The Forbidden One Rec Room Novels & Stories

Several black uniformed guards with weapons in hand seemed to walk quickly past them. Amos felt his chest pounding, his heart beating wildly. "Come on!" he whispered, tugging at Pete's wrist. He made sure there was no one in the corridor. They had to enter the mansion and head to the forbidden room. "Do you think Lael will come back?" asked Pete quietly behind Amos. The two of them walked silently like mice in a cat's nest. Amos shook his head confidently. No one came back after being taken to the forbidden room, so he had to know what exactly happened there.

She is facedown on the bed in leather, and he is masturbating all over her. This dude is a real freak. I now click on each room until one stops me in my tracks. This room is concrete, and it looks like it’s in the basement. There’s a bed, a bathroom, a sink, and BARS. This room is a prison. Why does Mark have this room?

Canna P.O.V. A few Months Later. After the day’s training, my father and I made our way down to the bunker for the last time. The air was thick with dust, and the only light came from the flickering candles against the wall. The darkness seemed to swallow us whole. The sound of my voice echoed through the small space, making me feel small and vulnerable. I could hear the sound of chains slamming against one another as my father pulled them to check if they were tight enough. The metallic sound filled the bunker and added to the growing sense of dread that was building inside me. I tried to push the fear away, knowing that I had to be strong for what was to come. The thought of the transition

Please…' But there was nothing. No laughter. No scolding. Not even a whisper. Tears burned my eyes, but I bit my lip hard, forcing them back. If I cried, she might slip further away. “Don’t leave me,” I begged under my breath, clutching my chest. “Please come back… I need you.” Minutes passed. Silence. Only silence. I stayed frozen, numb, my body refusing to move. I couldn’t tell if I was alive or already dead inside. But eventually, the thought of punishment dragged me back to reality. Excuses were never accepted in this house.

Part of the basement is a utility room, dominated by a spooky-looking furnace with long tentacles radiating in every direction. Logan takes me past the furnace into a big rec room with 1950s knotty pine paneling on the walls, but equipped with a modern flatscreen and sound system. We play on-line games for a while, then steal beers from the refrigerator and cruise the free porn websites. We just look at straight videos, but Logan carefully points out how sexy some of the men are.

Its color stood out sharply compared to the other doors, which were all either black or white. I thought Maximilian would explain it. But he kept walking as if the door didn't exist. I finally stopped a few steps behind him. “Hey!” I pointed toward the red door. “We're passing this one.” Maximilian stopped walking. He turned slowly to face me. His gaze followed the direction of my finger. A few seconds passed before Maximilian finally answered flatly, “Forbidden door.” I furrowed my brow, sharpening my hearing. “You're allowed into any room in this mansion.” Maximilian looked straight at me. “Except that one.”

After wearing the necklace around her neck, Keelin breathed a sigh of relief, she felt much more secure. Keelin left the room. However, just as she closed the door of the room, a sudden shrill sound made her shiver. “AAAA … no … stop … please!!!” That cry came from the room at the end of the corridor, people called it the forbidden room, where no one was allowed except Lars. During his three years here, Keelin had never seen such a case. Thinking back, she discovered that there was always a certain time of day when the maids would take her out of the area for various reasons. Because Keelin was no longer the mistress of the mansion, and had returned unexpectedly, no one paid any attention to

Dom guides Eleonor down a long corridor with several private rooms, beyond the curtain. He says each of these rooms is a dungeon where BDSM practitioners could play. The one they're heading to is like an ordinary room. In a way, this brings greater peace of mind to Eleonor, who never thought she would experience anything so kinky.

They continued walking until they reached the edge of the forest, and Vero’s chest felt tight as she realized where they were heading. “The Forbidden Place?” she whispered, her eyes widening as she saw the sharp wooden fence in the distance. She looked up at Lev. Lev returned her gaze. “Why did you bring me here?” Her voice sounded choked. She was reminded of the terrifying incident when Conner and his friends had almost taken her virginity. “I want to rewrite your memories of this place,” Lev said. They stopped walking, and Lev held her hand again. “I don’t want any inch of Duradel to remind you of bad memories.”

But beneath that—hidden in the walls, only accessible by Cain’s biometrics—was a door. Behind it? A room with no windows. No light unless turned on. No echoes. Just bondage rigs, padded floors, steel walls, and a single mirror bolted to the ceiling above the black leather bed. Cain had only ever used it once. Long ago. With Saxon. The first time they’d needed to forget the world. — 07:15 A.M. “Get on your knees,” Cain said. Saxon blinked at him. They stood in the entrance of the room—bare concrete, flickering lights, a faint chill that clung to the skin.