The Coffin

Content Warning: CNC (consensual nonconsent)

**This story is purely a fantasy. In reality, the acts demonstrated should only be practiced with informed consent. All characters over 21.**

The sun is beaming down on me as I set up the decorations for the party. I wipe a bead of sweat from my brow as I finish draping the spider web over the entrance. Stepping off the chair I was balancing on, I double check to make sure the decor is secure and aesthetically pleasing.

The club I work at is having its annual Halloween party tonight and I'm definitely in the spirit. There's always a good DJ, specialty cocktails, and plenty of room to dance or chat with your friends. As a bartender, I can drink as much as I want for free (as long as I'm still coherent enough to serve customers). I originally volunteered to help with the decorations because I needed the hours but I'm actually having fun. I love making everything look spooky.

"Caroline! That looks great." My boss Dahlia squints up at the decor hanging from the awning.

"Thanks! I'm excited to see the inside."

Every year Dahlia adds something different to her party to up the ante. Last Halloween, she hired pole dancers to perform a chilling and sensual strip routine. A previous year there was a costume contest where the winner received free drinks and access to the DJ booth.

Dahlia grabs my hand excitedly. "Yes, I'm dying to show you the VIP room!"

I follow her inside to the most exclusive area that only the highest paying guests have the pleasure of seeing. My mouth drops open in awe. Dahlia and the team she hired really outdid themselves.

The room is dim but several light fixtures create a cozy yet haunting atmosphere. There are large lanterns placed next to the couches, black candelabras jutting out from the walls, and a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The seating areas are flooded with deep shades of red and purple. There are sofas, armchairs, and even a fainting couch-all upholstered with velvet. There are Espresso stained tables scattered throughout to place drinks on. I spot a a long black box in the corner and step closer to investigate.

"Is that a...."

Dahlia's eyes light up. "A coffin? Yes! I found it in that little vintage consignment store across town."

The tapered box looks bigger than the average coffin. I bet you could fit two people side by side. The outside is matte black with red handles and embellishments adorning the sides. There's a floating shelve hanging above it with supplies. Lube, condoms, and sex toys are arranged artfully.

I glance at Dahlia. "You expect people to have sex in there?"

"Well, look at how big it is! The guy at the shop seemed kinda pervy too so maybe he's already had sex in it." Dahlia's phone buzzes in her back pocket but she ignores it. "Plus Halloween makes people horny and Mickey is sick of couples hooking up in the bathroom!"

That checks out. Mickey is our head security guy. Last Halloween, he spent his whole night dragging scantily clad people out of the handicap stall.

"You want to climb in and check it out? The crew already dusted and sanitized it so I promise it's clean." She is so earnest it's endearing.

"Sure, I'll be the first-"

Dahlia's ringtone erupts and she rolls her eyes.

"I gotta take this but feel free to hang in here before your official shift. Just make sure you're at the main bar when doors open at 8." She rushes out of the room before I can get in another word.

I smile at her antics as I take in the rest of the theming. In the opposite corner, a life-sized skeleton is pushing a bar cart. The cart is shrouded in the same spider web material I used outside but with purple fairy lights strewn throughout. The main part holds top-shelf liquor with themed shot glasses while the bottom holds a deck of tarot cards and a ouijja board. I pour myself a double shot of the Grey Goose and knock it back.

I turn back to the coffin and bite my lip. For some reason the object is intimidating. I've never had the desire to crawl into a coffin but I do love spooky things. I don't love the possibility that people had sex in here but I believe Dahlia if she says it's sanitary. I continue to stall as the alcohol eases my nerves. Eventually, my curiosity gets the better of me and I lift the lid.

It's relatively light as the top swings open and rests on its hinges. The high pitched creak suggests it hasn't been opened in a while. Maybe I should get some WD-40 for it before the party starts.

The inside looks even bigger than it did from the outside. I could probably fit Dahlia, Mickey, and me across its width. It's deep too-probably four feet. I will definitely look silly climbing back out but at least there's no one here to witness it.

