The Mysterious Room - The Film Student, #38 - An Erotic Horror Story
🕑 Added 2024-06-06 12:01:26 +0000 UTCAfter Kyoko was good and satisfied, she untied the ropes around Josh's arms and legs.
"How did that feel?" she asked sweetly, no bitchiness in her tone whatsoever. Not that Josh didn't like her bitchiness. It was just that after being subjected to it for over four straight hours, well, there was even a limit of how much a super submissive slut like Josh could take.
"I loved it," Josh said.
Kyoko got on the bed next to him and laid her body on his, like he was her pillow.
"Ahh, let's just relax for a little before we go back."
"Yes, I would love to," Josh said. "But first, can I use the restroom?"
"Sure."
"It's just, I've really had to go for the past hour," Josh sputtered, trying to make an excuse for something that didn't need an excuse.
"I said: go."
The bathroom had a simple composting toilet. Josh had been hard during almost the full duration of his captivity, but he had quickly lost his erection when he was released even though he never was given the opportunity to cum. Maybe it was because he only got hard from being tortured by a woman. Or maybe it was just because after all that--after being made to feel like he was kidnapped, after being scared shitless, after being whipped, had hot wax dripped on him, been burnt by the direct flame of the candle, nearly drowned while being forcibly fed excessive quantities of strong liquor while Kyoko lectured him about serial-killing women who poisoned men's sake, and then almost choking on her ass and pussy--Josh was just relieved so to be free and alive that his dick couldn't pretend to care about anything else.
But when he released the urine that threatened to pop his bladder into the toilet, he felt such a sense of satisfaction that was almost as good as an orgasm.
Across from the bathroom, there was another room that he had ignored when he ran single-mindedly to the bathroom. But that room looked interesting. He made sure Kyoko wasn't looking. She wasn't. Then he stepped inside. It was dark, but Josh could that there were mythical statues of sorts along the wall, and there was a large chest that looked like something a pirate might have buried and dug up. And, in the wood in the floor, Josh seemed to see an outline where the wood had been cut in a square shape. Were those hinges? Was it a trap door?
At that time, he smelled something rancid, too, seemingly coming from underneath the floor. And, then, Josh had the sudden urge to puke. He rushed back to the bathroom and let loose. It felt like his guts and his internal organs were all going to come out. Of course, they didn't. Just a long stream of clear liquid. Wasted Chopin vodka.
"Josh? What are you doing?" Kyoko called.
