"Stop
nagging!" Tony erupted. "Look at it as a one in a lifetime
experience." |
|
"I'd rather
experience the food at that new Chinese restaurant." |
|
"Gina, try to
look at the bright side," Dana intercepted. |
|
"Which is?"
Gina raised her eyebrow. |
|
"We might
actually get something on tape!" Dana said excitingly. |
|
"Right on,
baby!" Tony grinned. "Just think, if we actually record something
paranormal! We might even land our own TV-show!" |
|
"You've both been
watching way too much television, guys," Gina sighed. "Besides, the
so-called findings of those ghost-hunting shows are either faked, or too vague
to be significant. |
|
"Sure, if you
want, we can organize something, tape it, then upload it on YouTube; we might
even become an overnight sensation, if we do a good job. That doesn't mean
we'll be seeing any real ghosts tonight!" |
|
"You're scared,
aren't you?" Tony mocked her. |
|
"Scared of what?
Of ghosts?" She chuckled dryly. "No, but, I'm not too fond of
spending an entire night in this place." |
|
"It's kind of
spooky," Dana added. |
|
"No, it's
old," Gina corrected her. "And badly maintained; it can collapse on
our heads at any minute." |
|
"Aren't you at
all fascinated by its story?" Tony asked. |
|
"What? About the
old pervert, who lived here? No, I'm not fascinated. I'm disgusted." |
|
"No one has dared
buy it, though; it's been empty for decades," Dana informed her. |
|
"Yeah, I know; no
one buys murder houses." |
|
"To me, it has
more to do with no one wanting to buy a ruin; even if you get it for free,
you'll still have to spend a fortune to renovate it, just to make it
livable!" |
|
"You've got
absolutely no imagination, Gina," Tony sighed heavily. |
|
"I know; you two
have way too imagination, anyway. Someone has to balance it out," she
chuckled warmly. |
|
"Anyway, I vote
we stop talking and..." A faint noise from upstairs caused her to
freeze. "What was that?!" She asked in a hoarse whisper. |
|
"Probably a cat
that found its way in through a broken window," Gina rubbed her
forehead. |
|
"You want to go
check it out, then?" Tony challenged her. |
|
"Sure, what the
hell," she shrugged and headed towards the stairs. "You guys ain't
coming?" She glanced back, after stepping on the first step; Dana and
Tony remained on what used to be a living room. |
|
"We'll stay down
here, set up some of the equipment." |
|
"Right,"
Gina frowned. "I'll give you a shout, if I see a ghost," she said
mockingly. |
|
. |
|
"Wow, that's
quite the bedroom, huh?" Dana exclaimed, in a low whisper. |
|
"Yeah; and just
picture it in its former glory," Tony added. |
|
"It must have
looked wonderful; if only it hadn't..." |
|
"I don't think
there were any crimes committed in this room," Tony calmed her down. |
|
"Did you finish
the book, by the way?" |
|
"Read it twice,
actually; really fascinating," Tony said. |
|
"How many did he
kill?" |
|
"They know of
thirteen; but, they suspected it could have been over thirty." |
|
"Wow," she
ejaculated. |
|
"I know...and the
horrors all these women went through..." Tony added in a hesitant
whisper. |
|
"You think he's
still around?" |
|
"The rumor has it
that, when he was shot down, he promised never to leave his home; and that
he'd one day return to inflict even more horror on the descendants of his
executioners." |
|
"Do you believe
it?" She inquired. |
|
"No, not
really..." |
|
"So, why are we
here?" |
|
"Many people say
that most ghosts are people, who died unfairly and cruelly; so, maybe some of
his victims still haunt the place, where they suffered so much." |
|
"You know,"
her tone abruptly changed, "there's something about this place, this
room..." she flipped her hair and crossed her legs high, lifting her
skirt over her thigh. |
|
"Seriously?"
He was taken pleasantly aback. |
|
He sat next to her,
his hand softly caressing her thigh; she pulled his head closer, their lips locked
in a passionate kiss. His hand moved higher, massaging her inner thigh,
searching for her panties. Her hands crossed behind his neck, tightly locked,
their tongues engaged in a hot tango. A small moan escaped her mouth, when he
gave her pussy a soft rub. |
|
. |
|
Silence; darkness;
heavy air; Gina investigated the upper floor, the for decades abandoned
rooms; she observed the grotesque paintings hiding underneath thick layers of
dust; the windows broken, the occasional breeze blowing into the house
brought on a chilling effect she could feel deep in her bones. |
|
Undaunted, she moved forth, determined not to allow any irrational fears overwhelm her. A creaking sound; the wooden floor succumbing under even her 118lb frame—what if we had all come up here? she wondered in fright, trying to lighten up her step, horrified of the possibility of suddenly finding herself at a free fall in this dusty, rusty house. |
|
A swooshing sound past
her ear; sudden, abrupt. It came from nowhere, and to nowhere it once more
disappeared. Her heart palpitated, her heavy breathing the only sound in an
otherwise graveyard of a house, where so many women had met a horrible fate.
What was it that Tony said to me? she asked herself, unable to remember his
words—if only she had paid closer attention to the tall tales. |
|
A door croaked; it was
swinging lightly, yet, there was no breeze to cause it. As sweat ran down her
forehead, her body growing warmer under the clothes, she approached the door;
it was half-open, gently swaying back and forth. She peeked inside; absolute
darkness broken only by the faint ray of moonlight penetrating the loose
boards on the window. |
|
She pushed the door open
reluctantly; the creak echoed thunderously. Great, she thought humorlessly,
now Tony will think I've encountered a ghost. |
|
She stepped in the
room and froze; a metal bed with shackles nailed on the four corners. On the
walls hung various rusty instruments of horror, which purpose she did not
wish to know. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, bit the corner of her
lower lip. A shadow swiftly moved on the wall; it lasted but for a mere
fragment of a second, yet, it was more than enough to make her heart leap in
her mouth. |
|
She looked around,
down at the floor, up at the ceiling; no animals, insects, anything living
that could have produced the shadow. She steered away from the window, trying
not to scare herself with her own shadow; the door slammed shut with a bang. |
|
She cursed under her
panting breath, desperately trying to open the seemingly blocked door.
"Damn it," she spat on the floor exhausted; the door was stuck, no
way out. |
|
"Hey, guys!"
She screamed and banged on the door, which—despite its age—was unnaturally
robust. "I've locked myself in a room! Can you hear me? Help, damn it!
