The Sound of Silence

Author's Notes

I hope you enjoy this story. It was written to be included in an Erotically Inclined hosted anthology for Halloween so I've also entered it into the Halloween Contest 2026 on a whim.

It is under the banner five-minute erotic horror. Please back out and try to find something more in line with your tastes if you don't like horror.

I welcome all feedback, both positive and constructive critique so please comment if you are so moved and also vote without worrying about the number. 1* votes help me grow as a writer if you let me know what didn't work while 5* votes validate that what I did for this one was enough. Please let me know what you liked, if you would be so kind.

Story Tags: Halloween 2026, supernatural, enforced silence, captivity, implied death, masturbation.

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Copyright

The Sound of Silence © 2026 by Duil2

All rights reserved. Duil2 reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story, or any portion thereof, may not be published or used in any manner whatsoever, as a whole or in part, including to train AI or LLMs of any description, without the express agreement of the author and the publisher (Literotica) other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author's imagination. Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented are 18 or older.

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The Meditation Room within The Blue House sang its siren song across internet connections, web pages and forums.

"Find the sound of silence within these walls on this All Hallows 'Eve," it promised anyone who would listen.

Pamela, and her husband Kenneth, had listened and now, on 31st October, instead of heading to a party, they approached the front door.

'Do you wish life would just quieten down? Do you long for some tranquillity? Are you seeking a moment of peace?' several wall posters asked.

'Come to the Meditation room.' A large blue arrow pointed the way.

Pamela took Kenneth's hand, gazing around at the beautiful old house. She loved interior design and the turn-of-the-century print wallpaper, on every wall, with the old-world patterned carpeting on the floors, matched her taste perfectly.

Kenneth liked that their surroundings were so modern. All fresh, clean lines, white walls and wooden floors. Just his thing.

The house provided them with their individual ideal.

An unnatural lack of sound permeated the space, yet relaxed its guests. The calm that wrapped around them, almost to smothering, soothed their fears, guiding them to their very own place of tranquillity.

Helped by the clearly marked sign on the door, the couple found 'The Meditation Room'.

Kenneth's hand trembled, his eyes darting to glance at Pamela, and then behind them, as he reached for the handle.

The door opened inward, soundlessly. They stepped inside, feet sinking into plush carpet, silencing their footsteps. Two armchairs faced the large window, viewing a wonderful garden.

"That's beautiful," Pamela said softly.

"Hush," said the walls, the word drifting around them, elongated and airy.

There was a crystal decanter and glasses on a side table. Kenneth carefully poured them each some juice, ensuring the liquid slid and didn't splash. He gestured for Pamela to sit and placed her glass on the table, the cork top absorbing the clink.

They each rested into their recliner. A faint warmth from beneath relaxed their bodies. The room sighed with them, as muscles succumbed.

"I can't believe this is free," Kenneth whispered.

Money was always an issue, these days. Most conversations were about how to earn more, or spend wisely what little they had. Arguments, which were frequent of late, were always about money. At times, it seemed they'd forgotten how to be quiet, as raised voices and slamming doors, had become the norm.

"Hush, or be hushed. You sought quiet and peace... we offer that to you."

Kenneth grinned at Pamela, pressing a finger to his lips. She silently giggled.

Time passed, and enjoying this rare indulgence, they became languid.

As her body stilled and accepted the peace around her, Pamela's mind drifted back to their wedding night. A night of revelation.

They'd had previous carnal knowledge, but knowing she was now his wife, had given Kenneth new confidence.

He'd touched her with surety, his command of her body heightening her responses. He'd taken pride in bringing her pleasure, and in being able to gain his own pleasure, through her.

Images rose up from that long night of loud and expressive fucking, that had rendered her senseless. Now, her body responded as expected. Nipples pebbled, panties dampened. A sweeping glance from Ken along her body, quieted those doubts that had returned, during their recent dry spell. She knew she desired him, but...

He beckoned her over. She hesitated. "Cameras," she mouthed, and he glanced around.

Suddenly, Pamela saw a vision of them masturbating together as an engaged couple. She gave him the look, and he nodded, rubbing his cock through his trousers.

A hand slipped inside her trousers and panties and she found herself slick. In quick, practiced movements, she rubbed her clit then sank one slender finger inside. She slowed her movements, as the juices within began to squelch. She sucked on a bent knuckle, stifling grunts and whimpers that normally accompanied the build-up to release.

Kenneth unzipped and pumped his cock, holding eye contact with her throughout. He grinned widely, the mildly sadistic side of him revelling in Pamela's predicament. He longed to place his large hand across her face, or wrap his fingers around her throat, his go-to aids for silence. Yet, the sounds she made when aroused, were the music to his ears that fed his own crescendo, and he loved them.

When Pamela's orgasm hit, she had no choice but to express it by moaning loudly.

The atmosphere in the room shifted. Pamela's moan cut off abruptly. Her orgasm died. Her eyes went wide. Try as she might, she could not make a sound.

"You were warned, you would be quietened," the room said.

Kenneth stood, stuffing his erect cock into his clothes. He reached for Pamela and pulled her from the chair.

Hand in hand they hurried to the door.

Kenneth tried the handle, but nothing happened. He pulled roughly, but the door was jammed. He opened his mouth to say as much. Nothing came out. He stared wide-eyed at Pamela then spun around and pounded on the door. Still, no sound emerged.

Pamela joined him, both now hammering wildly with their fists. The silence relentlessly endured, their efforts futile.

Kenneth rushed to the small table and, picking it up, threw it with all of his strength at the window. It bounced off and landed hard, breaking one of its legs.

Still they heard nothing. No thud against the glass, nor cracking of splintering wood.

Pamela screamed - stillness.

Kenneth shouted - inaudible.

"Why so agitated?" the room softly asked, fixing the table and settling it back into place. "You requested quiescence. Be at peace."

We need to get out of here, Pamela thought. Kenneth clasped her hand and squeezed.

She stared. You can hear my thoughts?

He dared not nod. Yes. Can you hear mine?

Yes.

That's enough then, if this is it.

Moving in unison, they pushed the chairs together and, side by side, they lay. In one final act of defiance, Pamela took Kenneth's cock in her hand, and he cupped her mound with his palm. They relaxed and succumbed to the love, pleasure and peace that only they could provide to one another.

They had sought a drop of tranquillity, some temporary peace, and a moment of silence.

The Blue House and The Meditation Room, had forcefully provided, an ocean of tranquillity, endless peace, and the sound of silence... forever.

THE END