Not Broken, But Keep Trying

 

Heavy bass pounds through your body as you sway to the beat, colored lights flashing rhythmically overhead. Even on the edge of the crowd, you can feel the heat filling the warehouse from the hundreds of moving bodies packed within the walls. You came here with a friend, but you've long since lost track of where they are, lost somewhere in the sea of people writhing in front of you. 

Looking back at the door for a moment, you notice a handful of guys yelling angrily at someone, their voices all but drowned out by the music. You wonder what's going on, but by the time you finish the thought, one of the men falls suddenly on his face and you catch a glimpse of the person who dropped him. Standing alone between four more muscle bound dudebros is a girl wearing a loose pink pajama onesie, the open zipper revealing her black underwear and flat stomach. You find yourself edging closer to see what's going on, but you still can't hear anything they're saying. Stepping barefoot on the unconscious man, the girl pushes one of the others aside to join the rave when they grab her by the arm, clearly not intending to let her leave.

You want to step in to help, or maybe grab someone else, but it's all over in an instant. Before you can even look around to see who's there, the girl topples each man with a single kick to the jaw, using each one as a red carpet when they drop in front of her. You've never seen anyone so strong before, so confident, so... gorgeous. It's a little silly to admit, but you find yourself jealous of the men she knocked out, wishing she'd at least notice you the same way. As you keep your eyes on the strutting beauty, you notice one of the men starting to get up with a knife in his hand. Shouting out instantly to warn her, you realize she'll never hear you over everything else. She's not even looking your way. 

Left with no other options, you push past the few people beside you and sprint towards the door, praying you'll make it in time. You don't really have a plan once you get there, but you can't just let her get stabbed. Just get there. Just get there before the knife falls. 

Everything seems to slow down when the man brings the blade down towards the girl's back, and you're still nowhere close to being able to stop it. All you can do is scream helplessly and reach out towards her, wishing you'd started running sooner. Fortunately, the girl finally notices you and follows your gaze behind her, turning and instantly snapping her heel into the man's face before he can connect with the weapon. As soon as he falls to the ground, all the energy in your legs suddenly disappears and you follow suit, your momentum carrying you to the pajama girl's feet.

You spend a second staring at the floor and admiring her toenail polish before pushing yourself up to your knees on wobbly arms, looking up to see the girl staring down at you with a grin. Crouching down to your level, she leans forward and brings her lips to your ear, cupping a hand around it.

"Come find me when you're ready," she murmurs, blowing warm air gently in your ear before stepping back. You can feel your cheeks burning as she walks towards the crowd, and you take another moment to calm your pounding heart, wondering how you'll ever track her down. As you watch the sea of bodies part before her, however, you think maybe it won't be that difficult.

Taking a moment to get some air, you find your friend standing in a circle with a cigarette, chatting up some shirtless guy with a tribal tattoo.

"Hey, there you are!" she exclaims, waving you over, "Damn, you are drenched, girl. Having a good time in there?"

"Yeah, mostly. You come to these things a lot, have you ever run into a girl with black hair, pink highlights?"

"Oh, you met Juri? Yeah, she comes by once in a while," she laughs, "Guys throw themselves at her, but she's never into it. Sometimes it gets messy, but I've never seen her get hit once. She's some kind of crazy fighter or something."

"What's she like?" you ask, eager to learn more about the mystery girl, "You ever talk to her?"

"Nah, I don't have a deathwish," your friend replies, shaking her head, "When I said she's a crazy fighter, I didn't mean she's good. I mean, she is good, but she's also a bit of a psycho. Whenever she does get into a scuffle, she's always laughing it off like it's a big joke to her."

"So what does she do here? Just fight some people and leave?"

"At first, yeah. Should've seen the poor bastards that took her on first. Mangled. Lately she's been coming by and dancing, but nobody's dumb enough to try to pick her up. If she's looking for some extra fun, she'll usually single some girl out and run them ragged."

Your heart skips a beat at the thought of someone like her taking an interest in you, and you try to pry for a bit more information.

"What do you mean? Like, she's into girls?" you ask, subtle as a rhino.

"Look, I don't know what she does with them. All I know is that when she leaves, they're usually hot on her heels with a dumb smile on their face and missing some clothes."

That's all you needed to hear. Time to go jump into the spider's web.

"Thanks for the info, I'll see you later!" you call out, running back to the warehouse door. She picked you. She picked you. She picked you.

"Wait, don't go bother her!" your friend yells across the lot, "Be careful!"

Showing your entry stamp to the bouncer, you slip back inside and join the masses on the dance floor, gradually making your way toward the center. You have no idea where Juri might be, but you figure it's a good place to start. A few songs later and you manage to jostle your way to what you hope is the middle of the crowd, but you can't be sure. Considering everything's constantly moving and flowing, you could be back by the door for all you know. Just as you start second guessing yourself, you're bumped to the edge of a circle with Juri dancing by herself in the center. 