I'm locked!" |
|
She placed her ear
against the wooden door, hopeful for rushing footsteps. Nothing. |
|
Silence. Absolute,
deathly silence. She banged and kicked the door, furiously; it wouldn't
budge. |
|
"Guys, come
on!" She shouted. "Dana, Tony!" |
|
What the hell are they
doing? She thought furiously. |
|
The shadow sailed
across the wall, the hanging tools swung freely on their nails. Pulling her
hair in disbelief, she approached the window, tried to remove the boards;
nothing. Tomorrow I'm starting weight-training, that's it, she scolded
herself. |
|
She returned to the
door, kicked it repeatedly, to no avail. "Guys!" She screamed again
and again. |
|
Her ear back on the
wood, desperate to hear the longed for footsteps. Nothing. |
|
Suddenly, her head was
pushed against the door; she tried to move, to kick herself free, she
couldn't. Struggled to free herself, but, the more she fought, the harder the
pushing grew. |
|
She saw nothing in the
room; all alone, yet, something was holding her head; she could feel the hand
on the side of her head, pushing viciously. A touch on her bottom; a rough,
crude touch. She groaned, trying to get free, yet also surrendering to the
brutal, yet simultaneously exciting, fondling. |
|
A cold shiver went up
her spine, when a frozen hand slipped under her t-shirt and ran across her
soft skin, cupping her small, yet firm, breast. |
|
. |
|
"Did you hear
something, baby?" Dana asked exasperated, amid soft, muffled moans. |
|
"No," he
raised his head slightly and looked at her inquiringly. "Why?" |
|
"I don't
know..." she said, her hand caressing the back of his head, her legs
still wrapped around his shoulders. "I...just...thought...I... heard...
never mind, get back to it!" She pushed him back to her wet cunt and he
gladly obliged. |
|
His tongue twirled
around her clit, his finger going in and out slowly; she lifted her blouse,
exposing her melon-sized breasts. Rubbing and squeezing them, lying down and
staring up at the ceiling, with gently glazed eyes. |
|
"Keep it
quiet," he said solemnly. "Gina will kill us." |
|
"Keep licking and
shut up," she ordered him. |
|
His tongue slithered
back inside her, moving rapidly and circular. She arched her lower back, his
hands reached for her ass, spreading the cheeks. She drew blood from her
lips; twisting her erect nipples, eyes closed, panting heavily. |
|
A finger went in her
asshole, a small scream escaped her mouth; arched her back higher. He licked
fast, thrusting two fingers inside her ass, in and out slow, but firmly. |
|
"Shit, yes, don't
dare stop," she panted, reached for her clit. |
|
He didn't, he kept on
going, same rhythm, tasting her sweet juices, his cock rock-hard from her
fiery moans. |
|
"Fuck, yes,"
her body trembled uncontrollably, a fountain of cum showered his face. |
|
"That's one of
the things I love about you, baby," he said with a smile, as he climbed
atop of her and she wiped his face clean with both hands, smiling warmly and
lovingly at him. |
|
. |
|
Gina was yanked away
from the door and forcefully pushed on the wall; the invisible force was on
her, a strong hand around her neck choking her. Her head was banged up
against the wall, tremendous pain and for a moment everything went darker.
Yet, during that moment of nothingness, she saw a shadowy figure with a long
beard and flaming eyes. |
|
Her heart raced fast,
she tried to scream, call for help, no sound would escape her lips. A strong
punch landed on her flat stomach, she doubled up, fell to the floor in an
embryonic position, with tears of anguish and pain streaming down her eyes. |
|
Pulled up by the hair,
she was back on her feet, desperately fighting shadows, punching air. A slap
across her face, she tasted copper. She held her jaw, a wreck from the pain
and confusion. She looked up, there was still nothing, yet, a freezing hand
ripped her t-shirt in half; again, a grip around her neck and was shoved
against the wall. |
|
A hungry bite on her
nipple; nearly detached it. More bites on her small breasts; she looked down,
there were bite marks on her skin! Her t-shirt was thrown away, the icy hands
caressed her shoulders, her sternum, her stomach. She shuddered, trembled,
there was nowhere to go, nothing to do. Kept still by the mysterious force;
her belt was unbuckled, her tight jeans unbuttoned; a sudden wave of
inexplicable desire overcame her body. |
|
"No, no,
no," she whisperingly pleaded; the only response she received was the
violent pull of her pubic hair, an icy touch on her pussy lips. |
|
. |
|
"This is fucking
hot, isn't it?" Dana whispered hotly in his ear, as she stroked his
cock, while he kissed and sucked her neck. |
|
"Yeah," he
responded in a hardly audible voice shadowed by his moans. "Yet,"
he was to add something about the place, its story, and Gina being gone for a
while, but, all words were choked down, when she grabbed his balls. |
|
"Say one word
about ghosts and I'll squeeze till I hear a crack," she said smilingly,
yet dead-serious. |
|
"Okay," he
bit her earlobe gently, then brushed her hair back, planting long kisses on
the back of her neck. |
|
She pulled him closer
by the cock, rubbing the throbbing head against her moist cunt; "I want
you inside me, Tony, I..." she breathed heavily, staring dead into his
eyes, "I need you, baby!" |
|
She guided him inside
her, he climbed on her, pinning her arms down on the bed; one long thrust, he
was balls deep, she stared into his eyes lustfully. |
|
His thrusts were slow
and long—all the way out, all the way in; they had been together for several
years, they both knew exactly what the other loved, how to make each other
climax in minutes. |
|
They kissed, he kept
on pounding her in the same rhythm; her legs crossed around his waist,
pushing him deeper, holding him inside her for as long as she desired. He
obeyed to her every move, her every desire; she was his, he was hers, and now
they were one, too. Two bodies rolled into one; she let him pull his cock
out, then guided him back in, deep and hard. |
|
"Almost there,
baby," he whispered. |
|
"Me, too. Don't
pull out," she begged. |
|
. |
|
"Stop it! Who the
fuck are you?!" Gina demanded from the invisible rapist, but, received
no reply. Only the icy fingers or, whatever they were violating her pussy,
numbing it and loosening it up via their fast and brutal thrusts. |
|
It all stopped, as
abruptly as it had started; she was naked, her pants around her ankles, her
t-shirt on the floor, but, there were no more ice-cold touches. She
instinctively reached for her pussy, it was cold, wet, and lightly gaped. |
|
She looked around in
disbelief and utter confusion; still all alone. She remained perfectly still
for a couple of moments, then drew a deep breath of inner relief and reached
for her pants. |
|
Thundering shivers
across her lower back. A sturdy grip around her waist, a firm hand on her
back. Something heavy, equally icy as the fingers, and seemingly of monstrous
proportions slapped her ass. A phantom baseball bat, it felt, recently taken
out of a freezer. |
|
It landed on her back,
she felt two round balls on her asscrack and the bat extended almost entirely
across her back. It was rubbed against her spine, more chills traversed her
body; rubbed back and forth, a fucking-motion and an urge to feel it inside
her grew in her mind. |
|
. |
|
"We should go
find Gina," Dana said, dragging from the shared cigarette. |
|
"Yeah," he
agreed, accepted the cigarette. "Where is she, by the way? I was sure
she'd bust us." |
|
"Maybe, she heard
us, and is being discreet. You know her," Dana shrugged. |
|
"Probably.
