Confession - A Halloween Story!

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In the spirit of Halloween (pun intended) 👻, I thought I’d write something scary, dark, and kinky. This story is entirely fictional.

 

Warning and Story Twist Spoilers: This story contains CNC, Body Modification, *** of the Unknown, and BDSM with a heavy *** focus. The twist is (spoilers), this story is a lot less dark than it first seems to be, once you reach the end.

 

Enjoy!

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Part 1 - Consent

The premise had seemed simple enough at first. Sign the consent form. Enter the basement. Take off your clothes. Have some fun. Go home.

But now, standing in the room, Charlotte was beginning to realize it wasn’t quite so simple.

The basement’s design leaned heavily into the dungeon part of “sex dungeon.” Thick stone walls, a low ceiling, and a cold stone floor created an unyielding space, all of it lit by flickering candle sconces mounted along the walls. Iron chains hung from the walls and ceiling, while manacles, bolted to stone, waited to bind their next victim. The room was littered with devices of every kind: a wooden table with leather bindings, a pillory, a set of stocks. An entire wall was dedicated to an array of instruments: riding crops, whips, paddles, an array of dildos, vibrators, and other, stranger tools. Some items Charlotte recognized, while others left her bewildered, even slightly nervous. A few, she suspected, weren’t even meant for the human body.

Her heart quickened as her eyes skimmed over the array. Each item seemed deliberately chosen to draw out sensations she both craved and ***ed, her body warming with a mixture of apprehension and excitement.

Behind her, footsteps creaked on the stairs. She turned, watching as the man descended, his presence transforming the air in the room. His face was hidden behind a featureless wooden mask with dark eyeholes, and his form was d***d in black from head to toe. Thick black gloves covered his hands, and his boots struck the stone with a satisfying finality. Upstairs, he had been just a normal man. But here, wearing this mask, he was “Sir.”

There was a chest near the door, labeled clothes. Charlotte reached for it, her hand pausing when Sir stepped forward, closing it with a quiet, firm gesture. She sighed, spotting other garments inside and realizing he kept trophies. Of course he did. She wasn’t the first to step into his domain.

He gestured wordlessly toward a set of shelves along the wall, hooks and talons mounted to receive her belongings. Grinning, she caught his meaning and slowly began to undress.

First, she slipped her tight red dress (the one he had complimented earlier) over her head, folding it neatly before placing it on the shelf. Then she removed her red stilettos, one by one, adding them carefully to the pile. Piece by piece, she shed her jewelry, purse, and tights, placing each item meticulously. She might be about to dive into who-knew-what, but she’d be damned if her nice clothes were going to end up torn or damaged.

At last, clad only in matching red lace bra and panties, she turned to face him. His form towered over her, his masked face impassive, but she could feel his intensity like a live current. She gave him a suggestive wink, tipping her chin upward. “Want to do the honors, Sir?”

Silent, Sir stepped forward, his presence dark and magnetic. He loomed over her, so close she could see the faint glint of his gray eyes through the mask. He smelled of desire and strong cologne. Without a word, he grasped her shoulders, turning her roughly around. She felt a swift tug, and suddenly, the straps of her bra gave way, the fabric slipping to the floor in two neat pieces.

She gasped. Those had been expensive. But before she could voice her protest, she felt the waistband of her panties tighten, then give, the damp fabric slipping down her legs, now useless.

Her cheeks flushed with annoyance. She turned on him, now completely bare save for her skin, her raven hair cascading over her shoulders. She raised a hand, intending to strike, but he caught her wrist with ease, his grip like iron. His voice slipped out, low and resonant, from behind the mask. “You signed the contract, which allows me to do anything you did not expressly forbid. You said nothing about sparing your clothing.”

Her defiance softened, replaced by a sheepish nod as she glanced down. Damn. She had signed it, maybe a bit too eagerly.

Sir extended his hand, and she grudgingly placed the shredded underwear in his gloved palm, watching as he crossed the room and dropped it into the clothes chest with practiced ease. Just how many other women had been down here before her?

