Pain is close to pleasure, even for the Dream?(Natalia)

The "Satin Predator" is an underground club beyond the grasp of the law and located deep in the belly of Tokyo. It's owner is rumored to have very good connections to the highest circles of the government and stands for absolute discretion, never favoring everyone or taking a side.

The best female strippers money or favors can buy dance for the selected guests of the house while strange colored, exotic drinks are served in the dense atmosphere. Everything except real violence or kidnapping is allowed in the "Satin Predator", so it's not uncommon to see a Dominatrix leading her subverts through the club in exotic ways while some mere steps away a stripper gets doused in a bath of champagne. Being intolerant is the second best way to leave the clubs feet first again(first one is drawing a weapon with the intend to kill), and regular guests know that very well.

To reach the club, you have to cross the dark part of Tokyo and enter an underground garage, which is located under an deserted building which belongs to a box office corporation, where the first security guards are stationed. They are dressed like a common security team, but lack the friendly try to scare away unwanted guests and instead have a habit of getting people lost if they refuse to leave after the first warning. AFW wrestlers, usually sexy and perverted, are free to come and go when they follow the rules of the club.

If someone takes that hurdle, they enter a satin clad elevator and reach the second security theme. This team gives a much better look at the club itself as they either wear mask, carry heavy mascara, look gothic, are tattooed like crazy or branded/ringed as they please. The second team applies body scanners and collects weapons from the guest who they get back when they leave, regardless of the type of weapon before a guest can enter the public area by the means of a short stair.

The *public* area of the club is bathes in stroboscope light which changes it's colors and patterns regularly. The owner of the house resides one step above the dancing and generally celebrating and seldom mixes in the stuff of his guests. Guests(the large majority being female) are usually free to choose what they wear, but the free atmosphere usually causes an influence from the S/M scene.

Typical playing list:
Judas Priest(Blood red Skies, Touch of Evil), Pendulum(Choose your Color, Blood sugar), Rammstein(Engel, Mein Herz brennt, Moskau), The Prodigy(Poison, Girls, Hot Ride), Juno Reactor(Conga Fury), Powerman 5000(When Worlds collide, Drop the bombshell), Doro(Prisoner of Love). Moonspell(I'll see you in my dreams, Vampiria, Full Moon Madness), Rob Dougan(clubbed to death), Deathstars(Chernograd, Cyanide, Mark of the Gun)

The *private* area, reachable though a stair which leads downstairs is for selected(richer, more famous(AFW) or influential(probably AFW)) guests of the house and consists of a series of darkened chambers with lava lamps to bath the guest in a atmosphere of alluding but mildly disturbing light patterns, but some rooms of the private chambers follow other rules. Privacy of couples, gangs or larger groups of guests has absolute priority for the club employees, following the motto of the owner:
"Your pleasure is my desire"

Natalia had heard rumors about 'The Satin Predator' before from some girls in the AFW but she had never been there before. It was one of the most exclusive clubs in Japan and famous around the world among the elites and inner circles for being a place of luxury and debauchery. It wasn't a place where you could get in without an invitation, and The Dream had never had one... Until now.

The letter came in a ebon black envelope sealed with red blood wax and a scary oni mon imprinted on it.



Inside it there was a small thread of rice paper also black, the message was written in Japanese using traditional Chinese kanjis painted in golden ink with an exquisite calligraphy.

'May the Moon smile upon you and the blessings of the thirtythree beheaded oni of the Yari mount shower down on your distinguished self, Honored Lady Natalia Dominique Lacroix Saint-Germain.'

This strange introduction left the blue-eyed cutie perplexed, not because of the strange 'blessing' but because it included her full name, something very few people knew.

'The honorable house of The Satin Predator humbly extends this invitation in the hopes that your august personage will grace this temple of purity and prudence with your magnificent prescence for the purpouse of sharing the games of the night, its pleasures and its pains.



Come alone

Natalia couldn't help but feel a cold shiver run up and down her spine after reading this, but mixed with the fear and anxiety this weird letter caused her, was an irresistable curiosity and excitment. It sounded so much as a trap that there was no way not fall for it. Plus Natalia wanted to know who had sent this, who was it that knew her full name.

