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forgotten, I whimpered at the feeling of being stretched on that unearthly cock. More fingers pulled on my hair, yanking my head back as another cock was forced into my mouth and the cycle began again.
I moaned around the cock filling my mouth when I felt a tongue press against my clit. Two more mouths joined in, one at each nipple, and the sensations rolling through my body as I was passed around were almost too much for my body to handle.
My jaw ached at being stretched wide by innumerable ghostly cocks. The teasing licks to my clit and nipples were few and far between and never enough to get me close to orgasm. If my hands had been free, I could have reached between my splayed legs and brought myself off, but the chains made it impossible and the cold fear started creeping back. They were ghosts after all. There could be hundreds of them here, creatures with no physical needs to attend to beyond fucking whatever hole was available. They could keep me here, and no one would know.
My face and chest were covered with sticky semen. ‘This must be what ectoplasm really is,’ I thought idly, giggling around the cock filling my mouth like a madwoman. The hands in my hair tightened and tears sprang to my eyes.
They could keep me here, and no one would know.
The cold that was spreading through my body was more than the low temperature in the room, more than the icy come covering me, more than my nudity. It was terror, pure and simple. The pleasure these creatures were bringing me rapidly approached the point of pain. Another spirit finished, and, before I could breath, another cock slammed into me, the largest yet, and this one felt different. While every ghost had been cold and ephemeral, but this was hot and and very much corporal.
The cock in my mouth vanished without coming, and the sibilant hissing and rustling whispers that said “Sara is scared, so scared, she loves the scare” that had never paused ended abruptly, leaving the room silent except for my ragged breathing.
The creature rutting inside me gripped my hips and I felt long talons digging into my flesh. The legs that rubbed into the back of my thighs felt leathery and heavy balls slapped against me with every thrust.
The ghosts had been one thing, but the creature inside me right now was something else entirely. My body didn’t care though. The endless fuckings and the never ceasing cold had finally receded. My pussy warmed around the beast’s cock and I felt the stirrings of an orgasm starting to grow in my belly.
I moaned low in my throat and canted my hips back, inviting whatever creature was behind me to give me everything it had. I might end up choked by a ghost or eaten by a monster, but I was at least going to come once before that happened.
The creature’s thrusts picked up speed and its grip tightened on my hips, its talons drawing blood. The pleasure that had been building in my body for hours finally reached an apex. I let out a scream that would have made any horror movie director proud at my long delayed peak. My muscles gripped the beast’s cock, squeezing it like a slippery fist until the creature roared, a sound from my darkest dreams and deepest nightmares. I felt it spill its seed into me, filling my pussy to overflowing with its burning come, and I collapsed forward, my exhausted arms no longer able to hold up my body as waves of ecstasy rolled over me.
As I laid on the floor, barely aware of my surroundings, the candles flared to life. The clawed hands that gripped my hips dragged me to my feet. The cock slipped from my well used pussy and I swayed on my feet, the muscles in my thighs aching. A large, ornate mirror hung on the wall opposite where I stood. Spiderweb cracks covered the glass, but I could still see myself.
My lips were swollen and red, cracking at the edges from the endless amount of cocks that had been forced into it. My skin glowed with a luminous light where the ghostly come had coated it. The flesh of my
I moaned around the cock filling my mouth when I felt a tongue press against my clit. Two more mouths joined in, one at each nipple, and the sensations rolling through my body as I was passed around were almost too much for my body to handle.
My jaw ached at being stretched wide by innumerable ghostly cocks. The teasing licks to my clit and nipples were few and far between and never enough to get me close to orgasm. If my hands had been free, I could have reached between my splayed legs and brought myself off, but the chains made it impossible and the cold fear started creeping back. They were ghosts after all. There could be hundreds of them here, creatures with no physical needs to attend to beyond fucking whatever hole was available. They could keep me here, and no one would know.
My face and chest were covered with sticky semen. ‘This must be what ectoplasm really is,’ I thought idly, giggling around the cock filling my mouth like a madwoman. The hands in my hair tightened and tears sprang to my eyes.
They could keep me here, and no one would know.
The cold that was spreading through my body was more than the low temperature in the room, more than the icy come covering me, more than my nudity. It was terror, pure and simple. The pleasure these creatures were bringing me rapidly approached the point of pain. Another spirit finished, and, before I could breath, another cock slammed into me, the largest yet, and this one felt different. While every ghost had been cold and ephemeral, but this was hot and and very much corporal.
The cock in my mouth vanished without coming, and the sibilant hissing and rustling whispers that said “Sara is scared, so scared, she loves the scare” that had never paused ended abruptly, leaving the room silent except for my ragged breathing.
The creature rutting inside me gripped my hips and I felt long talons digging into my flesh. The legs that rubbed into the back of my thighs felt leathery and heavy balls slapped against me with every thrust.
The ghosts had been one thing, but the creature inside me right now was something else entirely. My body didn’t care though. The endless fuckings and the never ceasing cold had finally receded. My pussy warmed around the beast’s cock and I felt the stirrings of an orgasm starting to grow in my belly.
I moaned low in my throat and canted my hips back, inviting whatever creature was behind me to give me everything it had. I might end up choked by a ghost or eaten by a monster, but I was at least going to come once before that happened.
The creature’s thrusts picked up speed and its grip tightened on my hips, its talons drawing blood. The pleasure that had been building in my body for hours finally reached an apex. I let out a scream that would have made any horror movie director proud at my long delayed peak. My muscles gripped the beast’s cock, squeezing it like a slippery fist until the creature roared, a sound from my darkest dreams and deepest nightmares. I felt it spill its seed into me, filling my pussy to overflowing with its burning come, and I collapsed forward, my exhausted arms no longer able to hold up my body as waves of ecstasy rolled over me.
As I laid on the floor, barely aware of my surroundings, the candles flared to life. The clawed hands that gripped my hips dragged me to my feet. The cock slipped from my well used pussy and I swayed on my feet, the muscles in my thighs aching. A large, ornate mirror hung on the wall opposite where I stood. Spiderweb cracks covered the glass, but I could still see myself.
My lips were swollen and red, cracking at the edges from the endless amount of cocks that had been forced into it. My skin glowed with a luminous light where the ghostly come had coated it. The flesh of my
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