But her thoughts were interrupted. He crossed back to her in an instant, his hand wrapping firmly around her neck. Her breath caught, and she felt his grip tighten as her vision began to blur as she tried to kick and yell out. But it was too late, within moments, darkness crept into her sight, pulling her under.

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Part 2 - Confess

Her head pounding, Charlotte awoke, cursing herself for not considering her limits properly before coming down here. Something as basic as choking hadn’t even crossed her mind. Desperately, she tried to consider what other things she hadn’t written down.

She tried to sit up, but found herself restrained. By her best guess from the hard rough surface pressing against her exposed backside, she was secured to the hardwood table in the center of the room, with thick iron bands secured tightly around her neck, waist, wrists and ankles. She was completely immobile, her arms positioned so that her hands were at eye level, palms up. Turning her head with difficulty, she could see that the thick iron restraints had actually been screwed directly into the wood with what had to be power tools, rather than simply locked in place.

She couldn’t begin to hope to escape these restraints. Panicking, she began to struggle, tugging in vain on the metal bands, though all this achieved was to cause a shallow cut in her left ankle where the merciless iron edge pressed against soft flesh. She tugged harder, and almost called out… then stopped. Sir was there, in the dim light. The room’s candles had mostly burned out, leaving it very difficult to see. He was little more than a black shape, silent among all of his equipment.

On the side table next to him, Charlotte could see a set of wicked looking instruments. “Look, uh, Sir…”, she began, her throat still slightly hoarse from being ***d before, “I think there’s been a misunderstanding here, this isn’t what I…”

Sir did not seem to be listening as she continued to speak. Instead, he slowly and methodically laid out his tools on the table. Without a word, he took a large iron rod with metal straps on the end, ***d the bar into her mouth, and then began to use a loud hand drill to screw the straps into the wood, forcing her head to remain looking straight up at the ceiling, the hard iron bar filling her mouth, holding her tongue down firmly. She soon gave it up talking, trying to find a more comfortable way to manage the iron gag, and finding it as unyielding as the rest of her restraints.

Sir spoke once he finished sorting out his equipment. “So, slut, I’ve got a busy day. Save me some time, and admit what you did.”

Her brow furrowed, as her thoughts raced, unsure what he was talking about. He continued, “You wear those expensive dresses, with those heels and that lingerie, but you aren’t truly high society, are you? You stink of desperation, not affluence. Tell me,” he added, as something hard and pointy pressed against her left nipple, “are you a slut, a prostitute, or a liar? CONFESS!”

She muttered urgent and pleading negative sounds as best she could while tongue gagged, but they soon turned to cries of *** as an intense piercing pinch of her left nipple overwhelmed her senses. She tugged on the metal bands, wondering what the sick fuck had done to her. But she truly couldn’t so much as turn her head enough to see her own left breast, which stung like hell.

Moving around the table, she could now see Sir’s eyes reflected in the candle light. There was a burning urgency to them now, a hunger that hadn’t been there before. He reached out, something long and sharp in his hand. The faintest touch of cold metal grazed her right breast while he stood there, then said: “You’re only making this harder on yourself. I know the truth, as do you. Why don’t you just admit it, you’ll feel so much better.”

It’s remarkable what a person can say without being able to use their tongue. The stream of barely comprehensible swear words directed at Sir through the iron gag would have made a sailor take notes. Sir however, was unfazed, and a second later Charlotte’s only swearing was words of *** as her right nipple also was consumed in fierce, burning agony.

Both of her nipples screamed in ***, and all she could do was join them, the sound echoing off the stone of the basement, though no one would be coming to help.

Sir continued circling her table, and now stopped above her head. “It occurs to me,” he said, calmly, almost bored. “That maybe you haven’t admitted the truth yet because you don’t realize it yourself. You take advantage of people, relying on your beauty like a mask to hide your true self. You’re worse than I am. Let’s fix that, and bring the real you to the surface…”

She cried out and whimpered as over the next twenty minutes, the man began to do something to her face, leaving more and more of it hurting. Her lip, her nose, her eyebrow, each now stung as fiercely as her nipples did. She yelled at Sir, furious, “Ooooouuu assssard!!!!” It was all she could manage through the gag.

