She was only 16. The curves of her body had only just reached their womanly potential. Large round breasts, soft curvy hips framing her round, tight ass. She had the softness of childhood and the sensuality of a woman at the edifice of her sexual era.
She walked into the dilapidated building. The stairs led her down. Twirling into the darkness, as if lost in the womb of life, she continued blind into the depth of the earth. The sound became eerie, muffled music and moaning coming from an indefinable source, beckoned her. She opened the door and the scene took over her senses. Naked men and women, bejeweled and in black leather and latex. The smell of rubber rubbing against skin, rubbing against leather mesmerized her. Beautiful women whispered into the ears of their lovers, moaned with desire, shrieked in pain. Men, with their cocks stiff and taut, plunging into wet fissures, human sex.

Her lover, the man who had called her to this place stepped forward. He was a muscular man, black and beautiful with gentle eyes but a fierce expression. His demeanor was serious and stern, potent with life and sexual authority. He took her hand with surprising gentleness and walked her across the room, she drifted after him, mesmerized.