Although," he smiled, "she's going to kill us, when we walk out the
bedroom." |
|
"And she'll be
justified," Dana giggled. "We dragged her here to hunt ghosts and,
instead, we..." |
|
"We'll still go
ghost-hunting," he said. "We just...relieved some pressure?"
He shrugged and they both laughed. |
|
"By the
way," she asked, after another long drag, "how did that madman, who
lived here, murdered all those women? You never told us." |
|
"Right..."
he frowned and paused momentarily. "Well, it's not extensively covered
in the books, because...it's a bit morbid. And, probably, only a rumor." |
|
"Meaning?"
She arched her eyebrow, glaring at him intensely. |
|
"Meaning, they
assume he...fucked them to death." |
|
"What?!" She
erupted in a giggle. "Sorry, I..." she cleared her throat, still
trying to subdue the oncoming chuckles. |
|
"Yeah, I
know..." he nodded. "They say he had this donkey-sized cock; I
mean, a pretty damn large dong," he extended his arm and placed his
other hand near his shoulder to illustrate the point, "and, so, he'd
fuck the women he kidnapped, until they... |
|
"There's a reason
why most of his victims were small-sized women; like Gina, actually. He went
for them, probably because their stature made an even better contrast to his
package." |
|
"Do you really
believe that?" |
|
"No, not really.
I mean," he rubbed his eyebrows, "the coroner's official report
talks about a 20-inch cock, almost 7-inch thick. That's...that belongs to a
fucking elephant, not a human being!" |
|
"Wow," she
exclaimed with a faint whistle. "That's...yeah, pretty damn big." |
|
"And it's in the
records; but, maybe the coroner exaggerated. Or, he purposefully lied, to
cover something." |
|
"Like what?" |
|
"I don't
know...maybe, he did fuck those women to death, but, not with his cock." |
|
"An
extension?" |
|
"Or some tools.
Maybe, they didn't want to tell that to the people; you know, to the families
of the dead. Or, there was something completely different, and they'd rather
keep it a secret, and they fabricated the whole fucked-to-death story." |
|
"Right...either
way, though, it must have been horrible." |
|
"It was. I think
that's why the house was never sold, after he died. Haunted or not, it still
carries bad history." |
|
"No shit,"
she said, then failed at her attempt to smile. "Can we please change the
subject now?" |
|
"Right, yes. Too
many details, huh?" |
|
"Ah-hum,"
she nodded, and finally was able to crack up a smile. |
|
. |
|
"Hey, no, let me
go!" Gina fought back—albeit weakly, her body quickly succumbing to
lust—as she was dragged to the metal bed. Suddenly, she lay supine on the
cold metal. The shafts locked around her wrists and ankles tight; she was
spread wide, her head hanging from the table's edge, her arms and legs tied
up along the bed's legs; she looked around, there was nothing to be seen,
yet, she could sense the mysterious presence, its loathing and lust. |
|
Her heart palpitated,
she was sweating profusely, yet, the chilly air blowing on her exposed,
spread pussy brought a different kind of shiver up her spine, made her skin
crawl for different reasons—reasons she, at first, refused to acknowledge
were actually giving birth to excitement in her body and mind. |
|
The hard bat landed on
her mouth, rather softy, and ran across her lips; she felt its
smoothness—despite its iciness—and veins. Her eyes popped wide open at the
bizarre realization. Before she could process the new data, her head was yanked
backwards by the hair; she stared at the wall, upside down; upon her lips
were large, swollen balls. |
|
A slap on her breasts,
she opened her mouth in surprise and the balls nested in her mouth, stuffing
it. Besides herself, she stuck her tongue out, at first hesitantly, and
licked the balls; they were still cold, but, rapidly warming up. She welcomed
them in her mouth, swirled them about; there was no real sound reaching her
ears, yet within her mind she heard heavy male moans. |
|
The thick head of the
cock was on her lips; she opened her mouth hungrily—still silently wondering
about her state of mind—and the cock glided in her mouth; too thick, her jaw
nearly dislocated. It was going deeper and deeper, slow; the owner clearly
enjoyed the tightly wrapped lips running along the warming skin of the cock. |
|
Her heart in her
throat, there was no way she could take down more of it; she needed air, she
was choking, fading away. Finally, the cock retracted, she panted, hungry for
oxygen. She coughed, raised her head, dizziness overwhelmed her; there was a
different darkness now, it wasn't that of the room, it was of her own mind. |
|
And from within that
inner darkness, she discerned once more the shadowy figure moving around the
bed; a tall, robust figure, bald and with a long beard. When her eyes moved
lower, she gasped; its cock was fully erect, almost as long as her leg. |
|
"No, no, please,
not that, please, I'll..." she begged and plead, the figure positioned
itself between her wide spread legs, and a conflict erupted in her mind on
whether she did want it to happen. |
|
The humongous cock was
rubbed against her pussy and on her stomach; the now-visible shadow took two
steps backwards with a wide grin altering its face, adjusted the cock with
both hands; Gina held her head upwards, ignoring the tremendous pain in her
neck, watching helplessly and in fascination. |
|
The tip was on her
pussy; "please, go slow at least, please, just..." a loud,
prolonged scream exited her mouth, when the tip of the cock spread her cunt
wide, momentarily causing her to believe it would split her in half; a
tremendous jolt of thitherto unknown painful thrill traversed her entire
body, rendering her numb and oblivious to everything around her. |
|
. |
|
"What was
that?" Dana leaped hastily on her feet. |
|
"Came from
upstairs," Tony noted, then they exchanged a horrified look. "Fuck,
stay here," he ordered her and shot out of the room. |
|
"Wait, damn
it," she followed him, her heart banging hard against her ribcage. |
|
They climbed the
stairs in a rush. |
|
They called for Gina,
but, the house was once more covered in its familiar unsettling silence. They
inspected the rooms, sticking close to each other. |
|
. |
|
"God, it's...too
deep already," she writhed, the shadow leaning heavily over her,
fondling her breasts; she could discern its wide grin, as well as the slight
befuddlement in its fiery eyes. "Yes, don't stop, no...can't take it,
but, don't stop." |
|
The shadow thrust
slow, methodically; gradually pushing its monstrosity for a cock deeper. Her
cervix was being punched, she knew there could be physical repercussions,
but, rationality had flown out the window; she did not care for anything but
that single instance of getting stretched wide open by something
unidentifiable, yet skilled and passionate. |
|
In loud, groaning
whispers she plead with the shadow not to stop, begged it to go deeper; she
wanted to know how balls-deep would feel like, she was suddenly desperate to
discover the unknown pleasure of being stuffed beyond bodily limits. |
|
And the shadow
dutifully obliged, its icy tongue swirling around her erect nipples, causing
even more pleasure to arise, contrasting her extreme bodily heat. Gina moaned
and groaned and screamed, the physical laws had stopped applying for her and
pain and pleasure had intertwined into a new emotion she could not
comprehend, but had every intention of retaining and enjoying. |
|
. |
|
"Gina!" Tony
tried, unsuccessfully, the locked door. "I think I heard her, she's in
here." |
|
"Go in!"
