on stage

The spotlight burns white and hot against Lily's skin. She stands center stage at the Velvet Lounge, her voice sweet and melancholic as she pours her soul into a ballad about heartbreak. The audience is hushed, captivated by the raw vulnerability of the indie starlet. Lily is famous for her purity, her untouched innocence a rarity in a world where most women are already conditioned to seek service.

Suddenly, the heavy velvet curtains at the back of the stage are ripped aside with a violent crash. The music cuts out as the band stares in shock. A massive man strides into the light. He is towering, built like a siege engine, with veins standing out across his forearms and a bulge in his jeans that sways with every thunderous footstep.

"Enough singing, sweetheart!" he roars, his voice drowning out the stunned murmurs of the crowd. "You're starving yourself! Look at you, you're pale, you're weak, you're practically wasting away!"

Lily freezes, the microphone trembling in her hand. Her large, doe like eyes blink rapidly. "I... I'm fine, sir. I was just finishing my set "

"Bullshit!" The man reaches her in three strides, grabbing her by the waist and hoisting her up like she weighs nothing. "You have it, don't you? 'Acute Semen Deprivation Syndrome.' It's a medical emergency, Lily. If you don't get a massive feeding right here, right now, your organs will literally start shutting down."

Lily's breath catches. Her mind races, but her natural gullibility that desperate need to believe in authority takes hold. "S syndrome? I've never heard of that... is it dangerous?"

"Deadly," he lies smoothly, his free hand already fumbling with his belt. "Your body can't process nutrients unless they're delivered directly to the womb via high pressure impact. It's science, baby. Now, be a good girl and accept your medicine."

The crowd gasps, but no one moves to stop him. In this world, a man claiming a woman needs feeding is as unquestionable as a doctor prescribing aspirin.

"Oh god," Lily whimpers, her knees buckling as he shoves her down onto the edge of the piano. "I didn't know... I'm so sorry for being so irresponsible with my health! Please, sir, help me!"

The man smirks, revealing the predator beneath the 'healer.' He rips his pants down, revealing a cock that looks like a weapon of war thick, throbbing, and already leaking the viscous, life giving protein she so desperately craves. Before she can even process the scale of it, he drives himself into her.

"Ahh !" Lily's scream pierces the room, but it quickly morphs into something else. As the thick, nutrient rich head stretches her open, her brain recognizes the substance. The 'syndrome' whether real or imagined triggers an immediate, euphoric flood of chemicals. Her pupils dilate until her eyes are almost entirely black. "It's... it's working... I can feel the medicine... oh god, more! I need more to make sure I'm fully recovered!"

She wraps her legs around his waist with desperate strength, her fingers clawing at his back as he begins to fuck her with relentless, punishing force, the microphone still lying on the floor, picking up every wet slap and every desperate moan of the 'treatment.'