Unsure of what to do next, you stay out of the way and watch her dance, her body twisting and moving in impossible contortions.  Even in the low light you can see her eyes are closed, so you remain on the sidelines and watch her short twintails bob until you're called upon. The longer you wait, the more you find yourself chewing on your lip impatiently until she finally notices you beside her. reaching out to pull you into the circle. Stumbling into Juri, you awkwardly try to match her moves but you're nowhere near as flexible as she is. Something to work on for the future, definitely.

Stepping behind you, Juri grabs onto your hip with one hand and pulls you into her, controlling your movements with her body. Your knees almost buckle at her touch, but you fight through it and keep yourself upright, letting her move you how she wants and hoping there's more to come. After a while you manage to get the hang of it, and soon you're grinding back against her effortlessly to the beat of the song. You can feel everyone else's eyes on the two of you as they clear the way, but you don't care. You want them to see. To know that out of everyone in this warehouse, she chose you.

Lost in the music, you barely notice Juri's free hand sliding up your stomach until it's just below your crop top, her fingers creeping up the center of your bra and snapping the hook free. The last thing you want right now is for her to lose interest, so you follow her lead and slip your arms through the straps, gasping when she pulls it free and tosses it into the crowd. You try to turn your head to see where it went, but Juri's grip on you tightens, both arms wrapped around your waist and chest. Resting her chin on your shoulder, she resumes sliding her hand up your shirt, still swaying her hips with yours. Looking out into the crowd, you see that they're still watching you, and you start to get a little nervous. Is she really going to do this here, in front of everyone?...

You briefly consider running back into the crowd, but Juri's tongue in your ear instantly erases that thought from your mind. Even when her hand starts to cup your breast, you let her do as she wants and bite down on your lip, not that anyone would ever hear you if you let out a sound. Your hips slowly come to a stop with hers, and you find yourself completely entangled in her embrace, her lips traveling down the side of your neck as she openly fondles you in front of everyone. Wrapping one leg around yours, Juri traps you in place while her other hand pulls up your skirt, flashing your white panties to anyone looking. You again consider trying to break away, but when her thumb brushes across your nipple, your eyelids flutter and you forget what you were even doing.

Everyone with a view of the action has long since stopped dancing, and when Juri pulls your shirt up out of the way, an audible cheer erupts from the immediate partygoers around you. You can see them pointing and smiling, nudging each other, talking behind their hands... You've never been more embarrassed and turned on in your life.  A jolt of electricity shoots up your back as Juri pinches your nipple, and you can't help but let out a moan, your voice immediately lost among the blasting speakers. You clutch at her arm as she plays with your body, but make no motion to pull her away, leaning into her instead. Resting your head back against her shoulder, you expose your neck further and invite her in, trembling in excitement when her teeth sink into your skin. 

You know people are still watching Juri toy with you, but you don't care anymore. She could strip you naked and ride you like a pony, and you'd thank her with a smile. Being so close to her like this, with her lips pressed to your neck, hands roaming across your bare skin... it makes you want to throw everything away just to be with her forever. You cry out weakly as Juri bites down harder, just enough to pierce your skin with her fangs, and squeeze her arm tighter in response, your nails leaving small indents. The more you claw at her arm, the harder her jaw clamps down, but even as you gasp through the pain you find yourself wanting more. You want her to leave her lasting mark on you, where everyone can see it.

After a few minutes of sucking and biting, Juri slowly untangles herself from your body and removes her mouth from your neck, spinning you around with a finger. Face to face with her, you shiver as her uncovered eye looks you up and down hungrily, a smug grin spreading across her face. When she brings her hand up to the back of your head and pulls your hair tight, the music suddenly pauses and the crowd cheers wildly as she presses her lips to yours, her tongue immediately forcing its way in. Clutching at her onesie, your eyelids flutter once more as she kisses you violently, the metallic taste of your own blood coating your tongue. You've never had anyone treat you this roughly before, but somehow you don't mind. 

"Didn't your mommy ever warn you not to talk to strangers?" Juri whispers, breaking the kiss and taking advantage of the relative silence, "That one day someone like me might come along and eat. You. Up."

You start to mouth a reply, but the music starts back up just as you start to speak and Juri holds her hand up to her ear with a smirk as you're drowned out by the sound. No problem. You have better ways to put your mouth to use. 