Dana cried. |
|
"It's
stuck!" He pushed the door, shoved it, crashed on it with his
shoulder. |
|
"Or
locked?" |
|
"How?" He
dismissed her angrily, still banging on the door with all his might. |
|
"Wait, we need to
find something to..." she took a few steps around, desperately searching
for anything useful. |
|
. |
|
Long thrusts, the
shadow grew impatient from the noise; for Gina nothing existed, her friends'
voices mere static from a broken radio. Insignificant. The pounding
intensified, going in and out in long movements, her pussy widely stretched,
finally accommodating the cock nicely; Gina's body trembled in its restrained
position, her toes curled and numb, her legs shaking uncontrollably. |
|
One long, strong
thrust; deep inside. The cock pulsated deep inside her, flooding her with hot
cum; at the same time, an unprecedented climax—incomparable even to a shot of
the purest junk—overwhelmed her body and mind, as the spasms of her stomach
turned uncontrollable, her thighs shaking wildly; the cock was pulled out, a
waterfall of cum and juices flooded out her gaped pussy, and Gina sighed
deeply, drawing in deep, long breaths, still lost in the realm of the unreal
orgasm. |
|
"Gina, what's
going...are you okay?!" Tony went in first and rushed to Gina, who was
still tied up on the metal bed of horrors, alive and ruined. |
|
"Are you okay,
sweetie?" Dana stroked her hair tenderly; their eyes met for a moment,
and Gina offered her a faint, exhausted, but, entirely reassuring smile. |
|
Tony managed to unlock
the shackles and they helped Gina sit up. |
|
"How are
you?" Dana asked in terror, holding her friend gently from the
shoulders. |
|
"Amazing,"
she said, without the slightest undertone of sarcasm, and the other two
shared a glance of confusion. |
|
"As long as she
can joke?" Tony told Dana, shrugging at a complete loss. |
|
"Should we call
an ambulance?" Dana asked. |
|
"No, no; no
ambulance, no doctors," Gina said in a stern whisper, finally beginning
to regain her composure and mind. "Honestly, I'm good." |
|
She slowly touched her
feet on the floor and, with the help of both her friends, stood up; her knees
buckled at first, but, miraculously, she did manage to keep her
balance. |
|
"See? I'm
alright," she gave them a wide smile. "I'm perfectly fine,"
she picked her pants up and sat on the edge of the bed. As she pulled them
up, she quickly—afraid to be seen by her friends—ran her finger across her
gaped pussy; instantly, a pleasurable tingling shiver overcame her and for a
few seconds she blacked out from the thrill. |
|
"What
happened?" Dana asked worrisomely, after they stepped outside the house;
Gina wore Tony's leather jacket over her shoulders. |
|
"I've no
idea," Gina replied truthfully and stole a final, lustful glimpse of the
house, "but, whatever it was...it was good," she whispered the last
part to herself and licked her lips, tasting ice. |
|
The streets were dark,
only the scattered lamplights breaking the moonless night; Gina paced up and
down, in front of the abandoned mansion. Her head filled with memories and
thoughts, all connected to her previous visit, to the ghost-resident of the
mansion of horrors and pleasures. |
|
Dressed only in a
mini-dress and athletic footwear, she kept toying with the camera in her
hand, twirling her hair; determined to go in, yet terrified at the idea of
doing it alone. How could she, though, have asked her friends to join her? It
was her mission, it felt, and, besides, after last time Dana avoided like the
plague the mansion's neighborhood. |
|
One last, deep breath,
a final drag from the cigarette; Gina, walking steadily despite her
palpitating heart, crossed the threshold of the mansion and found herself
back in the now-familiar dusty living room. |
|
It all came back
vividly; confidently, she climbed the stairs, ignored the creaking of the
rotting wood under her slim frame. |
|
She found the room
wherein she discovered unprecedented enthrallment, sat on the edge of the
metal bed; examined the unchanged room. |
|
Gina hung the camera
on the wall, next to a spiked baseball bat; what the bat was for, or how it
had been used in the past, were thoughts that involuntarily crossed her mind
and were instantly evicted, Gina willing only to accept as facts what she
knew firsthand. |
|
She sat on the metal
table, crossing and uncrossing her exposed legs, caressing softly her thighs,
her breasts; growing impatient, hungry for another round. Nothing happened;
it was all too quiet, too...dead. |
|
She lit a cigarette,
the smoke had no way out and quickly the room was engulfed in a thin mist.
Gina desperately sought for the shadow inside the smoke, but, there was
nothing; a small grey cloud of ancient dust and ashes rose, when she stepped
outside the room. |
|
She wandered into the
other rooms, spending a few minutes in each, hoping for the reemergence of
the ghost; nothing happened. Another cigarette smoked, more minutes wasted;
with disappointment filling her heart, she descended heavily the stairs. |
|
Ready to go out, hit
the bars; find excitement someplace else, just so her anticipation would not
go completely to waste. Alas, she took her dress off, folded it, and placed
it on a small table near the front door. She investigated the other rooms,
opened closed doors; she saw nothing out of the ordinary. Merely abandoned
rooms of a former household; a faint music echoed within the dead walls. |
|
She raised her head,
listened attentively; the dark was complete, she could hardly see in front of
her nose, yet, she followed the music through the rooms, the corridors,
believing it to be a call from the ghost. |
|
She walked through the
half-open door, whence a faint yellow light emitted, without second thoughts.