“Such a vile tongue.” He sighed. “Clearly it’s been holding you back from telling the truth. Luckily, I know the cure.” He reached into her held open mouth, odd metal tools in hand. Soon, he had her tongue in their grip, and a moment later she screamed again as her tongue joined her body’s growing crescendo of ***s. What’s more, he’d apparently secured something heavy to her tongue, as it now felt odd in her mouth. She tried to continue swearing, but her tongue hurt too much.

Sir moved around her table again, now moving between her legs. “We come now to the heart of your vile machinations. You lust, and men throw *** at you. Perhaps if we remove this limitation, you will finally have nothing left to hold you back from telling me the truth.” His lambskin gloved hands moved slowly along her legs, teasing the soft flesh as he spoke. Soon, they reached between her legs, and he began to mess around with her vagina. She thrashed in place, but couldn’t move. Maybe it was time to confess, she debated. Maybe it was time, she really didn’t think she could take…

“AHHHHHH!” She screamed as a wildly sharp *** hit her in the left lip of her pussy. She cried and screamed, wondering if confessing would make him stop, if it was worth… “AHHHH!!!!” Her right pussy lip now also burned with wild ***. She couldn’t take it. No more, no more, she needed to confe…”

She screamed one last time, the words echoing off the walls and ceiling of the room, as her clitoris began to scream ***y hellfire it hurt so much. “I CO..ESS!!!” She cried at the top of her lungs, despite the *** in her tongue.

A long, drawn out sigh of disappointment came from Sir at that. “Too bad, I was just getting warmed up. Stop the clock!”

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Part 3 - Results

Upstairs in the private back office of the RealFuk store, Charlotte sat wrapped in a cozy blanket, her bare skin warm against the plush fabric as she sipped hot cocoa. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead—a stark contrast to the dim, charged atmosphere below. Across from her, Sir, now just Steve without the mask, lounged in a chair, typing on his computer. He was changed into a casual green t-shirt and jeans, his wavy brown hair falling comfortably to his shoulders, worlds apart from the intimidating figure he’d been downstairs. Next to her sat a neatly folded pile of her clothes, topped with a fresh pair of RealFuk brand underwear in her size.

“Okay…” he began, turning the monitor toward her, a trace of amusement flickering in his eyes. “You clocked a time of 1 hour, 36 minutes, and 12 seconds from when you entered the dungeon until you called the safe word. During that time, you got two nipple rings, one nose ring, one lip stud, two through your right eyebrow, one tongue rod, two ear piercings, one piercing through each vaginal lip, and a clit hood piercing. You didn’t get to any of the other equipment, so those entries are zeroed out.”

He paused for effect, then continued, “Thank you for playing RealFuk’s newest Escape Room experience—The Inquisitor. As per our policy, you keep all the piercings, included in your entry fee, and we’ll reimburse you for the damaged clothes in four to six weeks.” He smiled wryly. “And on a personal note, it was a pleasure being your Inquisitor today.”

Charlotte smiled, still feeling the thrill lingering in her body. “Thank you, Sir—er, Steve. That was… intense.” She paused, catching her breath. “So, when do I get my prize *** for first place?”

He chuckled, glancing back at the monitor. “I hate to break it to you, Charlotte, but you’re far from first place. Current record-holder managed 7 hours and 8 minutes on The Inquisitor. Apparently, they couldn’t handle a little tickling.”

He slid his chair closer, leaning toward her, his voice dropping to the dark, familiar tone of Sir. “Unless, of course, you’d like to try again. The contest is open for another two days.”

Charlotte’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she took in his invitation. “Alright,” she replied, matching his grin. “But I’m rewriting my contract first.”

THE END

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This story had me going outside my comfort zone a bit, but I thought it was an appropriate time to write it, today being Halloween and all. It’s my first story in a parallel modern world with a more sex-positive mindset, and most stories in it will in some way feature the fictional RealFuk company. However, unless specifically mentioned, they aren’t directly linked to each other.

Let me know if I got the kink right, I usually focus more on pleasure than *** in my stories. Like and comment below, and think carefully about what goes on your limit lists.

Happy Halloween everyone!

[Li****]

Lovely

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Omg that was absolutely awesome to read