It was a dark and stormy afternoon, and I arrived at a long-abandoned two-story farmhouse on the outskirts of town. The high winds violently shook the trees and the ominous dark storm clouds moved swiftly overhead.
I got out of my 2011 Ford Escape and began taking photos of the derelict property. I was alone, as I had been for much of my life, so I was accustomed to living a life of solitude and isolation. I had no family, not a single soul ever checked in on me or showed any genuine interest. I was kept in the dark, permanently. I had no reason nor intention to return to the world. I would die here, abandoned and isolated and alone, and I was at peace with that.
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The defunct farmhouse was in such disrepair that parts of it were collapsing. Apparently built in the early 1920s, the house had clearly been abandoned for decades.
Outside, the chaos of the storm created difficulty for me to get steady shots of the exterior. I found a gaping whole in the house where a door had been, so I entered the dead house.
As wandered in, I found it to be eerily still and silent compared to the exterior turmoil. The kitchen had appliances from the 1960s, which seemed to be when the property had been abandoned. The living room had a couch covered in plaster that had fallen from the decaying ceiling, and the floor itself was collapsing.
I took some pictures, but the silence of the forgotten memory of the home was unsettling and tore at my soul. It was a literal reflection of my life. Now being 40 and forgotten, I had only uncertainty and no hope for the future - just like this dead home.
I made my way up a flight of stairs that were surprisingly intact and could support my weight. The second level had three bedrooms and a full bathroom. A couple of the rooms had giant gaping whole with the roof caving in, allowing the elements to further deteriorate them.
One bedroom was still fairly intact, and it was a bright bloody red color. On one wall was spray painted the words "Sex Dungeon" with an arrow pointing to an open closet door.
Looking into the closet, I could see a broken down wall that appeared to lead to a hidden passageway behind it. Curious, I climbed into the dark passage, which led to a narrow spiral staircase that descended into a void.
It didn't make sense to me. The hidden stairs shouldn't exist, as the living room was directly below the closet. Against my better judgement, I decided to explore the deep void.
I used the light on my camera to light the passage, and I descended the spiral stairs into the void. The further down I went, the more I could make out stone walls around the stairs, seemingly manifesting as I descended.
Eventually, I came to the bottom of the stairs, where I found myself in a dank subterranean stone corridor that had wrought iron torches along the walls, and next to the torches were open medieval wooden doors. I was now in a literal dungeon somewhere beneath the abandoned farmhouse.
With caution, I made my way down the corridor, peering into each door. Each door opened into a chamber, each with different themes that pertained to erotic pleasures. Some had beds at their center, and some had various BDSM equipment and toys.
I came to a chamber that was pink and plush. There was a lone red light suspended from the ceiling over a circular bed with pink velvet sheets. Only the bed was well lit, and the corners of the room were in shadow. There were cuffs, whips, and other bondage toys on and around the bed, and there was a leather swing suspended from the ceiling next to the light.
In two of the shadowy corners of the room were two blow-up dolls seated on pink plushy stools. I could barely make them out, and they seemed to be watching me, unsettling me.
As I stepped into the room, I turned my back on the two dolls, and the door to the chamber slowly closed on it's own, locking me inside. I heard a muffled rubbery squeak behind me. I turned, and my heart went to my throat upon seeing that the two dolls were now two voluptuous women staring at me from the shadows.
One of them was a fiery redhead wearing a semi-transparent white gown with plushy pink trim, and I could see she was nude underneath. The other woman was a busty brunette in a black string bikini. There was something off about the two of them, but they were both so hot and clearly horny.
The two women seductively got on the bed and began making out, glancing at me as if they wanted me to join them.
Fuck it. I knew this was a dream that I'd never wake up from, and I was never going to get my needs met in the real world, anyway. I wasn't welcome or wanted there, and I decided I would stay here forever. I would be better off missing.
I got naked and joined the two women on the bed. They both kissed and stroked parts of me, getting me stimulated.
The redhead spread her legs and began pleasuring herself, staring at me. "Do you want to make love?" she asked sensually.
The brunette began stroking my erect penis and asked, "Do you want to FUCK?!"
Then the two of them said in unison, "Or do you want to play like we're making a porno?"
"Playlikewe'remakingaporno!" I awkwardly exclaimed as I got increasingly excited.
The redhead straddled me, and the brunette sat on my face. The two of them grinded slowly, picking up speed and intensity as the three of us got further aroused.
As the intensity increased, I found it difficult to breathe. Thrusting deep and hard into the redhead as her body clapped against mine, the brunette pressed her busty breasts into my face, suffocating me. Nearly passing out as I was approaching climax, I had to pause.
The two women, breathing heavy, aggressively bound me to the bed with chains and handcuffs. It was time to ramp up the kink. They switched positions, and the brunette straddled me while the redhead sat on my face.
The brunette slide onto me and the intense thrusting resumed, our bodies clapping and I could hardly keep up pleasuring the redhead as she grinded on my face, moaning with pleasure.
Just as I was climaxing, I fell short of breath, suffocated, and I closed my eyes as I came. When I opened my eyes again, the two women were now in their blow-up doll form. They glared at me with predatory eyes that glowed red, and their mouths were as razor sharp saw teeth. They both growled and hissed, and they began devouring me. Then everything went black.
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I woke up bound to the same bed and locked in the same dungeon chamber. The two women were in their human form, staring at me. "Ready to go again?"
Perplexed, it seemed I had no choice. The orgasm I had just before I died was satisfying and was what I had needed. "I could do this forever," I calmly said.
We went it again, and they devoured me again and I died again, and the cycle repeated. I would never escape, and I didn't want to. I was where I belonged. I was in a shallow yet satisfying hell, doomed to die repeatedly in a sex dungeon of hollow meaninglessness and non-existence.
THE END.