The Playroom

I love uncovering all kinds of secrets.  It’s especially gratifying to witness how other people react upon discovering my secrets.  Take seventeen-year-old Hope Daniels, my niece.  While she slept in my secret chamber, a small nightlight provided minimal illumination casting a host of shadows throughout my playroom.  Her thin frame was covered with a skimpy fishnet negligee, making her appear like a splotch of ink.  While awakening, she rubbed her eyes before attempting to sit upright.  Stumbling, Hope reached out and grabbed silk sheets.

“Yuck.”  She rubbed her fingertips.  Her eyes bulged when she recognized surprise number one.

“Blood?”  She scanned the room, squinting and shaking her head.
In this playroom, the shadows were my allies, each hiding a dark secret.  As she reached into the nearest shadow, her thin fingers explored the contours of surprise number two.  She retracted her hands with a sudden uneasiness. 

Again she scanned the room and said, “Is anyone there?  Auntie, are you there?”

Her stare halted in my direction.  “Is anyone there?”  My heart rate increased as her dark orbs appeared fixated on me.  I wondered if she possessed night vision.
 
I decided to turn on a spotlight.  Its narrow beam focused on what lay on the nightstand next to her.  Hope screamed when she saw her Aunt Sally’s severed head.  I had gouged out the eyes and stuffed each one with a vibrator.  Sally’s curly hair protruded from the open gape in her mouth. 

Hope grew pale and sprinted for the door.  “Let me out!  Let me out!” Her pleas were drowned out by my soundproofed playroom.  As she pounded on the door, I basked in glory, hidden in the darkness, watching her panic stricken face, listening to her agonizing cries. 

All that remained were a few shadows and my thirst for blood.  Surprise number three would be revealed soon.  I wanted to tell Hope that I knew their secret, the long shopping trips that ended in seedy motels. So I turned on the projector.  A video of Hope and Sally played on the wall.  There was no pretense of a normal relationship when they thought no one was watching. In fact, they were dumb enough to screw in my house.  Didn’t Sally know how much I loved to watch her masturbate?  She should have known about the hidden cameras.

Hope pleaded, "Make it stop."

I wanted to scream, "Watch the video, Bitch!" but instead, clenched my teeth. On the wall, Sally munched on Hope's cunt. Before Hope knew what hit her, I slid out of a secret door and grabbed a fistful of hair.

"Uncle, no!" Hope's pleas screeched in my ear while on screen her moans of pleasure heightened my desire.  I threw her on the bed. She landed on all fours facing her lover's skull.

"Anything she could do, I could do better," I said, ripping her panties off. Listening to the video made me hard.
 
On the wall, Sally penetrated Hope with a dildo.

"Here's the real thing, Honey."

On screen Hope shut her eyes and moaned with pleasure.  In my playroom, her eyes bulged and rolled in their sockets, whimpering as I drove my cock into the slut.

"What's wrong, bitch? My dick's too fat for ya?"

She tried to back kick me. I grabbed her neck and whispered, "Fight me and you will die."

"Don't kill me."

I slapped her and yelled, "Shut up!"

As I shuddered, she cried--our juices mixing. I rested my chin on her back and said, "I just wanted Sally to share you with me, but she got greedy."

I released her and she lay on the bed, wide eyes fixed on me. I turned on the lights and said, "Welcome to my playroom.” 

Then Hope trembled as she gazed at the placards on the walls. Skulls of all sizes decorated my sanctuary. She gasped at a bloody message scribbled on a white wall which read: When all Hope is lost, FUCK IT!


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