Pushing the hood of her onesie back a bit, you plant your lips just below her ear and start to kiss your way down her neck. Your jaw trembles as you realize that you just did something without her permission, but she hasn't stopped you yet. A trickle of sweat slowly travels down the small of your back as you kiss along Juri's collarbone, but you let out a gasp against her skin when the bead of sweat suddenly flips up the back of your skirt and grabs your ass. Kneading your cheeks for the world to see, Juri hooks her fingers in your panties before quickly tearing them away and throwing them to the side, pulling your cheeks apart once more to expose your hole.

Your face turns deep crimson as the crowd erupts into cheers once more, burying your face in the crook of Juri's neck to hide your shame. Unfortunately, with nothing else covering your crotch, they can also see how wet you are, the flashing lights reflecting off the small puddle forming on the ground between your feet. Still, you can't stop now, and you continue planting kisses down Juri's chest, your knees almost buckling when she places one hand on top of your head. Her palm pushing you lower tells you exactly what she's expecting from you, and you happily oblige, lowering yourself to your knees in front of her.

Juri begins to pull the zipper of her onesie lower for you, but something else catches your attention on the way down. Sitting up on your knees, you're face to face with her tight midriff and you don't even try to stop yourself. With both hands on her hips, you bring your face to her stomach and extend your tongue, letting it drag slowly upwards. You can feel her laughing as you lick along her defined abs and savor the sweat on her skin, but she lets you keep going. If anything, the hand on your head pulls your face closer, her fingers running through your damp hair. You can't see the crowd anymore, just Juri's perfect stomach, and you try to sneak a peek off to the side to see how they're reacting. Try as you might, you can't make out any faces in the circle, but as you turn your head to the side and lick up to Juri's bellybutton, a series of white flashes blinds you. Seems that after all this time, people decided to pull out their phones and record the action. Fine with you.

Sitting lower on your knees, you softly kiss down her waist until you reach her panty line, looking up at her with your tongue extended and silently asking for permission to please her. Juri makes a show of pretending to think about it as you wait with bated breath, looking down on you with a smug grin for half a minute before pulling her black underwear aside and your face into her crotch. Your heart threatens to break out of your chest as you touch her perfect lips with yours, giving her a soft kiss before daring a taste. When you finally work up the courage to make contact with your tongue, you're rewarded with a slight quiver of her hips and a tug of your hair. Finally, after all the teasing she put you through, it's time you returned the favor.

Wrapping your arms around her thighs, you lap eagerly at Juri's cunt, savoring each twitch and tremble she makes. You don't know what else is going on around you, but you don't care anymore. You're right where you belong, on your knees in front of Juri. Nothing else matters. Swirling your tongue over Juri's folds, you fight the urge to drop your hands and get yourself off, telling yourself that it'll be better if you wait. Besides, it might distract from your performance, and you want to give her your best. 

Taking a deep breath, you channel your unsatiated lust into making Juri cum, closing your eyes and focusing on each contour of her lips. The lower half of your face is completely covered in a mixture of your own saliva and her juices, but you just keep digging for more with your tongue, letting it trickle down the back of your throat. You feel her hips starting to shudder more frequently as you speed up and you start to turn your attention to her clit, alternating between gentle sucking and frantic licking. Juri's nails dig into your scalp as you pleasure her, almost painfully, but you never slow your efforts for a second, determined to bring her over the edge.

Pulling your hair tight, Juri suddenly jerks your head backwards and steps directly over you, holding you in place as she rubs herself against your mouth. You do your best to keep your tongue out for her, and as she uses you for her own release another wave of flashes from the phone cameras lights up her face. After another minute of frantic grinding, her movements become more and more erratic until, finally, she crushes your head between her thighs and gushes into your open mouth. Trapped in Juri's grip, the sound of your own heartbeat rises above the music outside, and you fight to take in enough breath to stay conscious. The blood pumping in your head thumps louder as Juri keeps using your mouth, and the edges of your vision start turning black, but just as you're about to black out she releases you and lets you tumble to the floor.

You're already dazed from Juri's rough handling, but when you try to prop yourself up on your elbows, another wave of camera flashes sends you back to the ground. The fact that you made Juri cum completely overshadows the fact that she almost knocked you out, and when you turn over to push yourself upright without getting blinded, Juri's hands on your hips keep you frozen in place. You feel her raise the back of your skirt just as something begins to poke the back of your thigh, and you bite your lip in anticipation of what she has planned for you next. Between the cameras and the dance lights, you're seeing stars every time you blink, and when you try to turn back to see what Juri's doing your face is suddenly pinned to the floor by her foot. Whatever it was that was prodding your thigh has now been moved to your pussy, the tip of the object rubbing you steadily until it's covered in your fluids.