It was barely past eleven when the roaring machine of a power bike broke the silence of the night. Natalia almost missed the deserted box office building, but managed to steer her back in time to enter the underground garage. She left her bike there, took of her helmet and walked to the security guards who made way for the curvaceous cutie when she showed up her invitation, letting her get into the elevator.

Natalia was wearing a black shiny latex skin-tight catsuit that seemed to be painted on her body, black knee high leather boots and an also black leather jacket. The Dream wasn't new to the S/M scene so unlike what she usually did, she wore her hair in a tight pony tail from the top of her head. Wearing the hair lose and straigth was seen as a sign of being a subbie, and Natalia didn't wanted to give the wrong impression.

The doors of the elevator opened and Natalia was hit by the wall of sound of the club's loud music and the scent of the sweaty bodies. The Dream tried to take one last deep breath before sinking herself into the club but it was already too late, the atmosphere was just intoxicating.

The scene presented before her eyes left Natalia wondering if it was a dream or a nightmare. The place was filled with gorgeous girls engaged in all manner of lewd activities. Some were dancing in cages in different states of undressing; others were being dragged around by collars, either walking or crawling on their fours on the floor; many others were hanging from walls, restrained with ropes and bamboo structures like living sculptures, Natalia who was a shibari afficionado was marveled by the quaility of the work and the beauty of the prisoners; some girls weren't so lucky and were forced to serve as furniture, some as chairs and others laid on their fours holding up with their nude backs crystal tables for the costumers to place their drinks on, and in the center of the dance floor there were four lovely girls 'wrestling' nude in a pool of some sticky fluorescent substance. They weren't very good at fighting, Natalia could tell, but they were very beautiful.

The blue-eyed cutie walked around the place, looking at the patrons to see if she could recognize someone, but being very careful to avoid making eye contact; she knew how easy was to get into trouble simply by looking at a Mistress in the eyes. She could feel her heart beating hard and fast inside her chest, almost matching the rhythm of the music. This place brought her so many horrible traumatic memories, but at the same time enticed her to stay and maybe even take part amenities offered, there were more than a few of the girls around here that had caught her eye. It was so different to be in a place like this as a patron rather than a slave, and although the guilt creep up on Natalia's brain, she couldn't help but kind of enjoy it.

She sat in a stool in front of one of the many bars the club had and asked for a drink.

"A shot of vodka with...whatever that purple shiny thing is..."

"Your pleasure is our desire, madam."
a raven-haired beauty replied to the request of Natalia and mixed in some of the substance in an appropriate quantity, putting a piece of celeriac on a small plate beside it. She didn't say a word about the taste Natalia would get out of it, trial and error was a common custom in the Satin Predator regarding drinks.

"D! IS FOR DESTROY!"
The fiery haired D-Jane had chosen to play Deathstar's [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20MZvyfwFAY:26i1xfuy]Mark of the Gun[/url:26i1xfuy] for now, not from her own design but answering a request. The brand new and tricked to maximum performance speakers send it's vibrations through the room, rippling through the skin of the crowd without causing the nasty feedback of some of the cheaper models. A person of special interest to the Dream was also in the club, arriving some minutes before the Dream with the same invitation in her hands. And that person had eyed her in amazement as she entered, while being protected by the dancing crowd where so many wonders waited for the curios eye.

"E! IS FOR ENFORCE!"
blue eyes, rivaling that of the Dream's in intensity sucked themselves at the alluring silhouette of Natalia. There was a whole world of things the mouth belonging to the eyes of would like to say to Natalia, but the upbringing of that particular person didn't allow an emotion as easy forgiveness or compassion without paying or getting a price for it. She had been through hell and back, and her only anchor to the already near shores of light had failed her while a wretched old hag had drawn her back into the darkness.

"A! IS FOR ABSOLUTE!"
she waited for that moment when Natalia would turn around on the comfortable chair she had herself sat in. The dream would look into the blonde haired carnival mask of a Raven and the blue eyes of whom only she knew that they could tell other emotions than those of lust, obedience, domination, fear and anger. And the crowd would be dancing and playing between them, shortly covering the masked girl who would have vanished then...

"D! IS FOR DARKNESS!"
...to reappear a scant few feet away from her last position, turning her head to look at Natalia a second time before descending down into the private part of the club.
C'mon, Natalia. I know you want to find out...
there was a task to do as she hurried down the steps while thinking the above.