She descended the stone staircase, holding on to the moldy wall; she stepped
into the basement and gasped. |
|
All alone, yet the
instruments covering the vast space were numerous; each more horrifying and
mysterious than the other. |
|
She walked past the
machines resembling Inquisition torture instruments, her breath growing
heavier with every passing second, her head throbbing. She placed the camera
on one of the instruments in the corner, turned it on. |
|
The light source was a
tiny, trembling phosphorescent lamp in the far-end corner; cautiously, she
approached it. There was nothing around it, but, the music did grow louder
and clearer. |
|
She lit a cigarette; a
battle raged in her mind, with one side wishing to stay and the other to run
away. The smoke came out of her mouth; she saw the harsh, bearded face of the
shadow in the blue smoke. She gasped, dropped the cigarette; she did not stir
a muscle. |
|
She couldn't,
petrified by both terror and joy. Her arms were abruptly pinned against the
wall, she heard inside her head a cruel laughter. She struggled, but to no
avail. Her body grew warmer, she was sweating; naked against the wet from
mold wall, being held by cold, invisible hands. |
|
The shadow moved
nearer, a freezing sensation traversed her body; its cock—as huge as she
remembered it—was up against her leg, reaching down to her knee. |
|
Its hand ran across
her body, the icy fingers sending numbing jolts of pleasure to her brain,
rendering her completely helpless; she moaned, when the shadow's finger
touched her pussy, rubbed and twisted her clit. She bit her lips hard, closed
her eyes; still pinned against the wall, she felt its erection building up,
the tremendous cock growing against her smooth, sweaty skin. |
|
It didn't take long
for the ghost forcefully to push her down on her knees; she opened her mouth
hungrily, her tongue protruding. The cock was rubbed between her breasts, icy
chills across her chest. |
|
The ghost's hand
wrapped around her neck, squeezing gently; the tip of the cock on her warm
tongue, the iciness rapidly declined, and the cock was shoved down her
throat. She took it all in, helplessly, her arms pulled upwards, a cold,
rough boot rubbing her dripping cunt. |
|
She moaned and gagged
on the humongous prick violating and expanding her throat; her eyes quickly
grew watery, drool dripping from her chin and down to her breasts. Nowhere to
go, nothing to do; except, of course, to enjoy the moment, the sensation of
being totally dominated by an unknown force of former evil. |
|
With swift moves the
ghost pushed her small frame away from the wall, towards the middle of the
basement; she remained on the cold floor, panting. She could discern a large,
robust figure coming her way; she did not move. |
|
Cold hands grabbed her
ankles, repositioned her body rapidly and sternly; she found herself bent to
the ghost's wishes, her ankles on her ears. The prick had become slightly
visible, a massive darker shade of shadow slapping her pussy. |
|
An icy, long, yet
caressing, tongue touched her clit, sending more waves of shivers up her
spine. Her fingers went for her hard nipples, rubbing and twisting them in
accordance to the tongue's rhythms. |
|
The cock slapped her
on the back, reminding her thus of its length and capability of going deep;
she moaned and screamed in pleasure, her legs shaking uncontrollably, and she
squirted, while the ghost continued licking and sucking, faster and faster;
another climax followed soon thereafter, Gina already too tired, too pleased. |
|
It was far from over;
she could feel it and, despite the exhaustion, she hoped it'd last longer
than the last time. A thick finger forcefully found its way inside her
asshole; she screamed in pain, writhing and yowling. The ghost did not pay
any attention to her agonizing pleas. |
|
It kept fucking her
ass with its warming finger, faster and faster, expanding the asshole; one
more finger in, Gina's legs shook violently, drew blood from her lips. Copper
filled her mouth, yet, gradually, the pain subsided and was replaced by a
different feeling, something like...an unbeknownst to her sensation and she
adored every second of it. |
|
Two fingers were
thrust in her cunt; the ghost plowed her with both hands, slowly but steadily
increasing the number of thick fingers inside her. Three; four. |
|
She could hardly take
it any longer; stuffed beyond what she thought physically possible, eight
sausage-thick fingers being driven inside her mercilessly. She moaned,
groaned, screamed...did everything but struggle against the rapist ghost,
whose panting had suddenly become audible to Gina. |
|
She smiled, faintly
and in exhaustion; the hard fingering ensued until, in a single moment, all
fingers came out; she did not dare move, change position. She was at its
mercy and that increased the excitement and intensity of every climax. |
|
The tip of the cock
pushed against her gaped ass; her eyes popped wide open at the abrupt
realization, but, there was absolutely nothing to be done. In it went; at
first, gently, then, gradually harder. |
|
The ghost kept on
pushing deeper; every sphincter stretched brought forth a new tenacious
orgasm. Perhaps, it had gone halfway in Gina was in no stand any longer to
discern the ghost, the figure; her eyes shut, her mind lost in a world of
pleasure incomparable even to junk's infamous nirvana!, when the ghost began
the brutal pounding, the heartless violation of her ass. |
|
She reached for her
asscheeks and spread them wide, aiding thus the cock to be driven even deeper
in; there was no pain whatsoever, only the intense thrill of being stuffed
beyond bodily limits, of having a cock pounding her rough and
inconsiderately. |
|
During the constantly
growing in intensity pounding, Gina experienced two more mind-shattering
orgasms; she was moaning low, panting heavily, getting fucked rough and deep,
the ghost's deep breathing reaching her ears, intensifying her pleasure. |
|
It lasted for a long
time; the ghost was insatiable, untiring; Gina had grown weary, her ass sore,
her cunt still dripping. When total exhaustion crept in and she could hardly
take the pounding anymore, the monstrous cock throbbed deep inside her; it
was more than enough to bring forth another violent climax. |
|
Legs trembling,
stomach shaking, lips bleeding; shot after shot of hot cum being deposited
deep inside her. |
|
The cock was out,
leaving her ass agape; the music stopped, the light was turned off. Absolute
darkness, deathly silence. And Gina opened her eyes, sat up straight, and
inserted her entire fist in her ass without a problem. |
|
Worrisomely, she got
up; she stumbled about, still too sore to walk a straight line. However, she
was smiling widely and stupidly, her mind completely overwhelmed by the
series of climaxes. |
|
She crawled up the
stairs, stark naked and with cum gushing out of her wide open ass; she found
her dress, put it on hastily. She stood up straight, drew a few deep breaths. |
|
Still struggling to
walk straight, still in slight pain; it didn't matter one bit. Gina felt
completely satisfied, still sporting a big, bright smile. She glared at the
camcorder she was holding tight, curious as to what was caught on tape. |
|
She walked stumbled
away from the mansion, eager to go home and rest; as soon as her head hit the
pillow she fell asleep and disappeared into wild dreams about the basement
and her next visit to the mansion. |
|
"I don't
know..." Dana rubbed her forehead hard, stupefied. "I mean..." |
|
"You think it was
faked, somehow; don't you?" |
|
"No, I...well,
yes," she admitted with a sigh. "To be honest, I think you're
trying to make a fool out of Tony. For dragging you over there." |
|
"You do remember
the condition you found me in, right?" |
|
"Yes, I..."
