DOOR 6
Flashes. Images. Feelings. Slivers of scenarios bred from within. An enticement teasing. Visions aflame with sex. Waves of desire suffocating. Impossibilities once vivid, already, now fading, already, now confusing, already, now gone. Excitement and fear swim inside my stomach, so tangible I can taste them, so dangerous I want more. Drawn in, I knocked again and this time what I saw lingered.
The door to the next room isn’t really a door. It’s a shimmering collection of hanging chains and whips scraping along the floor. A thick bronze number 6 swings and clatters against the metal and a strong smell of latex and sweat drifts from within. I hesitate. But not for long…parting the chains and whips, I slowly step into the room.
There is no focus, no central point my eyes can lock onto. Instead, they dart over disturbing sights, twisted bodies, contorted faces and incredible pleasures. The room stretches far beyond what should be possible and a layer of mist weaves across the floor. There is a pulsating collection of ceiling lights each changing colour and each keeping the ambience consistently dangerous. I take a step further in and soak in the sights set out before me.
A couple, naked, dripping in sweat, are fucking on a sex swing that dangles and sways violently. She holds onto the straps with her legs wide open as he slams his cock into her pussy. Two men are bent over, their asses pounding against each other fucking a double ended dildo with their hands chained together behind their backs. A woman is tied up with ropes in a foetal position as three men wearing gimp masks fuck each of her three holes relentlessly. Six figures, all adorned in latex body suits and masks squirm and writhe against each other’s bodies as oil pours from the ceiling above. A dominatrix, naked except for a pig mask, uses her huge strap on dildo to fuck a couple who are blindfolded and chained to a bed. She moves from her arsehole to his arsehole backwards and forwards…no mercy, no remorse, sinking its full 12 inches into both over and over again. Five naked men on all fours are knelt in a pentagram shape, their tongues and mouths centred and gorging on each other. Hovering over them are three other men, all wearing bondage hoods, collars and harness thongs, and each, whipping the kneeling men hard and fast. A woman with huge tits pulls against the tight nipple clamps with one hand whilst furiously shoving a massive black dildo in and out of her squirting pussy with the other hand. As she does, men surround her masturbating and showering her with ropes and ropes of cum.
I see men and women being triple penetrated by other men and women. Candle wax being poured over pulsating bodies. Dildo fuck machines slamming into every gender and every hole. Specula’s prising holes open for cum dumps, spiked chains scoring across naked bodies, enemas gushing deep inside wet arseholes, cocks joined in urethral sounding.
A muscular man piston fists two women deep in their arseholes, his arms fully submerged into each hole causing their stomachs to bulge and stretch outwards. With tip toes on a stool, a man is hanging by the neck barely able to breathe as two women lick either side of his rock-hard cock and another sucks his tip. Adorning top half latex body suits and latex gas masks, a group of figures are nothing but a shiny black mess of orgy fucking. They twist and fuck hard, shadows of a disorientating nightmare…a nightmare burning itself onto my eyes. Burning itself into my fucking soul.
And yet, I am completely motionless. My ears are swamped with conflicting sounds; moans of deep pleasure are mixed with groans of piercing pain; words asking for much more are mixed with whines to please stop. I am as conflicted on the inside as I am on the outside. My heart is racing and my cock is bobbing. My body is shaking and my mind is fearing. Should I turn and run away? Should I stay and join in? I don’t know what to do, I am equally scared as I am excited.
Suddenly behind me, I feel something sharp running up my back. Circular with serrated edges, it wheels itself towards my neck before curving and moving down to my ass. It scores over both cheeks and trundles across my right calf muscle then jumps to the other. As it travels back up, I feel the wielder of this device step closer behind me, their hot breath tingling my spine. Hands grope and work over my body and I feel breasts pushing into my back as a rock-hard cock slides over my anus. A masked figure strides over to me. Naked, huge muscles, swinging cock and playing with a collar and chain, he kisses me hard and begins frotting my cock with his own. Pulling away, he wraps the collar around my neck, secures it and passes the connecting chain to whoever is behind me.
The masked figure steps back before silently pointing to the ground with one hand and showing four fingers on the other; I know instantly what I am being told to do. Slowly, I lower myself to my knees and spread my arms out laying my palms flat on the floor watching the mist engulf them. I feel the collar rotate as the person behind me walks to the side and stops in front of me; completely naked, she looms over me, her cock brushing my face and her smile stretching from ear to ear. Turning, she gives the chain a tug which in turn pulls on my collar, and so, on all fours, I crawl as she leads.
We weave further into the room, and I see sights I couldn’t see before. Two men, wearing nappies, sit either side of a woman with huge breasts, each one sucking on each nipple. A man and a woman, completely naked, face each other. They each wield thick paddles and take turns striking their bodies which have become covered in red marks and purple bruises. A tall trans woman, dressed in a full latex body suit with holes cut out for her breasts and her cock, is surrounded by naked men and women. She takes turns circling them, feeling over them, opening their mouths, pinching their bodies, playing with their cocks, licking their pussies, rubbing her own sex all over them; a dominatrix inspecting her stock. Several figures in black robes walk around an oval shaped bed onto which a man, a woman, a trans man and a trans woman are tied to. The figures each carry two huge candles and each take turn pouring the hot melted wax over the tied-up bodies.
Onwards we go, my knees beginning to ache as sweat trickles down and across my body. I see more whips, more chains, more bodies. I hear pain, I hear pleasure, I hear begging, I hear pleading. Two huge naked overweight women wrestle and roll past me in the mist. Two huge naked overweight men suck and lick the feet of several women stood over them. A group of people, each wearing different animal masks and each wearing anal butt plugs with furry tails, are engaged in rough hard gangbanging.
Sex. Latex. Toys. Mist. Metal. Salt. Screams. Cries. Moans. Demands. My senses begin to melt, and my body begins to reject. I am struggling to breathe, I am struggling to crawl, I am struggling to focus, I am struggling to continue. My cock has softened completely, and my desires have been drained away. Overloading and on the brink of collapse, I find that we are back at the hanging chains and whips that make up the door. I am led out into the corridor, and the collar is removed from my neck allowing much needed air into my body. I lean myself on the wall and wearily watch as my trans mistress blows me a kiss and gives me a wink before disappearing back into room number six.