The inside is lined with blood-red silk. There's a black circle cushion on the far end to lay your head. This honestly wouldn't be a bad place for a mid-shift nap.

There's three cushioned stairs leading to the bottom. I slip off my shoes; not wanting to get dirt on the fancy fabric. I take a measured step and sigh. It's like stepping on a cloud.

When I reach the last step I lay down to get into a comfortable resting position. I roll back and forth for a couple seconds; enjoying the luxurious material. I definitely need to invest in some silk sheets.

I'm not sure if it's coming from the upholstery or the wood of the coffin but there's also a pleasant aroma. An intoxicating combination of leather, rose, and vanilla. Finally, I settle on my back and place my head on the designated cushion. My fingers rest delicately at my sides as I let my eyes flutter close. A pre-work nap wouldn't be so wrong plus Dahlia suggested I hang out here.

I hear a grinding noise and my eyes shoot back open. By the time I process what's happening the stairs have already retracted halfway into the coffin's side. I sit up to lunge for the steps; trying to get a grip on a stair. Silky soft material wraps around my left ankle.

I look down and it appears that a rope, made out of the same upholstered material, has sprung up and trapped my ankle. It's pulling tautly toward the end of the coffin and I desperately attempt to untie it. I manage to get a finger between the silk and my ankle when another rope shoots out of nowhere. This one winds around my right wrist and pulls it sharply above my head.

"What the fuck?!?!" Is this some sort of prank?

I feel my right ankle being yanked down and I panic. I scream frantically for Dahlia-for anyone-to help. At this point the stairs have completely flattened into the side of the coffin. Rope snaps out from the left and traps my remaining wrist. Before I can get another syllable out, the coffin lid slams close. I'm so fucked.

I'm thrust into complete and total darkness. I yell and yell at the top of my lungs but something tells me this thing is soundproof. I try to move my hands to bang on the side of the coffin but I have hardly any wiggle room.

Tears of frustration and fear stream down my face as I continue to fight my restraints. A warm glow fills the coffin and I see that the lid is now lined with the big light bulbs. The kind you see in vanities and dressing rooms. The surface of the lid has transformed into a mirror and I can see my horrified expression reflected in the glass.

A sharp instrument emerges from the side of the coffin and stills near the bottom of my feet. Is this thing gonna kill me? I squeeze my eyes shut in terror but no pain comes.

I hear a ripping sound and peek down to see the tool moving upward. It's tearing the seam of each jean leg. Almost in a clinical manner, my pants are cut off and the scraps are piled neatly near my feet. I'm frozen in shock as the instrument rids me of the rest of my clothes. It's efficient but takes care not to nick my skin.

My bra, panties, jeans, and shirt are destroyed. If I ever get out of this bizarre bondage I won't even be able to wear my clothes. I stared open-mouthed at my reflection.

My skin is flushed from my face to my toes. But I'm not red and sweaty, instead my skin glows. I examine my breasts. They are heaving up and down with the force of my breath. My rosy nipples are pebbled. Am I turned on by this?

My thoughts are interrupted as the ropes attached to my ankles start tugging. They are slowly but surely spreading my legs out. I strain my quads, keeping them stuck together so that they can't be pulled. My whole body is tense with the effort to prevent my exposure. The coffin seems to have a problem with this and two new restraints appear.

"Wait. No!"

The silk wraps around each thigh and pulls outward. I watch helplessly as my legs open up involuntarily. In the mirror, my body looks like an upside down "Y."

My pussy is fully exposed and I can see it glistening below the neat triangle of hair. My face blushes even harder as I fight to arrange my legs in a more modest position. What if there's a camera in here and someone is watching my humiliation? Did that guy from the shop create a trap?

I close my eyes and slow my breathing. Panicking certainly won't get me out of this stupid coffin. Maybe this thing is set on a timer and I can wait it out.