Dana surrendered. |
|
"Good. You think
I faked it back then, too?" |
|
"No," she
said steadfastly. "I saw you, you were..." |
|
"A mess,"
Gina added. "So..." |
|
"I don't know,
okay?" Dana erupted. "It's just...too damn insane!" |
|
"Yet, you saw
it!" |
|
"The video
doesn't show much, Gina," Dana said. "It's...well, basically you,
struggling with...yourself." |
|
"You think I
could pull all this off on my own?!" |
|
"No, yes...I
don't know!" Dana got up, pulling her hair. "I don't know what to
think! Yes, the video does seem...impossible to be just you pulling a fast
one on me, and I remember the last time, but, it's still..." She stopped,
drew a deep breath. "Look," she spoke with calm, "even if it's
true, what next?" |
|
"Didn't Tony want
proof that ghosts exist?" Gina protested. "Here you have it!" |
|
"You're going to
show this to him? Or, to the world, for that matter?" |
|
"I don't
know...all I know is..." |
|
"We should tell
the cops; let them raze down the mansion!" |
|
"What?" Gina
leaped up. "You've got to be kidding!" |
|
"You mean, you
don't want the mansion burned down? Despite...everything?" |
|
"I..." Gina
remained silent, lost in thoughts. |
|
"You liked
it," Dana remarked in bewilderment. |
|
"Yes..."
Gina whispered. "I...don't know. It was, different, I guess." |
|
"I hope you're
not trying to convince me to go with you! Especially not after..." |
|
"No, I wasn't
really trying to..." Gina paused. "Okay, yes, the thought did cross
my mind." |
|
"You're
insane!" Dana cried. |
|
"Maybe,"
Gina nodded with a faint smile. "Look, you said it yourself, the video
is not very clear...it will be quickly dismissed as fake." |
|
"So, what? You
want me as witness?" |
|
"No...yes, in a
way. I want someone there; to see it, too! To tell me I'm not crazy!" |
|
"I was there the
first time; you were, indeed, a mess. I can attest to that. And I doubt you
did it just to mess with Tony and me." |
|
"No, I didn't...I
was really...well, attacked by that ghost." |
|
"And you went
back." |
|
"I went back,
yes. Couldn't help it." |
|
"And you want to
go back, again." |
|
"Yes," Gina
lowered her glance to the floor. |
|
"Look, we're
probably both going crazy here; I can't otherwise explain all this,
but...fuck it, let's do it." |
|
"You mean
it?" Gina's eyes beamed. |
|
"No," Dana
chuckled forcefully. "But, if it's going to put your mind at ease, let's
go over there, be done with it." |
|
"Thank you,"
Gina embraced her friend tightly, and with a broad smile. |
|
. |
|
"I swear to God,
man," Fred whispered, "if this is another wild goose chase of
yours, I'm going to beat your ghost-obsessed ass till you turn into a
ghost!" |
|
"Shut up,
man," Tony said sternly. "It's not like that. Not this time." |
|
"Then, why in the
name of fuck are we here?" |
|
"Dana's coming,
with a friend." |
|
"Alright, now
we're cooking! What, a risqué rendezvous in the so-called haunted mansion?
I'm digging it. Who's the friend?" |
|
"Gina, you know
her. And it's not what you think." |
|
"She's hot,"
Fred nodded in approval. "What do you mean?" |
|
"We're here
to...watch out for them." |
|
"Come
again?" Fred raised his voice. |
|
"It's a long
story..." Tony said reluctantly. |
|
"It's about the
fucking ghost," Fred sighed in resignation. "We're wasting a
perfectly good night on ghost-hunting. Motherf..." |
|
Tony hushed his friend
hurriedly, as Gina and Dana came walking down the street. |
|
"Lower your
fucking head," Tony pushed his friend down behind the dense bushes. |
|
"Why's Gina
dressed like a 10-dollar street-whore?" |
|
"As I was trying
to say..." Tony sighed and quickly briefed Fred on the situation. |
|
. |
|
"Something's
different," Gina said, glancing about anxiously. |
|
"What do you
mean?" Dana's voice trembled slightly. "And why the hell did you
dress like that?" |
|
"I told you, it's
part of the...I don't know. It just feels right." |
|
"Right...so, what
are we looking for?" |
|
"We should be
heading down to the basement; it's where it happened last time, but..." |
|
"Yes?" |
|
"I can't hear any
music." |
|
"Music?"
Dana raised her eyebrow. |
|
"Yeah, last time
there was this...music, that guided me down to the basement." |
|
"What kind of
music?" |
|
"It
was...classical music, I think. Nothing I could recognize, but...it had that
vibe." |
|
"Ah-hum,"
Dana frowned. "Where was it coming from?" |
|
"I've no
idea," Gina dismissed her. "It was just...audible. It was seemingly
coming from...nowhere." |
|
"Great,"
Dana sighed heavily. "You do realize you sound even more insane that
Tony, right? Whom, apropos, you were mocking the first time." |
|
"I know, I
know...you'll see, though. You'll see..." She said and pushed the door
leading to the basement open. |
|
"Yeah," Dana
peeked inside and laughed dryly, "I'm not going down there; it's pitch
dark, and there's no music." |
|
"There ought to
have been a light..." Gina scratched her head. "Come, we'll use our
phones." |
|
"You've gone
crazy! What the hell are we going down there for? There's nothing!" |
|
"Come on, don't
be such a baby!" Gina turned her phone's flashlight on and descended the
staircase confidently, anticipation swarming her heart and body. |
|
. |
|
"What are we
doing down here?" Fred asked solemnly. |
|
"I don't
know," Tony said. "I just promised Dana we'd follow them; just play
along. Nothing will happen and we'll all together go to a bar afterwards, to
laugh at all this." |
|
"Wow," Fred
looked at his friend in surprise. "The great ghost-hunter is certain
nothing will happen! Are you finally coming to your senses, brother?" |
|
"Believing in
ghosts and believing something extraordinary will happen tonight are two
different things, man; Gina's spooked, for some reason, and apparently
obsessed with this mansion. |
|
"We're here to
ensure she doesn't do anything crazy." |
|
"And that's the
girl you want me to go for drinks with afterwards," Fred sighed. |
|
"I thought you
dug crazy chicks." |
|
"I do...it's
just...how long are we staying here?" |
|
"Just for a short
while," Tony said, observing the dark basement from the stairs, hidden
behind the wall. "Now, will you shut up? We don't want to be
heard." |
|
"Alright,
alright, I..." Fred gasped. "What's that?" |
|
. |
|
"Gina, can we go
upstairs now?" Dana asked, a tremor in her voice. |
|
"You felt it too,
didn't you?" Gina grinned and glared about, trying to illuminate all
corners. |
|
"Feel what?"
