Backrooms Oc Novels & Stories

After a moment of thought, Oscar sighed and said, "Forget it. Since you can't get in tonight, let's just get a room near campus and return in the morning." This didn't seem to bother Oscar much. If anything, he sounded almost cheerful about the plan. From the hallway upstairs, I watched the whole thing unfold, struggling not to burst out laughing. Sienna was such a fool that it was only a matter of time before she ruined herself completely.

The one who would be broken again and again in this fake end of the world. I woke up chained to a rusty metal bed in a dimly lit concrete bunker. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, sweat, dirt, and sex. My body was filthy, marked, and still leaking cum from the night before. Thick white streams slowly dripped from my swollen pussy and ass onto the dirty mattress beneath me. My breasts were covered in bite marks and handprints. My thighs were bruised. My throat felt raw from screaming and sucking cock for hours.

One made me ride him reverse, my back to his chest, while two others jerked off onto my bouncing breasts, pearls of white splattering the green velvet. “Milk it, slut,” he ordered, pinching my nipples as I kept grinding down, chasing another peak. Hours blurred into a frenzy, bodies piling on, my voice was hoarse from screams and swallows. Vic came last, flipping me onto my back, legs over his shoulders as he drilled deep, grunting release inside me. The room reeked of sex and evergreen, the fake snow outside melting into slush. Dawn crept in as they dispersed, leaving me sprawled, used and gleaming. Vic dropped another envelope…heavier this time, kissing my forehead.

There were more carvings. These ones showed women on their backs, with tentacles in their mouths, pussies, and asses all at once. My nipples got even harder. “Fuck, Owen. Look at this one. She’s taking three at the same time.” He pressed against me again. His cock was rock hard now. “You’d look hot like that. My dirty girl getting stuffed full.” His fingers rubbed faster between my legs. I was breathing hard. My suit was soaked all the way through. “Come on. One more room and we map it.”Owen called out

POV: Olivia The server room smelled like a butchered heart cables split and spitting sparks, fans screaming, metal ribs glowing through smoke. Melted plastic coated the tongue like poison. Garron drove a combat knife into a warped drive cage and peeled it open. “Half the backups survived,” he coughed. “They wiped fast but not clean.” “Then we start with what refused to die.” He shoved a surviving core into the console. Static flickered, then a single folder surfaced:

Cecily cried out at finally being filled, her pussy walls contracting as he began pounding in and out of her. Derek closed his eyes, drowning in ecstasy. His breathing became heavy, and a sweat broke out on his temple. He was so close to cuming, so he moved even faster. All that mattered was the blood pooling in his balls, but somewhere in the corner of his consciousness, he heard the sound of footsteps and chatter drawing nearer. Derek pulled out of Cecily, his cum spilling onto the gazebo's concrete floor at the exact moment the guests of the party rounded the corner.

We were already approaching the exit, and then, all of a sudden, the fear, the pain, the anguish merged into a singular moment a brilliant flash that consumed me completely and took my breath away. "GET DOWN!" a voice boomed, and the world collapsed again. I didn’t know what happened next; I felt the ground shift beneath me, and then a silence, an all-consuming, sterile silence settled over the chaos like a suffocating blanket. I lay there amidst the remnants of what felt like another world, the stillness cradling me. My vision tilted as I blinked, seeing only the dull edges of the room we once resided in. The air smelled different, metallic and acrid, but there was a lightness to it now. I

"What breakdown occurred? Why didn't your fingers dial my terminal for immediate backup?" "The layout operated as a small, brief matter." My hand picks up the glass once more to take another sip of water. "My boots accidentally bumped straight into the biological brother of my special patient from Skydrivee. Apart from my actual patient's state, there tracks something incredibly strange and wrong with his family circle. My internal wolf feels highly upset that their claws refuse to let my patient establish any contact with my terminal. When my eyes logged his brother walking along the concrete street earlier, my boots ran over to launch a direct conversation with his face."

“Yeah now I think I'm the one who has to shut someone out.’’ I retorted back sassily at her. She refuse to respond now and stayed quiet. I stretch my palm just above the slit on the man's chest and let my blood stream in, but I don't expect it to sizzle hotly like oil in a heated pan, burning into his flesh like a mixture of deadly portions. “Hands on his chest.’’ Lea commands, and I did as she said. We begin to read the the reversal spell together, joining our souls in one to awaken the healing veto. One minute. Two minutes. Then he jerks up, and begins to convulse in a sharp rhythm as the axyon stretched through the thins of his veins to his chest. Soon enough, the deadly yellow liquid slo

What an overreacting, weak creature. They scurried off leaving him and their victim. He sighed and turned to the woman who's eyes are open wide and looked at him in full horror. Her neck is dripping with blood from each side and her wrists are awfully cut. Her own blood is messily scattered on her face and shirt. Her body is also starting to spasm because of the poison those stupid kids' fangs contain. She must be a college student judging by the tote bag beside her and the books sticking out of it.