Something soft brushes across my nipple and I jerk in my bonds. What the fuck? I open my eyes and look at the offending instrument. It's a feather. White and long and impossibly delicate. But also currently torturing me.

All I can do is gasp and moan as the feather taps one nipple then the other. It switches to long drags back and forth across my chest with the white plume grazing my areolas each time. I shiver while the pattern changes again.

A second feather emerges so that both nipples are teased at the same time. The tortuous tools begin to tightly circle my sensitized peaks and I groan. The tickling sensation is unbearable and I don't know how long I can take this for.

Perhaps sensing my anguish, the two feathers withdraw and I breathe a sigh of relief. But all too soon a third feather descends right over my pussy.

"No. Please...no."

The feather hovers above my clit and I hold my breath. At the last second it changes direction and tickles the bottom of my right foot.

"FUCK!"

The feather sensuously swipes up my leg and stops at the apex of my thighs. It repeats on my other leg and I feel something drip down my leg. My eyes widen in the mirror as I see that the source is my leaking pussy. My body has responded to my predicament as if it was foreplay.

I cry out when the feather strikes my clit. It tap tap taps as I try to wiggle out of its range. Lazily swiping across my clit, I watch as the two original feathers go to their positions.

"Wait!"

The feathers renew their ministrations. The two on my tits swing across my erect nipples. It's not as ticklish this time-more tingly. The feather at my clit has started to rapidly circle and I feel more liquid seeping from my hole. Gasping as the feathers pick up their speed, I have a horrifying premonition. This torture chamber is going to make me cum.

Any fear and embarrassment flees my body as I raise my hips to get a better angle. My stomach muscles start to clench as my orgasm builds. My green eyes look bright and dazed in the coffin mirror. Just as I'm about to climax, the feathers withdraw abruptly.

"What the hell? Are you fucking serious?"

I thrash in my bonds. If they insist on tormenting me then they should at least let me finish. This is agonizing. I was so close.

"Please." My voice is barely a whisper but I'm positive my plea would be ignored even if I yelled.

A mechanical whirring surrounds me, emanating from every inch of the coffin. I feel a tug on my nipples and whimper. I look up just in time to see steel clamps attach. My scream echoes around the coffin as I adjust to the sensation.

The clamps are linked by a thin chain hanging below my breasts. There is a sharp pain radiating throughout my sensitive tits. I whine pathetically as it gradually turns into a dull ache.

The mirror above shows a black cylindrical object approaching my spread legs. It nestles between my pussy lips and the head pushes inside.

"Wait!"

The dildo continues its mission, burrowing deep into my cunt. The width is almost five inches around and the length is bigger than anything I've taken before. 8 inches maybe?

My poor pussy stretches to accommodate the foreign object. I groan as I feel my juices leak onto the dildo. My own slick helps push the sex toy to meet my G-spot.

I try to regulate my breathing as the dildo slowly pulls out of me. It pauses for a second before shoving back in rapidly. I gasp, my mouth hanging wide open as the machine begins to fuck my cunt relentlessly. It pounds into me with a ferocity; ensuring that it hits my G-spot each time.

Utter nonsense spews out of me as I plead with the machine. I'm not sure if I want it to stop or keep going as I beg to the walls of the coffin. When the dildo speeds up, I feel a bulbous head pushing against my tighter hole.

"No! I've never-"

The second dildo ignores my protests as it plunges through the ring of muscle. Luckily, the toy has plenty of lube and is significantly smaller than the one in my pussy. My asshole clenches in an effort to keep it out but the machine is determined. It's about 4 inches in width and length but it feels like a fucking baseball bat. There's a slight burn as it stretches my tight asshole.

The dildos begin an alternating pattern. As the one in my cunt pulls out, the one in my ass pushes in. I hyperventilate as the double fucking overwhelms me. There's a slight tickle on my clit and I jerk in my restraints.

The white feather is back and is brushing across my swollen clit. It resumes the circling from earlier and my hips buck up.

"Oh God!"

