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Chronicles of the Room 01

By: ManusNigrumPoet



Story 01: A Song

The room had a lining from the clouds that settled. Not a very good circulation in here but it was disturbed as cloaked figures walked through. Slowly it would settle again and be replaced by more smoke as it was exhaled from lounging participants. Some fell into the couched lined along the walls, others laid on the floor still, no faces, just masks and the occasional glimpse of flesh. The mingling of smells caked the senses and grew stronger when approached or came close. One one side was the slowly drying sweat and drippings of fulfillment. On the other was the smell of tobacco and the different flavors it brought with it. Still under all this were sounds of passion and release, it could almost have been a beautiful concert. 

A song would start again in another corner, eyes met and a smile was the intro to the song. Leading into a little playful walk through the clouds as the first stanza entered. Smiles were loosened as new instruments were allowed their lead ins and the rhythm quickened as the song progression broke into a chorus. Maybe none was to be had and the chorus skipped, but there was always the peak. Those first smiles were gone as the participants of the song peaked. The pulsing rhythm had hit its climax and all that was left of the song was a slowing down and a return to stasis. Some peaks and climaxes were longer than others and some had tried to continue their songs but it was always at an end. But some of the songs being played in this concert hall of smoke and flesh were never going to hit their peaks. It was a song designed to push but never to be released. These songs played in the back and only a few of the participants took to the stage there. But many sat in to take the song in as the players strummed and worked their steady song into small peaks and choruses. 

One cloaked figure stood amongst the others, his eyes were that of fire. His hands exploring the fibers in the thick rope before him. It was threaded cotton and off white, yet it was his instrument and the onlookers sat in silence. Another figure sat before him, her exposed body already showing signs of a small rush was awaiting another one to come. He approached from behind as his fingers worked the chords and the first note in his song was played. Her arm was lifted and bend so that her hand touched the back of her neck. He started to wrap from her elbow, in time with the song he wrapped three times, then the rope was wound through the loops he had made. Back to the first note and he elbow, her arm lowered and pulled behind her. The audience watched as the musician performed his chorus. Her hands were still free and it looked as if the bindings would come off from such a tying. His chorus to show was that the rope wrapped around her hand in her palm so she could grip the rope but not free herself. The audience all gave a small response to the chorus. It was all they could to watch as he worked her other arm. The same notes played over and finished with a chorus as now both arms were bound behind her. Her hands gripped the rope as the audience watched her pushed forward by the composer of the song. The chair felt to the side and she hung suspended with her hands acting as braces for rope. The only expression on the man was his smile. His eyes glassed over with his work done and a gasp from the woman was his thanks for the release. The audience came forward with their own applause as they studied the mans work. The bound instrument for his song grinned as hands from cloaked figures touched and studied the wrapping. One felt her breast as she let her breath free with the ending of her small peak. Soon she would be release to start her song anew and the instrument that brought her joy would be undone and placed back in its case. 

Audience members would join in on another song or be the instrument of another musician, but all the while, there were be many other songs played. The room would be emptied and the concert over, the cloaked figures would leave the concert emptied of their fluids and their joys. Some would stay to fix the room and let the windows exit the clouds and air the room. Others would await for one performer and show their love for the song played. But the room would eventually be filled once more and the concert would start its new songs and cloaked figures would arrive again to hear and be heard.

Chronicles of the Room 02



Story 2: Darkness

The room was beginning to fill with the dark masses, each entering in pairs and each moving to one portion of the empty clean space. Candles from the chandeliers had been lit by the caretakers of the room and all the windows were closed as was the custom for whenever the room was used. All were quite on entering and all were cloaked and hooded, save for a silver pin which bore a small jade leaf. All those who entered wore masks of many designs and some who could not wear a mask, wore only a black scarf to hide their identities. The host of tonights gathering entered last and wore the same as all who entered, the only difference was the pin which held the cloak had a gold rose. This was the only sign to all who were given entrance into the room that tonights host was this man or woman. 

