Nine Inches of Pleasure

Chapter One

At first, all I heard was silence. Whispers of anticipation wavered through the crowd as I was crushed against the barricades. This was my first Nine Inch Nails concert, and I was too excited. I had chosen the perfect outfit. Black bra, lace boyshorts, black knee high lace up boots, and a scant lacy chemise covered it. For jewelry I had only a black slave collar with a steel ring in the front. My hair was loose and damp now from being pressed against sweating, salty bodies of men and women who were as anxious as I was. Red, green and purple lights bathed the stage in a multi-colored warm glow.
A sudden itch crept up my spine as I waited for my idol to appear before me. A crashing chord filled the air as I watched from below the black platform. Fog rolled out from a smoke machine hidden somewhere backstage. Whispers turned to screams of agony and joy as Trent Reznor walked onto the stage. My heart fluttered like a trapped winged thing as I stared at his glorious sillouhette. His hair was jet-black and shoulder-length, damp and wet. He wore a tattered black tanktop, black leather pants so tight they looked painted on, and black knee-high boots. He walked up to the mic and shrill screams echoed like thunder. "We haven't been in Grand Rapids for a long time, but it is good to be back". His words rumbled through me like lava seeping out from a volcano. As I watched, an exploding beat filled the air and I knew what it was before the rhythm went through the crowd like wave. "Closer." I wanted to sink back and let the crowd take me. I wanted to melt. Trent took the mic and his words took me. "You let me violate you...". He crooned. I was pressed against the barricades, my ribs near crushed, but I didn't care. I stared up at him and that ferocious creature welled up in me. As the words flowed through me, memories and times that were both painful and pleasurable coursed through my brain. Tangled bodies and sheets entwined with my brain fibers, creating a visual so strong I almost dropped.
Trent fell to his knees, his throat strained with the lyrics, his face red and damp. He raked his clawing fingers over his chest, tearing the shirt open, leaving bloody nail marks over his glistening torso. He writhed closer to the front, near me. I pulled a muscle reaching out to touch him. When he groaned "I wanna fuck you like an animal", his hand clasped mine for a second. I intertwined my fingers with his and had just enough time to kiss his palm and run my tongue over his index and middle finger. My heart was beating so hard I could see it throbbing in my chest. I could taste the salt of his skin and a thrill ran through my entire body. I gasped and inhaled the smell of sweat, blood and salt.
I could hear moans and screams of couples, orgies and threesomes fucking everywhere. The sounds of pounding flesh and the song made me roll against the barricades, it posessed me to the point to where I could only see him, bathed in sweat and the stinging shimmer of blood. He ran his finger up and down his own chest and ran his tongue over his hand. I felt the same orgasmic rush of lust and need, drowning all thoughts that could have been relevent at the moment. I wondered if he felt the same way. He was seeing it all, the fornication, the desecration, the temptation and penetration. I enjoyed watching his eyes narrow to slits as he growled and crooned and screamed and ached. I wanted to lick the blood off of him and taste the rich, salty grains of his sweat.
I danced and swayed and tilted my head back, exposing my neck and breasts, my arms held out to him. His voice filled me like he would if he were literally inside of me. My lips parted and I let the music and his voice take me. The lights weren't lights at all. They were clouds and cotton candy and sex and lust. I was falling, falling further down the spiral. My vision grew dark and hazy. At first I thought it was the lighting, but as I was falling and my head hit something cold and hard, my eyes closed and everything went dark.