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Club Fatale, Pt. 8
Date: 10/20/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Cruelty, Death, Extreme, Murder, Necrophilia, Rape, Snuff, Torture, Violence, Author: nightscribe, Rating: 71.9, Source: sexstories.com
Club Fatale, Pt. 8 Chapter Fifteen – The Blue Room “You do understand the rules of the Blue Room, Mr. Anderson?” “Yes,” I responded. “And are you prepared to place yourself beneath these rules, to be held to the letter of these rules and to execute all actions that these rules require of you?” “Yes, I am,” I said. “Then you may enter the Blue Room of your own free will, Mr. Anderson.” “Thank you, Mr. Lloyd,” I said and entered. I smiled at the brunette on my arm, as I led her fatefully across the threshold and into the silken blue chamber beyond. As I did, I distinctly felt a chill wash over me. It was like the woman on my arm was a ghost; I could almost see the reaper standing at her shoulder. “And now, sweet Vivian,” I said, “our fates are entirely... out of our own hands...” Vivian smiled at me, weakly. Inside were more than a dozen Clubmen, perhaps as many as half the total clientele of the Club Fatale. Each was accompanied by a Femme, as required to enter the Blue Room -- a few of them by more than one. Here and there a girl was being fucked, or throated on her knees, or tortured in some sort of contraption for all to see and enjoy. I paused before a blonde. She hung from the ceiling by her ankles while several men took turns shoving their cocks up her throat, nearly suffocating her to unconsciousness. “Interesting, isn’t it?” I asked my companion. My finger traced Vivian’s jaw. I could feel her fear, her uncertainty. Passing on through the gathered couples, we ...