Natalia took a sip of her drink and couldn't help but make a funny face. It didn't tasted bad at all, but the dark haired beauty just wasn't ready for the bittersweet flavor...or the double shoot of vodka. She took a second sip and found it much more enjoyable now that she knew what to expect, but then she felt a shiver run up her body and the horrible sensation that someone was staring at her from behind creeped up in her mind.

Natalia placed her drink at the bar and turned around, not seeing anything but a wall of dancing bodies at first. She scanned quickly the area and just when she was about to decide to ignore it she caught on the corner of her eyes a pair of blue eyes looking at her from behind a curious raven mask. She turned her head around quickly but the owner of those eyes wasn't there any more.

Natalia's heart began to beat like a drum inside her chest. Those eyes...she had seen them before. And that raven mask had an eerie familiar look. The Dream deserted her drink and stood up, moving to the dance floor, she began to walk in what seemed to be a living laberynth of sweaty bodies. The sensation that she was being watched only became more and more intense and her heartbeat began to accelerate. She wasn't just being watched, she was being hunted.

And at the same time, she was hunting. Tracking this mysterious raven-girl throught the crowd of dancers, pushing bodies to the side and slipping between them, Natalia could have sworn she had been at hands reach of her prey, but each time she felt she was going to catch her, the mysterious rave-girl disappeared behind someone else, to appear a few feet away.

Finally, when Natalia thought she had cornered her prey, she found that girl had escaped yet again thanks to a set of marble stairs in the floor that lead to the private area. Natalia was not going to stop, no matter how much of a trap this looked like, she had to know. So she took a deep breath and without a second thought began to descend the stairs to the darker and most secret parts of the club.

The girl with the raven mask made a good progress to pass any of the other guests as she was not picky how to pass them, using elbows and knees without further notice to slip by, or rolling over a bended back under the angry or surprised eyes of the mistress of that given back.

Her supposed prey wasn't stupid, waiting for her in the next room until reaching the end of the stairs would never have worked in the mindset of raven girl, excepting hunting people to be as paranoid as she was too.
What if I am the tigress and she is the bait instead the other way?
crossed her mind, causing her to feel a chilling pain in the belly. Could Natalia have given herself as a bait for something like that to happen? Five Years ago, she would have denied that with confidence in every inch of her heart, mind and body, but now she wasn't so sure about that.

Finally she found an empty room in where she could finally the heart to confront her, at least in her mind.
A lava lamp in the middle gave the room the general color of lead, barely illuminating a floor clad in brick-red satin while a curtain of stringed marbles would also double as a door. A prismatic, technically tricked device hung from the ceiling, directly over the lava lamp. It guided and formed a beam of light which broke in an uncalculating pattern, able to turn it from a jealous green single ray to an alert red umbrella in mere seconds. There wasn't much furniture, just a one legged table made of mahogany wood under the lamp.

She discarded her mask and threw it into a corner, revealing a Caucasian face, probably from northern or central Europe, illuminated by a green fan at the moment. She drew a picture out from under her bra, right from under the heart, and laid it directly before the lamp as if she had dropped it without realizing it. It showed a group of girls, Natalia and the blonde in the middle at the age of around 14, hugging each other while laughing. It was a bait for her. And it was valuable to the blonde, so valuable that she would have crippled everyone except the Dream in this building to regain it if taken from her.

She would go into hiding, grabbing with both hands at a ventilation shaft and bring her legs up to the ceiling to escape a quick glance into the room. Concluding that Natalia would take the bait and bend over, she would silently land on the bottom behind her and try to down her with a vicious fist into the back. Success of that or not, Natalia would knew that her suspicions wouldn't have betrayed her when she began to speak in fine Japanese, with a barely notable hint of German accent.
“Whenever two women meet, one will dominate the other. One will be the alpha and prove her superiority to the other, who will have no option, but to surrender and submit to the victors will. To be the best, to be the alpha, you have to beat everybody else. This is the only way to live.”

She could have just confronted Natalia eye to eye and really had the urge to talk to the Dream, but it was the only way Raven girl had been taught how to come close to a person, be it with the body or the heart. Her name was Anja. To Natalia and the other girls on the photo. Karasu to everyone else still drawing a breath.

