel inside to soap up the liquid, his angel wasn’t strong enough to fight him off. What a disappointment but a blessing in disguise none the less. He figured that it was the impending doom that made her fight against him, her nails clawing at him trying to find some kind of weakness that could grant her freedom, but there was none. He was trained in the way of self-defense, he felt no pain, well none that she could try and inflict on him anyway. They had trained him well, along with his comrades, he was superior to her in everyway and she would find it out for herself before the sun would rise.


Pushing the now damp towel into her face, he removed his hand and held it tightly against her lips. There was no way that she could fight against him now, he had the upper hand, he was the one that had had everything planned out weeks ago. Her body soon fell limp in his arms and he eagerly tucked the damp towel back into his coat pocket as he picked up his angel bridal style and carried her to his car.


E/N: This is the first part! Review!



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