Saturday Story 2025 #35 (Until the End)
Something new today. You can find it on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
Victor’s uncle, Lou, has recently died. As Victor and his friend, Robert, explore the basement of the deceased’s house, they discover a terrifying secret that will change their lives forever. This is a dark femdom piece.
Until the End is based on “Discovery”, a tale first published in “Victory and Other Stories”, volume 23 of my Flash Fiction series. The plot is fairly similar, though I changed some minor details as I was developing this new version. I wanted it to be dark and have an almost horror feel to it because I love reading horror stories, as I’m sure most of you know by now.
Another source of inspiration, one that goes back to the first concept back in 2021, is a song by Enigma entitled “The Principles of Lust. If you listen to it, you’ll understand why.
Please enjoy.
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An excerpt is available below:
(…)
“Look!” Robert said, pointing his flashlight at the far end of the room. “There are even more stairs down there. Just how big is this place anyway?”
“Let’s find out.”
Victor arrived at the last floor first, clutching the banister tight. The moment his sneakers touched the bottom, he was already mumbling, “Oh, fuck! This place is lit!”
More implements were visible: racks of handcuffs, some police-issue and others so delicate they looked like they had been designed for elves; an entire cabinet filled with leather and porcelain masks. There were also dozens of boots, both thigh-high and ankle-cut. In the corner, a cage hung from the ceiling like a grotesque chandelier.
Victor grinned at Robert, his tongue flicking over a canker sore on his lower lip, and muttered, “I know, right?” He didn’t need to say anything more. There were already too many questions in the air. Whether the answers would prove to be satisfactory or not, remained to be seen.
Robert, meanwhile, hovered near a battered TV/VCR combo and an ancient tape-based camcorder, their surfaces dusted with the fine, gray silt that creeps into every abandoned place. An old metal chair sat right before it, now covered in rust. He was almost as curious as his friend, but also somewhat spooked.
“You think this was like, an actual dungeon?” Robert asked, his voice bouncing off the walls.
“It sure looks like it.” Victor turned around and shone the flashlight directly at the CRT monitor, which reflected his bewildered face at him.
“Your uncle was quite the perv, huh?”
“I guess, but I don’t think this was his.”
“Why do you say that?”
(…)
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