Natalia followed the mysterious masked girl to the underground of the club and saw her enter into one of the privates that stood at the sides of the corridor. She didn't accelerated the pace althought her heart rhythm kept accelerating and her anxiety growing. She didn't wanted to rush into the trap she was expecting; Natalia kept her senses sharp and kept an eye over her shoulder just in case someone tried to blindside her.

Natalia stopped for a second in front of the curtain that seperated the corridor from the private room where the girl she was chasing, took a deep breath and then slid the curtain to the side to get in...and to her amazement she found there was nobody there. The Dream looked around confused. Had she got in the wrong room. No, she was sure it was this one. She then looked at the walls, trying to see if there was a hidden door or something, but she couldn't find any or any trace of the girl she was looking for.

Natalia was about to leave wondering now if someone had put something in her drink and she was seeing things that weren't there when she noticed a picture on the floor. She crouched to pic it up, for she immediately recognized it as something oddly familiar, and her lovely blue eyes opened wide when she saw herself in the pic. Her eyes quickly filled with tears and then she heard someone drop behind her, right when she had dropped her guard.

"Ughhhhhh!" Natalia groaned as she felt the powerful and vicious strike to her back. Next thing Natalia knew, she was laying face down, her back hurting horribly, but not as much as hearing those words hurt her. Natalia rolled on her to look up at her attacker. Even without seeing her, Natalia knew that voice very well.

"A-anja?!?"

Anja had watched in a mixture of gleeful satisfaction, speechless sensation and her mostly underlying sense of paranoia how Natalia had taken the bait. It was one of two belongings the girl considered to be personal and unable to regain once destroyed, but the mask would have looked too much of a trap as it was impossible to lose without taking notice of it.

Any other person would have received a crushing kick with the heel in the crotch right now, getting the victim of the frustrations Anja had collected over her whole life, unknowing to the attacker itself that she came very close to the image of her former owner then. But Natalia was lucky as Anja would be satisfied to sit on her stomach to pin her to the ground, raising her fist in an attempt to punch her in the face until she realized that tears streaked down the cheeks of the Dream. Was she ashamed that Anja got the best of her? Had the attack mauled her so bad that she was already crying? Or maybe, maybe it was for the same reason she woke up sometimes, screaming like she had gone insane? A fourth alternative, that she may have at least missed her a little, also lingered at the fringes of her mind, but it had very little space considering how they had met and left the other's life the last time.
“Of course it's me. Don't try to pull the wool over my eyes, Natalia. It won't work.”
she replied, her grim face full of determination not to fail as paranoia grabbed at her again.

The fist would turn into an open palm, and the slap to some belittling little slapping on both cheeks. She couldn't muster the strength to just wipe them away, she had to stay alpha-strong and couldn't help but do it that way.
“You better stay still while I search you. I won't have as much mercy with you as that blue haired smurf who mauled you at Avalanche if you resist.”
she would threaten Natalia while showing a cracked smile, not starting until she was sure that her former friend was subdued for the moment. The catsuit of Natalia left nothing and everything to imagination and didn't show much color difference to the leathery black trouser of Anja or her ankle high, laced boots. A screeching red raven stared at everyone daring to look at her breast, and the dark blue jeans jacket she wore had the A for Anarchy on its back. She wore her hair open, giving a fuck about someone would think of her as a subbie. The last guy who thought of her as a subbie and tried to put a move on her had picked up his own teeth with his broken fingers some minutes later. Literally.

The Dream was too shocked by this sudden apparition from the past to defend herself, and so she was easily pinned down by Anja who had no trouble to straddle her. Seeing the punch incoming Natalia braced herself and closed her eyes, turning her face to the side to try to soften the impact, but the hit was much softer than she expected as Anja slapped her viciously. It stung horribly and Natalia was sure she had Anja's fingers marked red on her skin, but it was still much better than receiving a full fist punch.

"Anja... I...I didn't..." Natalia tried to explain, but she wasn't really sure what to say. Last time she had seen Anja had been in that fateful tournament, when they tried to fuck each other, knowing that the loser would be killed. Anja had been her friend, but after that night...she didn't knew anymore. The way Anja looked at her terrified Natalia. The whole situation was so confusing that she didn't knew what to do, so although she didn't liked the position, The Dream remained still, pinned under Anja without offering any resistance, at least for now.

