Occult Club Members Yandere Simulator Novels & Stories

Rowan I sit in my office overlooking the club. My one-way window allows me to watch the masses of people who crave to be seen, touched or used in whatever way previously consented. This is my dark side. The one very few people know about. I run a billion-dollar company during the day. On our monthly club weekends, I am part owner of the Hidden Chamber. An adult’s club for people needing to give or be controlled. BDSM and other depravities that may be frowned upon are welcome here.

she says, voice lower now, venom curling around each syllable, “too bad I have your twin deep inside me—fucking me like the beast he is. He’s stronger than you, Rafaele. And he’ll protect me from the likes of you.” The line goes dead and so does the phone as i blast it across the space. ~~AURELIA~~ It’s evening now, and the club is in full swing. Though, I can’t even really call it a club—there are too many nooks and crannies. A place filled with shiny machines and people sitting in front of them, dragging some lever down and cursing in anger as they stare at the screens. Gladis explained it’s some kind of game where people throw in huge amounts of money and spin in hopes of winning more.

“I know it sounds totally unbelievable, but honestly, she’s a straight kind of person. I wouldn’t mention it otherwise.” “What exactly does it entail?” Maddie asked. Ella plopped a grape into her mouth. “It’s a club owned by this mysterious and secretive billionaire. You have to be someone in the inner circle to be a member. Its main activity is to promote experiences of extreme pleasure, whatever that means, but that of course has nothing to do with the virgin thing. That is a special, I believe, once a month event at the club.” “The girls go through an auction?” Maddie asked.“Yeah,” Ella replied.

I continue reading the mail. ‘We are excited to announce that our club will be hosting an auction of trained submissive on upcoming Friday evening at Dom’s club. Club will be closed to nonmembers, and this invite is sent to selective Non-Bonded Doms only. This is a unique opportunity to purchase a sub that has already received professional training and is ready to be ridden and enjoyed.

I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread. As I adjusted my black mask, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. The dim lighting cast an eerie glow across the room, revealing various stations of depravity: whipping posts, spanking benches, and an array of torture devices that would make even the most hardened masochist shudder.

"So what is her secret?" "Was her secret," Eros corrected as he brought out his phone. He quickly swipes on it before shoving the screen close to Dalia's face. "This was her secret." Dalia squinted at the bright screen. She couldn't believe what she was looking at. Chairwoman of Mondo media group is a… Dalia couldn't hide her shock. Chairwoman Of MMG was half naked, in tight leather pants, surrounded by naked men. The picture must have been taken when she wasn't looking. "BDSM? With young men? Is that what you meant by the underground club?"

"We have two very upscale private clubs, and the members are very carefully screened. Very few people invite others to play at their homes, unless they're in a relationship. Or the beginning of one." The image of her last visit to the club at home, slammed into her, Chad bound and chained beneath a spotlight bracketed by Marie Delong and Nadia Varek. Two women who made a habit of poaching on other Domme's territory. What had they said to Chad, done to him, given him to convince him to betray her that way? Would she ever forget the sight of one woman taking his cock in her mouth while the other played with a vibrator at his ass? She shut her eyes, hoping to wipe the image from her mind.

Even members from the Sicilian packs are involved, like Zoe and André. All that is beside the point. The point is that Aidan, an incubus demon who’s over three hundred years old, was so incredibly thoughtless and stupid to bring me to a sex club as a first date. First date? Did I think that? I need to control my brain. This isn’t a first date or a date period. He didn’t ask me out, and I didn’t agree. Pam pleaded for me to come because Malcolm had asked her on a date, but the destination required Aidan to get in.

I said, folding my arms, “does your ‘demon thing’ have a community or a name?” My question made him squint as though I’d asked something ridiculous. “Community? Pfft,” he scoffed, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smirk. “We’re not humans, Xiana.” “I know,” I countered, rolling my eyes. “Which is why I’m asking, genius.” He chuckled, the sound light and almost mocking, shaking his head in amusement. It irritated me just enough to make me glare at him. “Alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “It’s called the Council of Shadows. That’s the faction for incubi and succubi.”

The third showed her wrapped around a woman’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss while three others knelt beside her. My stomach flipped. “What the hell is this?” I asked stunned as the image replayed in my head. “That building is a club. An underground one, strictly for werewolf,” he sighed. “You pay to play. Specifically, for domination and submission. Some go for the thrill, others go to sell or be sold.” “Lily is one of the dominants.” He informed. I looked down at the next set of images. One of them showed her with a familiar face, Darren, a highly respected warrior in our own pack. Another photo was worse. Lily, kissing a man I recognized from the rival Blackthorn Pack, a known enemy of t