Russian Sleep Experiment Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The overwhelming sensation pushed me into another shattering orgasm that left me shaking uncontrollably. “Beg for the soldiers,” Natalia demanded, pounding me deep. “I need every soldier cock in the barracks!” I screamed. “Stretch me! Fill me! Use your shared toy until I break! I live to serve the Volkov soldiers!” By the early hours of the morning, I lay sprawled on the floor in the center of the barracks in a massive puddle of cum. My body was covered head to toe, my holes gaped wide and twitched constantly, leaking thick rivers of Russian seed. A blissful, completely broken smile stayed on my face as I panted.

Then I stood under the spray until it turned cold. I didn’t sleep. Instead I sat cross-legged on my bed in an old T-shirt, laptop open, staring at the Gory Room website again. There was a members’ forum now—hidden behind login. I created an anonymous account: InitiateE26. The threads were raw. One woman wrote about her first time: how she cried the whole drive home, not from regret but from the sudden absence of pain. Another posted photos (blurred faces) of rope marks that looked like lace. Someone asked if anyone had gone back the same week.

' Such articles showed up and I clicked on them randomly. The more I read the content, the more I felt horrified. I felt like I have woken up in an alien world and I did not know anything that was going on! I could not believe my eyes and I had to rub them until they were painful just to confirm that what I was seeing was real and I was not dreaming. What the hell happened? Everything was perfect when I slept last night and people were still cursing Lucien, how comes it is my name on the chopping board?

I lay awake in my bed, staring up at the dark wooden rafters. My mind raced with images of Mateo’s cowardice, the ancient marriage contract in the attic, and Victor’s terrifying presence down the hall in our guest room. I couldn't sleep knowing a wolf was sleeping under the same roof as my family. Driven by a desperate, reckless need to find proof, I slipped out of bed at midnight. I didn't light a candle. I crept barefoot across the cold floorboards, keeping my back pressed against the hallway wall as I made my way toward the guest room at the end of the corridor. The door to the guest room was slightly ajar, a sliver of faint moonlight spilling out onto the floor. I held my breath, peering

I sat up on the bed and registered my surroundings. It was again a nightmare! I was in the guest room of Rooh's house and Rooh and Liam were sleeping right next to my room. After Rooh left Russia my nightmares again started which were more horrific and terrible which always leaves me petrified. I wiped the sweat away from my forehead and tried to control my breathing but as always nothing came in help.

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

Vladimir was right, I looked drained, but it wasn’t due to overworking myself, it was due to not being able to sleep. I have been having a hard time sleeping throughout the whole month, and unless Vladimir was beside me, I usually found myself waking up to nightmares, my hands being filled with blood, Helena who laid in front of me. Her eyes looking me in the eye, breaking my soul. I couldn’t even face Vladimir about it, I couldn’t tell him about it, why? Because I knew that it would end up angering him, and that wasn’t something that I wanted to do.

~Mateo~ Everything drains my courage. I couldn’t sleep at night anymore. Whenever I close my eyes, Rusair appears, dark and spine-chilling. He would torture me in nightmares, and I would be forced out of sleep. Jerking up and finding myself on my bed, sweat emanated from all over my body. I ran to the bathroom to freshen up. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, all I see is terror, the fear of being haunted down, the trepidation of seeing Rusair again. How he would torture me remained a constant debate in my head. This morning, I sat in front of the vanity table, staring at my bed. I have no peace anymore, even my bed has rejected me the comfort of sleep.

I inserted my hand into the pocket in my jacket and walked on. ~~~~ Fire! Screamed! Fear! Darkness! That was all I could pictured in my sleep for 13years of my life. I saw no faces, but a child crying so loud from a distance that do brushed my eardrum. Was this connected to the past I knew nothing about? I swallowed the heavy load in my throat, reached for the table clock on my table, then I dropped it back on the stool. It is morning already. I flicked off the blanket from me and rose up from the bed. I relieved this with music or exercise.

A pleased groan left his mouth as he fumbled the soft mounds between his palms, roughly pressing them together making Rara let out a hiss of panic. “NO!” Greedy touches and impatient hands roam over her body. She wanted to scream, to cry, but it was futile. These men were not going to get satisfied with just mere touches. They needed something more intimate, and Rara was terrified to even imagine that. As much as she opposed the idea of being shared by three men, she hated herself more for being so pathetically vulnerable. He moaned low. “Open for me.” Alexei spread her thighs a little. He grunted, petting deeper. “Гавноp.” His voice was a low growl as he ripped the sheets off, the ripping f