Dana dismissed her, unconvincingly. "It's just...this place is damn
creepy, that's all. What with all these torture instruments and...the story
of the place." |
|
"We're not alone
here, Dana. You'll see." |
|
"What?" Dana
instinctively looked at the staircase; under her phone's flashlight, she saw
two crouching shadows and a sigh of relief escaped her mouth. |
|
"Dana, calm
down," Gina instructed her. "There's...something here, can't you
feel it?" |
|
"No, I..." Dana
lied. She ran her fingers through her hair, panting heavily. Dizziness
suddenly overwhelmed her; groggy, she sat on the edge of the nearest stone
table. |
|
"You're
okay?" Gina asked, calmly. |
|
"Yeah, I'm fine;
can we go now?" |
|
"Few more
minutes; please?" |
|
"What are we
waiting for?" Dana asked, but, did not need an answer to find out. |
|
. |
|
"Should we go
in?" Tony was already getting up. |
|
"No," Fred
pushed him back down by the shoulder. "I think Dana's merely toying with
us." |
|
"I'm not
sure..." Tony said heavily, but, nevertheless remained crouched,
watching Dana being choked by an invisible hand. "Why's Gina not helping
her?!" |
|
"Maybe, she's
onto her, man. Just watching Dana's show, like us," he shrugged, then,
when Dana's blouse was lifted, seemingly on its own, he gasped. |
|
"Now, we go
in?" Tony asked nervously, when Dana's loud scream blared within the
tight confines of the basement. |
|
. |
|
"Help," Dana
pleaded with Gina, who simply stood there, a couple of feet away, her
flashlight directly on Dana. |
|
"Don't fight
it," Gina instructed her in a whisper. "Let it happen, it'll...that
way, you'll enjoy it." |
|
"What?!"
Dana struggled under the cold touches all over her body, the rough fondling
of her now exposed breasts, the icy tongue and lips causing hair-raising
shivers across her neck. |
|
Gina took a cautious
step closer, trying hard, and unsuccessfully, to discern the ghost's figure
in the light. She extended her arm, her fingertips touching a freezing
surface. Instantly, a smile illumined her face and she laid her phone down on
the table beside her. |
|
"Gina,
stop!" Dana demanded, when Gina's fingers ran along her thigh.
"What are you doing?!" She cried, when Gina unbuttoned her jeans. |
|
Gina, lost in ecstasy,
found the ghost's flaccid cock; she stroked it gently, it was getting warm
under her touch. She guided it on Dana's legs. |
|
"What the fuck is
that?!" Dana's jaw dropped, when her hand was guided, by Gina, along the
hardening cock. "Gina, what's going on?" |
|
"Don't fight
it," Gina caressed her friend's cheek and soothingly shushed her. |
|
Gina, gently, pushed
Dana on her back and kissed her softly on the lips. Simultaneously, she
jerked Dana's jeans and underwear down to her knees. |
|
"Relax,"
Gina whispered in her friend's ear warmly, rubbing and fingering Dana's
pussy. |
|
"Please,
stop," Dana moaned; she reached out and kissed Gina, their tongues
commenced the tango and, momentarily, everything else was forgotten. |
|
Dana stopped the kiss
abruptly, when the now-hard, heavy ghost cock landed on her stomach, making
its presence once more felt. |
|
"You'll love
it," Gina reassured her, bit her earlobe. She continued to rub the clit
and grinned, when she sensed the increased moist of her friend's vagina. |
|
"No, no,
no," Dana repeatedly groaned, her eyes wide open, as the cock's head
pushed against her pussy. |
|
Gina still rubbed the
clit, furiously now, planting long, wet kisses on Dana's neck and chest. |
|
"Come!" Tony
commanded his friend and jumped up; Fred did not stir a muscle, mesmerized by
the sight. |
|
Tony rushed to Dana,
who was screaming and crying loudly, the ghost now pounding her hard. |
|
"What's going
on?" He demanded aghast. |
|
"Tony!" Gina
exclaimed in terror. "You shouldn't be..." |
|
Before she could
finish her sentence, Tony flew backwards in the air; he landed hard on the
stone floor, all air pushed out of his lungs. His head bounced badly on the
floor and everything went dark. |
|
Dana noticed nothing;
the ghost's cock stretching her cunt wide open, sending thunderous jolts of
painful pleasure through her body. |
|
Gina—quickly
forgetting all about Tony, who still lay motionless on the floor—kissed Dana
passionately, while still rubbing her clit fast and hard; she smiled widely,
when she felt Dana's body shaking wildly. |
|
Fred finally managed
to emerge out of his trance and hurried to his fallen friend; "holy
fucking shit," he muttered, when he raised Tony's head and felt blood.
"Hey!" He yelled at the two women, but, to them, he did not even
exist. |
|
Gina climbed atop
Dana, raising her skirt over her waist, and started licking Dana's clit,
while watching, in fascination and faint jealousy, her pussy wide open and
ravaged by the invisible monstrosity. She moaned and sighed heavily, as Dana,
out of instinct, tongued her pussy fast and spread her ass cheeks wide. |
|
Dana moved her tongue
in a circular motion fast, thrusting one finger in Gina's ripe asshole. |
|
Gina stuck her tongue
out, licking the invisible cock as it violated Dana; she moved nearer to the
cock, her lips on its rough surface. She let it glide along her lips, while
deeply thrust inside Dana. |
|
Gina's hair were
brutally yanked back, she gasped in surprise; a strong hand went around her
neck. Gina writhed and moaned in a violent climax, as Dana fisted her ass and
tongue-fucked her cunt, swallowing down the dripping juices. |
|
The ghost twisted
Gina's nipples, then squeezed her breasts; another orgasm rendered Gina
completely numb. |
|
Dana screamed in
pleasure, as a deep thrust from the ghost brought upon her yet another
cataclysmic climax; before she could recover, the humongous cock throbbed
deep inside her, unloading a flood of cum. One more orgasm erupted; she did
not even have the strength to cry out anymore, merely panting heavily with
her eyes closed, vanishing into a rainbow of colors. |
|
"What the hell
happened?" Tony asked befuddled, rubbing his throbbing eyes. |
|
He received no reply
and through the blurriness of his vision, he saw Gina on top of Dana, both
trembling and moaning. A nearer, heavier moan reached his ears and turned to
his left; there Fred stood, crouched, jerking off furiously, his tongue
hanging out of his parted lips. |
|
Gina was free of the
ghost's grip and instantly bent forwards, sucking the dripping, visible, cum
out of Dana's gaped cunt. It was salty and sour, but, Gina swallowed down as
much as she could from the rivers of jizz gushing from her friend's flooded
pussy. |
|
Dana kept on licking
and sucking Gina's wet pussy, enjoying every little tremor of her friend's
body. A heavy weight landed on her forehead, her eyes popped wide open at the
realization. Without being told although, she did believe she heard a tiny
commanding whisper in her head, she spread Gina's ass and stared in great
expectation. |
|
Gina cried loudly,
when the thick cock pushed its way deep inside her ass; for the second time
in her life, Gina felt as if her body was about to be split like a log. She
rested her head on Dana's sweaty leg kissing and licking the soft skin, while
being brutalized, the ghost mercilessly pounding her ass hard, each thrust
burying the cock even deeper. |
|
Dana gazed in
fascination at the invisible force gaping her friend's ass beyond what she
thought physical possible; she kept the cheeks spread, offering thus the
violator easier access. Her tongue was on double duty, licking the cock, then
Gina's cunt, then moving back to the cock. |
|
"Shit..."
