Into the Crazy Room

[Motier1815]

This story contains dark psychological elements, and extreme consensual scenarios intended purely for fictional entertainment. If you somehow visit this forum and are still easily offended, overly politically correct, or uncomfortable with explicit material involving psychological submission and risky behavior, you are advised not to read further.

Although I know a Helena and a Mia, all characters are entirely fictional and over the age of 18. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental.

I have been lurking on this forum for a long time. Here is my little pervert gift to you all. I hope you enjoy it.

Motier1815 (ObsidianPulse)

 

Into the Crazy Room

CHAPTER 1 ,  The Dare

The year was 2001, and dangerous ideas often started as jokes that spiraled out of control. Helena and her friends were gathered around Rachel’s dining table for their monthly "Girls' Night," a setting familiar to them all. The table was set with early 2000s decor, and the air was filled with the scent of wine and the low hum of a CD player in the background. Wine poured freely, as did their deepest secrets. Four successful, independent women in their late twenties, each restless in their own right, found themselves drawn into a web of intrigue sparked by Lisa's casual question.

Lisa, ever the boundary-pusher, leaned in after her second glass, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Ever heard of Roulette Night?" she asked, her tone as nonchalant as if she were suggesting a new restaurant. The others looked up, curiosity piqued. Rachel, ever the pragmatist, was the first to respond. "Sounds like a casino," she said flatly, taking a sip of her wine.

Lisa’s grin sharpened, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and mischief. "It’s not," she replied, lowering her voice to a near whisper. "It’s a private party. Fetish scene. Bareback only. No condoms allowed." Rachel raised an eyebrow, a mix of disbelief and intrigue on her face. "Really? That’s bold," she said, leaning back in her chair.

Mia raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. "What is it then?" she asked, her voice laced with caution. Lisa leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "Out of the twenty men attending, one’s HIV positive," she revealed, letting the bombshell hang in the air. The room froze, the weight of her words settling over the group like a shroud. Helena’s breath caught in her chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. By 2001, HIV/AIDS was better understood, but the stigma and fear were still very real.

Mia whispered, her voice barely audible, "You mean… actually positive?" Lisa nodded, her eyes never leaving theirs. "Yes. Untreated," she confirmed, her voice smooth and unyielding. Rachel shook her head sharply, horror etched on her face. "That’s insane," she declared. "So… no tests? Nothing?" she asked, her voice rising in disbelief.

Lisa shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that only served to heighten the tension. "Only their word," she said, her tone dismissive. The table went silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Lisa continued, savoring every word, "While you're with your partner, you’re allowed to ask him directly: ‘Are you the infected one?’ He must answer truthfully. If he lies, he's banned forever. After his answer, you decide. You can say no at any time, and he pulls out. But if you say nothing..." Lisa let the silence hang, the implication clear. "...it's taken as consent."

Helena felt a strange pulse deep inside her, a mix of fear and exhilaration. The idea of a five percent chance, nineteen clean, one infected, with no real proof, wrapped around her brain like silk and thorns. Mia looked sick, her face pale and drawn. "One of us could get it," she whispered, her voice trembling. Lisa shrugged again, her smile predatory. "Or none of us. The odds are in your favor," she said, her voice laced with excitement. "But they're not zero," Mia whispered, her eyes wide with fear. Lisa smiled, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "And that’s exactly why it’s exciting," she declared.

Over the following weeks, Lisa kept returning to the idea, her enthusiasm unwavering. Rachel resisted the hardest, but even she couldn’t fully turn away. Mia said little but grew more visibly shaken every time the topic came up. Helena kept her own battle private, afraid of how much the idea thrilled her, the risk, the irreversible danger, the ultimate surrender. Lisa’s final move came when she dropped the invitation on the table weeks later. ROULETTE NIGHT,  PRIVATE INVITATION. Rachel stared at it like it was a weapon, her face a mask of horror and disbelief. Mia simply exhaled, her breath shaky and uncertain. Lisa’s grin widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "One night. One chance. Watch if you want. Nothing more ,  unless you choose," she said, her voice laced with a dangerous promise. The early 2000s decor and the low hum of the CD player seemed to fade into the background as the gravity of their decision settled in.

Edited 7 hours ago by Motier1815

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CHAPTER 2 ,  The Arrival

The car ride was tense, the air thick with unspoken thoughts. The weight of their decision had finally settled in, and the women rode in silence. Rachel sat by the window, her arms crossed tightly across her chest, lips pressed into a thin line. Mia clutched her purse in both hands, her thumbs tapping nervously against each other. Lisa, on the other hand, was glowing with anticipation, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Helena stayed silent, her gaze fixed forward, her heart pounding beneath her calm exterior.

The building was discreet, blending seamlessly into the night. There were no signs, no lights, no windows, just a single door that promised a world unlike any other. Two well-dressed attendants greeted them without a word and led them inside. With each step, the outside world dissolved, leaving them in a sleek, softly lit reception hall. At the main desk, a woman in black met them, her voice a soft whisper. "Welcome to Roulette Night. You are fully informed of the rules?" The four women nodded, their expressions a mix of nervousness and resolve. She handed each of them a simple document outlining the rules:

No condoms permitted.
Twenty male partners.
One HIV positive, untreated.
No medical testing provided.
Participants trust the integrity of the process.
Women may ask the man at any point: ‘Are you the infected one?’
The man must answer truthfully.
Silence after disclosure equals consent.

Each woman signed, their names looking strange and formal at the bottom of those cold, clinical pages. The central lounge was elegant and muted, a stark contrast to the pulsating energy of the city outside. Twenty men stood scattered throughout the room, each wearing identical black masks, their anonymity absolute. The women were unmasked, the unspoken message clear: You are exposed. They are not. Soft music played beneath quiet conversation, and waiters moved discreetly with trays of champagne.

