Backrooms Level 974 Novels & Stories

I called him a lunatic and slammed the door open, jumping out of the car as fast as I could. The next morning, I had the stock transfer contract ready. I went to the company, planning to sell all my shares and get far away from this disgusting city. I found Zayden and straightforwardly told him the price I had in mind for the deal. Unexpectedly, he suddenly lunged at me, pushing me back until I was pressed tightly against the chair. He deliberately unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his strong, muscular chest.

No way I was missing that. I was halfway down the corridor when some hunched figure nearly collided with one of my guards. "S-Sorry..." That voice. That rasp. I stopped cold. James? He must've caught my scent too—his head jerked up, eyes blown wide. "...Avril?" Fresh off Nightmaw exile, no doubt crawling back to beg the council to lift his criminal brand. Whip scars still crossed his skin. He looked twenty years older—wrecked. I hit him with a dead stare. When he stepped forward, I immediately backed off, leaving air between us.

"Fuck, it's too much... but so good. Walls squeezing, milking it like a cock." Jax stepped closer, cock in hand, but I shook my head. "Nine first." The penultimate setting: a powerful, steady roar, full throttle. I buried the toy deep, thumb on my clit, rubbing furiously. "This is the destroyer— vibrates so hard you feel it in your bones. Pushes you over, no choice. Orgasms crash like waves, one after another."

One anonymous post lingered in my mind: “Level 7 isn’t about more people. It’s about more inside you. Until there’s no room left for anything else—not thought, not fear, not even air.” I texted at 3 a.m. on a Thursday, fingers shaking. Level 7. Tonight. Two cocks in my pussy. One in my ass. All at once. Make it impossible to walk tomorrow. His reply came before I could lock the screen. 22:00. Door 13. Arrive already dripping. No coat. Just you.

He said as if he already knew that nothing was behind him. "Shit. Oh, there's a rat!" She pointed down the floor to trick him when there was no rat. "Fuck! W-where? Where is it?" The man jumped and climbed on the table out of fear. Kathilyn quickly scrambled and ran as fast as she could out of the shabby room and away from the abandoned building. She kept running until she arrived at a bus stop that was crowded with people and took a bus to meet her fiance. "I'm saved... I didn't think I would manage to leave. They wouldn't chase me here, right?" She breathed out in relief and finally stayed calm

Just the one left behind. But it was okay. After this… there’d only be one chance left. One more, and then she’d be gone. Smoke filled her lungs, fire closed in. Her vision blurred—until she couldn’t fight it anymore. And finally, she passed out in the flames.

The wild, toxic green burned unwavering. He just nodded me once. It's a stummer, iron vow. “We see each other down!” I called, turned around and ran. Silas and I crashed through a small maintenance door behind the capsules. Behind it the naked vertical shaft of Sub-Level 3. The old elevator cables hung like dead snakes in the depth, but on the walls there was a rusty emergency ladder. Behind us detonated hell. The rhythmic thunders of Nova's rifle and the carving, animal boils of kael were cooked by the cliche

Rebecca lay in the center of the cum-and-piss-soaked floor like a demolished fucktoy. Her prolapsed cunt hung out in a massive, swollen pink rosebud, constantly drooling thick rivers of seed mixed with urine. Her asshole was a ruined, puffy crater that gaped obscenely wide, farting bubbles of cum with every shallow breath. Her throat was raw and bruised, tits covered in bite marks, hickeys, and dried fluids. Makeup long ruined, hair matted with spit and cum—she looked exactly like what she had become: a completely corrupted, greedy cumdump who had betrayed every boundary for this night of ultimate depravity.

She would have heard by others if they weren't in a secure and abandoned place. He twist his fingers in her continuously until her hymen is broken. Cold liquid ran down her lap to the door. He doesn't mind the blood, he doesn't care at all. By the time he was done, she was crying and yelling in deep pain. The pain eat her down. She can't believe she was with monster all this time. He unbuckled his trouser quickly, he insert his dick in her and she gave a loud yelled. He stood still in her, he gave her some minutes to adjust to his size before he continues drilling her.

Theodore said, "If Beau went looking for Merida, he's probably on the second floor." The second floor served as the students' backstage changing area. Elara kept the call connected as she slipped her phone into her pants pocket. She removed her backpack and took out the insulated water bottle inside. After soaking a handkerchief with water from the bottle, she asked Theodore, "How long do you think I can stay on the second floor with just this wet cloth over my nose and mouth?"