Natalia's cute face blushed deeply and she frowned enraged, gritting her teeth when she heard Anja reminding her of her defeat at the AFW PPV. It had never occurred to Natalia that anyone from her past would be seeing that match, much less Anja, and the fact that the blonde had watch her get her ass kicked and now mocked her about it made her blood boil. She wasn't sure why but it truly drove her nuts.

"I'm not armed, Anja!" Natalia said barely containing the urge to kick Anja in the back. "Now get off me!" she demanded.

Anja licked a tear from one of her fingers while Natalia had still looked away in the course of her little slapping. She had missed touching the Dream so hard that this little tear felt like a taste of champagne for her. But saying that would mark her as weak, so it was out of question.
“You didn't what? Didn't try to help me when that old witch ruined my life for the final time? Didn't try to find me after that? Didn't hesitate fighting me then? Be more precise!”
it was pure frustration that spoke out of Anja, while every question rammed her an imaginary knife in the back. Natalia had gotten so much back from the society, and she didn't have anything beside an old picture and a stuffed old toy. Why? Just why? She couldn't understand that fully, but the pure irony that the one time police forces hadn't just looked by when they were abused and only she couldn't benefit from it had always pained her and destroyed the last bit of believe she had in law and the police.

Her hands glide over the Dreams body, starting with her breasts where she took a good grab. A normal person would have probably suffered from an emotional breakdown right now, but their upbringing had made them machine enough to keep on fighting even when in the deepest of holes.
“You liar. You carry a pair of these and tell me you're not armed.”
a slightly softer and much less cracked smile fought its way on the face of the former tournament fighter while her hand slid below the legs of Natalia to search there for a weapon.
“Or this.”
Rape was indeed like saying hello for her, more like a part of her childhood memories than a real assault. It was a common happening in their old training camps to get forced to have sex with another. Although, after little Natalia had cracked the thick shell of little Anja, force wasn't necessary anymore to convince her to put the moves on Natalia.

The search of her jacket brought some the stuff one could usually expect to have, but then she found the invitation, leading to a puzzled look on her face.
“Wh...What? You got one of these too?”
she asked, showing her own invitation in the same fashion. She let loose of her tight grip an Natalia, visibly confused, didn't get up yet but would be easy to buck off from Natalia. Her own name was easy to copy, but Natalia had a very long and complicated name which required to have insider knowledge. Not even carefree Natalia would have shouted her name to the world like that. Maybe she was innocent and hadn't tried to lure her into a trap. Alone the sound of this message gave her a slight bit of hope back.

Natalia's lovely blue eyes shined brightly as the tears filled them, but she kept staring back at Anja getting more and more furious while hearing the blonde's recriminations. She sure felt guilty for most of those things, but she had good reasons for not looking for Anja after they were separated, or so she thought. She wasn't sure why, but having Anja throw this accusations to her face made her so furious. Yet Natalia controlled herself, althought barely to avoid starting a fight and simply kept quite.

Until Anja began groping her, which made Natalia let out a soft moan. Their bodies had changed a lot since they last meet, Natalia's curves had become more pronounced and her tits had grown considerably larger, but that only made Anja's touch feel more delicious. It had been ages since the two girls had played rape with each other and Natalia couldn't deny she kind of missing battling for sexual control with Anja. Yet things were different now, The Dream didn't knew if she could trust this girl.

Then Anja showed her invitation and Natalia too was surprised to find out it hadn't been Anja who dragged her here. Although that made her feel less fearful about Anja, it also made her more fearful of this whole situation. There was someone else who had brought the two of them here and that couldn't be good. Natalia looked around, fearing someone could be spying them, but from the bottom position it was hard to see much besides Anja's lovely face and delicious breasts. Natalia couldn't help but notice that Anja's body had also got more curvaceous.

"Yes... I have one of those too...which means someone brought us here...and..." Natalia said and then she moved with a sudden burst of strength, trying to buck Anja off and roll on top of her to reverse the position and pin the blonde under her. "You've been on top enough..."