The four friends huddled briefly in a corner, their voices low. "I hate this already," Rachel whispered sharply, her eyes scanning the room with disdain. Mia’s voice trembled as she spoke, "We don’t have to do anything. We can just watch." Lisa grinned, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "But we can do more than that. That's the point, isn't it?" Helena simply nodded, her pulse throbbing in her throat. The danger felt alive here, palpable and intoxicating.

The men moved with a predatory grace, circling politely, speaking gently, never pushing. It was not a crude meat market; this was about temptation, about the thrill of the unknown. Helena quickly caught the attention of a tall, sharp-eyed man. His voice was deep and confident, sending a shiver down her spine. "You’re new," he stated, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes," she answered softly, trying to hide her nervousness. "You control everything," he reassured her. "No one forces you here." "I know," she whispered, her voice barely audible. But he leaned in closer, his breath warm on her ear. "But you’re drawn to the edge, aren’t you? Where control becomes… less certain." Helena's stomach flipped, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She was here, and there was no turning back.

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CHAPTER 3 ,  Helena's First Step

The man led Helena into one of the private rooms, and she followed in silence, her heart pounding in her chest. The door closed softly behind them, sealing her inside the room with him, alone. "Relax," he said, his voice warm and reassuring. "This is your room. Your rules." She nodded, trying to force herself to breathe slowly and calmly. He started with gentle kisses, his touch deliberate and respectful, but as he undressed her, his hands grew firmer, more possessive. Her dress slipped to the floor, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, her skin hot with a mix of nervousness and excitement. He undressed in silence, revealing a strong, lean body, his erection fully erect and unprotected. Helena's breath hitched at the sight, her mind screaming warnings, but her body ached with desire.

He guided her onto the bed, his grip firm on her wrist, and spread her legs with a single, dominant motion. "May I?" he asked, but there was no softness in his voice, only a raw, primal hunger. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. And then he was on her, his body pressing down on hers, his cock pressing against her entrance, hard and insistent. He entered her with a single, brutal thrust, shearing into her, impaling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a sharp, intense pain that quickly morphed into a dark, twisted pleasure. Her entire body responded violently, a mix of terror and euphoria coursing through her veins like a drug. One in twenty, her mind screamed. One fucking chance in twenty that you're about to get infected by a stranger. The reality of it, the raw, brutal truth of it, sent a shiver of dark excitement down her spine. He started to move, his hips snapping against hers, each thrust deliberate and deep, a claiming, a conquering. He was not gentle, not soft, not kind. He was a stranger, a mask, a potential threat, and he was fucking her raw, unprotected, unrestrained. And she was loving every fucking second of it. Her nails dug into his back, her hips met his thrusts with a desperation that matched his own. She was surrendering, giving in to the primal, dangerous allure of it all. He was grunting, his breath hot and heavy in her ear, his body slick with sweat as he pounded into her, claiming her, using her. And she was his, completely, utterly his in that moment, a willing participant in this dangerous, exhilarating game.

His pace quickened, his body slamming into hers with a brutal, unyielding rhythm. She could feel his body tensing, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, and she knew he was close, working his way to his climax. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies meeting, the scent of sex and sweat and something more primal, more dangerous. She was torn, her mind a whirlwind of doubt and desire. Should I ask? Should I find out? Or should I just let it happen, let him finish, let him come inside me, let whatever will be, be? The question sat on the tip of her tongue, a heavy, pulsing presence, a decision that felt like a matter of life and death. Her heart pounded, her body ached, and her mind raced, a dizzying mix of fear, excitement, and uncertainty. She was on the brink, teetering on the edge of a precipice, and she knew that once she asked, there would be no going back. The tension was insane, a crazy, exhilarating, terrifying tension that had her on the verge of screaming. And then, in a moment of sheer panic, she blurted out the question, her voice a shaky whisper, "Are you?" He paused, his body still buried deep inside hers, his voice a low, steady rumble, "No." A wave of relief washed over her, a relief so profound it left her dizzy and lightheaded. But with that relief came a sense of loss, a fading of the crazy tension that had been building between them. It was over, the moment of truth had passed, and now it was just a fuck with a stranger, raw and primal, but lacking the electric charge of the unknown.

His breathing grew ragged and desperate. "May I come inside you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. This was it, the final question, the ultimate decision. She whispered back, trembling, "Yes." His release exploded inside her, a warmth that flooded her, seeping into her most intimate places. She lay there, breathless, as he held himself inside her, releasing every drop, the rush of it all unlike anything she had ever felt. The gamble was complete, and she was left reeling in the aftermath.

Helena rejoined the others, her body still throbbing with the aftermath of her encounter. Mia looked up at her, her eyes wide with a mix of fear, envy, and uncertainty. "You... you did it?" Mia stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Helena nodded, trying to hide the mix of emotions swirling within her. Lisa's grin widened, a triumphant and excited glint in her eyes. Rachel, ever the stoic one, simply stared at the floor, her expression unreadable. The tension in the group was palpable, a thick, heavy blanket of unspoken words and lingering doubts. Mia fidgeted nervously, her hands twisting in her lap, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "I... I want to go home," she managed to stutter out, her voice trembling with anxiety. The others exchanged glances, the reality of their situation settling in. The night had taken a toll on them all, and the once-exciting dare now felt like a heavy burden. They decided to call it a day, the weight of their experiences too much to bear any longer. As they gathered their things and made their way out, the air thick with the remnants of their dangerous game.