Face down, ass up, you groan silently as Juri slides something rubbery into you, your inner walls stretching to conform to its size. Her constant teasing from before and the crowd cheering you on ensures a relatively easy entry, but you still wince as it stretches you open. The rest of the object shoving its way in forces you to inhale sharply, and when Juri's hips slap against your upturned cheeks, you finally realize what's happening. Matching the pace of her thrusts with the bass reverberating through you chest, Juri fucks you into the ground as everyone watches and records, her fingernails digging into your sides. You can feel your cheek getting rubbed raw every time she pounds into you, the force of her hips bumping you a few centimeters forward, but you have the biggest grin on your face throughout it all.

Minutes pass as Juri pounds you to the rhythm of the music, your lower body already trembling in testament to her seemingly unlimited stamina, and when the current song fades into an even faster one you manage to let out one short, worried, groan before she begins to jackhammer her toy into your cunt. Unable to hold on any longer, your eyes roll up into your head and your whole body shudders violently as you cum around Juri's strap-on, your muscles contracting and releasing. You can almost hear her laughing while she fucks you through your spasms, and when she's finally done using your hole, she removes her foot from your head and lets you collapse unceremoniously to the ground, her toy sliding free with a silent slurp.

Rolling over onto your back, you look up at Juri in a daze as she kneels above you, her purple strap-on resting on your pelvis. You wonder if you'll have any time to catch your breath, and when Juri begins to crawl down your body, you have your answer. Pushing your trembling thighs apart with her hands, she immediately begins to lap at your dripping pussy, her warm tongue sending shivers up your spine. You've lost all control over your own body at this point, hips jerking involuntarily, chest heaving in the stiflingly hot air, legs twitching... Juri knows exactly where and how to touch you to keep you under her thumb. You can feel another orgasm building, but just before you reach the threshold she pulls away and assumes her previous position above you.

Lining the thick toy up with your hole, Juri leans over you with a crazed smile plastered on her face before bringing her hips crashing into yours. You clutch weakly at her onesie in anticipation of another brutal pounding, but instead of hammering you into the concrete floor, Juri grabs you by the face with one hand and kisses you roughly, forcing her tongue into your mouth and letting you taste your own juices. Wrapping your legs loosely around her waist, you return her kiss and forget about the masses surrounding you for a moment. All that matters right now is being close with Juri, and giving her everything she asks for. 

Breaking the kiss, Juri brings her face up a bit above yours, her tongue hanging from her mouth. A slow trail of saliva makes its way down to the pointed tip, colored lights flashing and bouncing off of it, and when it finally collects enough to where it's about to fall, her hand closes around your neck. Gasping for breath, you choke and cough when her spit falls into your open mouth, but instead of releasing her grip Juri begins to drive her hips forward. Turning your head to the side in an attempt to suck in some air, you notice that all the dancers around you are rubbing themselves through their clothes as Juri dominates you. Some of the girls have a hand down their pants, some have a hand down someone else's. As you crane your head back further, you see one guy with his cock completely out, before someone else wraps their hand around it. To see all these people getting themselves off from watching you...

Juri regains your attention with a particularly savage thrust, and you grip her wrist with both hands in response, still gasping for breath beneath her. Her hips don't falter for even a second but she loosens her hold on your neck briefly, allowing you a few frantic inhalations before closing her fingers once again. You can feel something building inside you as each of your senses are overwhelmed, the blinding lights above you leaving spots in front of your eyes, the deafening music gradually growing more muted as Juri chokes you out, your whole lower body spasming uncontrollably... You feel something land beside your face from behind, and when you finally manage to get your eyes to focus you see some milky white liquid pooling half a foot from your head. Seeing someone else cum from you being put in your place immediately sets you off, and Juri releases your throat just as a record skip fills the air and the room goes silent. Unable to hold yourself back, you scream in ecstasy as you claw at Juri's arm, your legs squeezing her waist desperately as she buries every inch of her strap-on inside you. 

Everything gets a bit hazy after that. You know you're lying flat on your back, but it feels like everything's spinning around you. Juri gives you a slow kiss, but when you open your eyes again, she's gone. You can hear something going on above your head, but you're too out of it to see... Taking a second to rest your eyes, you feel a heavy thud beside your head and open them again, finding some guy's face being pushed into the ground by Juri's foot, his tongue stretching out to clean up the mess he left... And then suddenly you're being picked up and carried somewhere. Cold night air hits your face as Juri brings you outside, but it's not enough to shake you from your stupor. Oh, your friend is saying something and waving!... Hello... It'd be rude not to wave back.

The next thing you know, you're sitting behind Juri on a motorcycle as she revs the engine, your face pressed to her back and your arms around her midsection. Her pajamas are so warm, she's so warm... You can see your friend still mouthing words, but you can't hear anything she's saying... 

"Hold on tight, I'm not done playing with you yet," Juri laughs as she turns her head back, "Don't worry, I don't break ALL my toys."

Biting your lip silently, you pray that isn't the case.