The dildos pause outside of my holes and I hold my breath. What could it possibly do to me now?

I watch in horror as a hook descends from the mirror above. It secures itself to the chain connecting my nipple clamps and tugs sharply upward.

The hook draws back toward the ceiling, pulling my tits with it. There's a renewed stinging sensation in my nipples as my C cups are hauled to an unnatural position. I arch my back to relieve some of the pain. Thankfully, the hook stops before any kind of injury can occur.

Tears trickle down my face. Not just from the pain but from the mortification. I'm strapped down-naked and vulnerable. Two dildos spreading my pussy and asshole wide open. Pink nipples stretched toward the ceiling. And a feather tortuously tickling my clit.

The worst part of all of this is I've never been more turned on. I'm so close to coming. My pussy leaks down the insides of my thighs and soaks the silk underneath.

The dildos reenter me simultaneously and a hoarse shout escapes my throat. They start fucking me vigorously. Thrusting in and out of me at a rate of speed only a machine could accomplish. My legs start to shake in my restraints and my breath catches. Without my permission, my eyes roll back.

I cum. I cum so hard that stars flash in front of my eyes. My hips strain toward the feather while my holes take turns squeezing the dildos. Ripples of pleasure cascade down my restrained body as I moan.

That was, without a doubt, the strongest orgasm I've ever had. As satisfying as it was, I'm relieved this experience is over. There can't be more. Right?

As is the theme for the day, I am wrong. The machines increase their speed while I scream at it to stop. This coffin could seriously hurt me! My fear grows as I'm forcefully fucked and teased. The ruthless machines drive me toward a second orgasm.

"FUCK!!!!!"

Liquid spurts out of my cunt as I cum again. My nipples are on fire but the pain only adds to my pleasure. My internal muscles are working overtime as I clench down on the dildos in my cunt and asshole. Milking them for cum as if they were real cocks. I shamelessly grind myself onto them as my tits bounce with the small amount of leeway they have.

I lose track of how many times I cum but at some point I pass out. When I come to, the dildos are gone. In fact, all the hellish machinery seems to have disappeared. The feathers, hook, and nipple clamps are missing. Even the mirror above me is gone. The silk restraints are also nowhere to be seen.

I sit up and roll my neck to the side. Frowning. I work out the slight kink. My clothes from earlier are on my body. Perfect and pristine. Not a tear in sight. Did I really imagine the last 30 minutes? Was it some sort of fucked up nightmare?

My pondering is interrupted by a rattling from above. The coffin top swings open to reveal Dahlia.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?"

Her face is marred with worry. Before I can muster up an answer she continues.

"I just got a call from the police. You know what they said? That creep from the store-Jeremy I think-has tampered with all of the inventory. Apparently he builds in these fragrance dispensers that puffs out a powerful aphrodisiac and psychedelic drug. I can't remember the name of it but the policeman said it smells like leather and vanilla."

Heat rushes across my cheeks. "That's crazy!"

"Uh, yeah! They arrested that freak this morning but they just recently found out about the coffin sale. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, it must not have worked this time. Maybe the dispensers broke when the set up crew put it in here." I avoid eye contact with her. "But we should probably get rid of it just to be safe."

Dahlia nods energetically as she goes into another rant about how crazy people are. She offers me a hand and helps pull me out of the coffin. When I look back down at it, the coffin's depth appears to be less than two feet and there are no stairs.

I find it hard to believe that none of it was real. Did I breathe in the fragrance when I first opened the coffin and everything after was a hallucination? My clothes are intact but the sensations felt so real.

My nipples feel sore as if they've been pinched for a long time. My pussy and ass ache like they've been used thoroughly. I wish I knew what actually happened. I almost hope there's a camera in there so I can view the footage.

The rest of the night goes off without a hitch and the Halloween party is a huge success! The VIP guests loved the theming and didn't question the empty space in the corner. The coffin was apprehended by the police which is a little disappointing. Maybe someday I can convince them to let me keep it in my apartment.