Chess Master Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Master, please! A shiver runs down my spine as I suck in a deep breath, reminded of that night in the dark ally, and my voice begging a master to not hurt me. How many ‘masters’ do you know? My little devil asks sarcastically, but there is no humor in his voice, and I know exactly why! I only know one master, and the fact that I was begging him to not hurt me and that I conjured these memories while someone was trying to rape me only means one thing.

Maestrelia patiently responds, "Yes. Tell us the story before we eat and play." "Whoa! Uuuh, Ms. Hrista told me she will show me something in her house. A boy was waiting for us there and we played chess. No one battered me. Hmmm, maybe you're talking about the game. The boy said that every chess piece eaten in my army will be painful. Sooo~ I ate his pieces before that happened! It tastes like wood. The boy got mad and I fell asleep." "... I don't understand your story. No candies for you."

"Not so strange. Straightforward. Just think to yourself, what would I like to do. That's what I want to make happen for you." He kissed me, delving deep into my mouth. When our kiss broke, I said, "I'd love to have that tongue deep in my cunt later, perhaps while Lisa is riding my face." Master laughed. "I'm certain I can make that happen. I am the Master of my house." "Yes, Master. You are." The rest of the game went more true to form. Everyone won some, though Edward, Rob and Master still had the biggest pile of chips in front of them. Dan wouldn't have enough to purchase any of his wife's holes.

He sat on a chair far enough from Elena's view who was busy in the kitchen, resting his shaking legs after Zachary Dawson's gun was pressed against his forehead a while ago. The young master's mood seemed to improve after Elena herself delivered the pudding to his office once again. He forbid anyone disturbing Elena in doing her work, where Ben and Thomas assumed that Zachary Dawson only wanted to eat the food that Elena cooked with her own hands. After the pudding, the demand for dessert kept coming again and again, even every hour. It made her think, did the young master really have that much appetite? It was only after Elena delivered his fourth snack that the young master's strange reque

But perhaps, just perhaps, she could find a way to end this nightmare. With a trembling hand, she reached out and moved a pawn forward. Dracula smiled, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. The game had begun. Dracula's eyes sparkled with amusement as he moved his knight, his fingers drifting over the chessboard like a lover's caress. Melissa's gaze was fixed on the pieces, her mind racing with strategies and counter-moves. She was trapped, and she knew it. The game unfolded like a slow dance, each piece falling with a soft clack against the board. Melissa's heart pounded in her chest, her palms were slick with sweat.

The master, with a dark look in his eyes, coughed heavily and recited the spell again. Actually brainwashing the souls. Just kidding, this brainwashing won't work at all. Several black mists came straight at him! That attitude was like he was going to take down the whole camp with him! Cesar also saw it, his face that was originally smiling suddenly froze, and he turned to look to the side, "Master, how did these things come over here!" I've been cultivating for so many years. He also encountered this situation for the first time. The master's eyes were wide open.

The kind that naively seduced people to bed while capturing their souls and mind. 'She's just in her apartment. What's wrong with her returning to her own house? Is he high on drugs or something, to not think of that? Which one? Marijuana? Aphrodisiac? Dextroamphetamine amphetamine?' 'Sighs. Maybe old Gil is correct. Young Master is pitifully put under a witch's spell.' The witch was not even a mature one, but still an unripe high schooler. Another sigh came out of the poor assistant's mouth.

He fondled me while humping in and out of my wet pussy. “Damn it, so wet, Miss Reina, I am your master!” He screamed. I nodded at him. “Um, yeah! My boss! My Master Cullen!” I screamed so hard and followed our moans. “Ugh, ahhh, ahhhh, ohhh, ahhh, ugh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh!” I was screaming due to pleasure. Suddenly Cullen Lee stopped from thrusting. “Why? Why are you stopping? Fuck me to death, Master!” I demanded. I do not want this to stop.

Grandpa excitedly pulled Ailina and said, “Its been a long time since you have mastered it. You seldom come to me. Hurry up and play chess with me.” “Master, I really have no time to play chess with you today. I am coming for another thing.” It was rare for Ailina to call Grandpa master. She had always been very close to him. Today, she called a master in such a solemn manner, which shocked Grandpa. “Ailina, you called me master. I am a little scared. You want to do bad things, don’t you?” He looked at Ailina vigilantly. “No, I just hope that you could save someone.” She pursed her lips and said.

“How you made me bleed? How you nearly cost me my life? But yet, your master let it slide like it was a norm for a student to attack a master," Bryce’s stomach twisted but he remained mute. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground, but Klaus’s words burrowed into him. The master’s voice lowered, darkened, dripping with promise. “Tonight, I’ll return the favor. I’ll fuck you until you beg death to take you. And when you do, when your body breaks and your voice shreds, I’ll finish what you started.” His eyes gleamed, cruel and alive. “I’ll slash your cock clean off, the way you did to me.”