The figures all moved about before settling in random spots, tonights host wanted no couches and none were there. Tonights host wanted no smoking and none was available. Tonights host walked to the end of the room and upon the stage where the audience now watched in anticipation of the ritual to begin.

The host stood staring through the eye slits of the mask that held back the identity from all. Then with a clear calling and lifting her arms up opening her cloak so that all saw a naked body before them she called out.

"Tonight is darkness."

Those who had become patrons of the room knew what the night would be and those who were new to the room began looking around a bit frantic by the words spoken. Yet all who heard responded in whispers that turned to chanting. 

"Tonight is Darkness." 

They all repeated until it became a loud chant and the doors opened with two care takers coming into the room with long candle snubs. Both men were given a clear path to the chandeliers above and began working to snuff out the candles as quickly as possible. Starting near the stage and then working their way to the doors which held the outside world at bay. Still the new comers to the room were beginning to get restless as none of them knew or understood the hosts choice for tonight.

Darkness was creeping into the room as the last candle was snuffed and the doors opened with the caretakers quickly ushering themselves out and closing the doors behind them. As the doors closed with the still echoing chants from the patrons, the new comers began to now show signs of fear. Then began the soft whispers of calm and composure. The patrons had begun to explain tonights plans as others had begun to extend their hands in the total darkness and search for flesh.

The host still standing on the stage slowly crept to its edge and made her way carefully to a group who had found themselves and were exploring each others bodies. Soft moans had begun from a far corner of the room as well as the occasional whisper of an apology to a disturbed touch that was unwanted. The host smiled as she felt strong hands brush against her breasts, then found a home as gentle rubs from the strong hands fondled her. Another step and she felt another body by her knees, already the darkness was filled with the orgy. The strong hand pinched her nipple and tugged it along before another hand found her rump. The body at her knees had turned and was cautiously working slender hands upward from her thighs and found not a hard shaft but another womans flesh. After a slight pause and a giggle the host took the hands that had found not a man but a woman and stepped forward to present in the darkness lips that needed to be kissed. The woman on her knees did not pull away but obliged and pressed her face into the host. Those strong hands were joined by another pair of strong hands. Each, the host felt exploring her as the woman lapped between her legs. She let her head fall back slowly and felt the woman at her knees stop, there was a new body that had come closer. One of the strong pair of hands had found the woman on her knees. She was now kissing and suckling on the hard member, but still remembering the lips she had kissed before. She traced her hand to the moistened lips and felt between them. 

The strong hands became a body behind the host and she felt a thick snub from the mans erect member. The cloak was blocking the way and was quickly released with the removal of the pin. The host felt warmth from the man behind her, the woman at her knees and the man who was being sucked on. Standing was going to grow heavy on all the patrons and from the sounds of what was going on in the darkness, the floor had begun to act as a bed.

The man behind her now ushered her downward to the ground, she followed slowly and carefully, making sure not to bump the woman infront of her. In doing so she missed the mark of the mans staff and instead straddled his belly. She giggled softly before adjusting herself to slide onto him. The hard flesh stuffed inside and she had to slowly adjust to him, not long but wide enough to make her take it slow. There she could be level with the woman that helped wet her pallet. 

The woman was still taking the mans cock in her mouth, suckling and pushing it deeper before she was pulled free by a hand that slipped to grasp the mans erection. Not wanting to fully leave the mans member, but feeling the hosts hand begin to wrap the man and stroke it. She began to suckle on the head, licking around the crown as she felt the hosts fingers being wet by saliva. The man moved closer and placed his hands on the hosts shoulder, positioning himself between the two women so that both could share him. 

The host began to grind hard on the rod inside her and kissed the woman as both of them felt the helm of the hard cock between both their kisses. They both felt the mans hands petting them softly and running his fingers through their hair as both took turns swallowing as much of his flesh as possible before pulling back to breath.

Still the room was just beginning to warm up and moans had started in an unknown corners and walls. Groans of two men had been let out as still there were whispers of apologies and every now and then, the response was that of...

"Its alright, I liked it."