Fred groaned and his knees buckled; he came hard all over the floor. |
|
"What the fuck,
man?" Tony asked in frustration. |
|
"What?" Fred
demanded; then, his gaze moved to the ghastly scene. |
|
"You seriously
jacked off to..." he paused; the throbbing turned worse, he had to close
his eyes. |
|
"We should get
you to a hospital," Fred, slowly coming back to his senses, said
anxiously. |
|
"We have to save
them," Tony pointed at the two women. |
|
"I don't think we
can," Fred replied coldly. |
|
"What are
you..." |
|
"I'm fairly sure
they don't want to be saved," Fred explained. "Come on," he
helped Tony up to his feet, holding him by the shoulders. |
|
"No, we can't
leave them, we..." Tony lost his balance, nearly fell down. Gina's loud
scream penetrated his aching head and almost made him pass out again. |
|
"I'm holding you,
brother," Fred reassured him, despite struggling with his friend
almost-dead-weight. |
|
Gina trembled under
the severe pounding, each thrust long, deep, and hard; she ran her nails
across Dana's inner thigh, as another mind-shattering climax took over her
body, rendering her helpless. |
|
Suddenly, it stopped;
Dana's lips were on the cock and she sensed it pulsating. She touched it,
feeling the veins pumping hot sperm deep inside of Gina. A wide smile
decorated her face, when cum dripped off Gina's ass and landed on her face. |
|
"Don't look back,
man," Fred told Tony sternly, when more loud cries of pleasure reached
their ears. "You need to see a doctor." |
|
"No, we
can't..." Tony protested weakly. "We have to go back, save them,
to..." |
|
"There's nothing
we can do, move it!" |
|
"No, no,"
Tony said, tears running down his glazed eyes. They reached the ground floor
and Fred dragged him out of the mansion and back into the gradually brighter
streets. |
|
Gina lay breathless
atop Dana, a waterfall of cum and juices being poured out of her gaped ass
and onto Dana's face and chest. |
|
It took them both a
few minutes to catch their breaths and start slowly stirring; Gina climbed
off Dana, lost her balance, and sat on the edge of another table. |
|
Dana sat up panting,
staring about in disbelief. |
|
"What
happened?" Dana heaved. |
|
"I..." Gina
swallowed down hard. "What I said would happen," she offered her
friend a wide, meaningful smile. |
|
"So, you were
right..." Dana admitted, her heart palpitating. "Now what?" |
|
A penny for your
thoughts," Gina said. |
|
I'm just..." Dana
cleared her throat, slowly emerging out of the dense mist of pondering.
"I've just been thinking about the other night." |
|
Makes sense,"
Gina nodded in perfect understanding. |
|
No, I'm not talking
about..." she sighed heavily. "Okay, yes, also about that.
But," her voice turned sterner, "mostly, about the whole situation,
how we can..." |
|
Yeah?" Gina
anxiously asked, after a long pause. |
|
Whether we can turn it
to our advantage." |
|
Come again?!"
Gina sat rigidly up, her expression abruptly changing. |
|
Look," Dana
leaned on her elbows, staring at her friend intensely, "what happened
the other night was...incredible, in one way, but, at the same time, it was
also extremely dangerous. |
|
We could have...been
hurt." |
|
But, we weren't." |
|
No, but, Tony had to
go to the hospital." |
|
He shouldn't have been
there in the first place." |
|
Be that as it may, we
still..." |
|
You don't have to go
back, you know." |
|
That's the problem! I
feel, deep inside of me, that I have to!" |
|
It's quite amazing,
isn't it?" Gina smirked. |
|
I'm not sure that's
the word I'd use, but...yes, sure. Let's go with amazing. At any
rate..." Dana paused again, unable properly to formulate her thoughts. |
|
What is it?" Gina
pushed her impatiently. |
|
I told you, I'm just
thinking of ways to turn this whole situation, what we know and what we
experienced, to our advantage." |
|
You told me that. It's
the how you're not telling!" |
|
It's quite simple,
actually..." Dana drew a deep breath. |
|
. |
|
You're alright,
man?" Fred asked. |
|
I'm bored as hell,
but, other than that, no, I'm not good, at all," Tony replied coldly. |
|
They won't let you do
anything, huh?" Fred chuckled dryly, trying to evade the heated topic
looming over their heads. |
|
Yeah," Tony
nodded. "All I've done these past few days is lying here idle, unable to
watch TV, work on my computer...hell, I'd even read a book, just to kill some
time! |
|
I'm just lying
here...thinking; remembering." |
|
Let's try to forget
that, okay? Maybe, it was just...a bad dream, or something." |
|
You really believe
that?" |
|
No," Fred
admitted heavyhearted. "But, I'd much rather..." |
|
You know what pisses
me off the most?" Tony interrupted him. "That I've got some solid
proof that ghosts exist—and can even give you a fucking concussion—and can't
feel any trace of joy about it!" |
|
Have you talked with
Dana, by the way?" |
|
No!" Tony shot up
from the pillow and immediately reached for his forehead. "No," he
repeated after falling back on the soft pillow. "What is there to
say?" |
|
I don't know...ask her
about that night? About what really happened?" |
|
I think we both know
what happened...and," he coughed hoarsely, "I'm trying hard here
not to remember what you did during..." he stopped, rubbed his closed
eyelids. |
|
I told you," Fred
apologized in a heavy voice, "I don't know why, or...something overcame
me; it felt as if I was looking at myself, from high above doing...yes, and
couldn't stop myself, despite knowing fully well how wrong it was! |
|
I can't explain why
I...you know." |
|
I do want to believe
you, trust me," Tony said, his throbbing eyes still tightly shut,
"it's just...I don't know." |
|
I think it's the mansion,
man," Fred said after a long period of silence between them.
"There's something in there; and I don't mean just the ghost, or
whatever the fuck that thing was!" |
|
I did tell you the
mansion was haunted, didn't I? And you called me stupid!" |
|
I did, yes...can you
blame me? I couldn't...but, now, I've seen it with my own two eyes!
It's...different. And, most importantly, we need to do something, man." |
|
We should burn the
fucking thing to the ground!" Tony snapped his fingers. "Man, you
saw Dana and Gina losing their minds there, right? They barely even
acknowledged our presence; hell, Dana didn't even care for my getting hurt. |
|
It's the whole mansion
that drives them crazy, man; not just the ghost. If we don't destroy it, and
quick, I'll lose Dana, forever." |
|
I know you're
right," Fred finally whispered, after quite some time of inner pondering,
"it's just...it feels wrong, man." |
|
. |
|
We can't do that!"
Gina protested vividly. "It'd be wrong, it'd be..." |
|
You're falling in love
with that ghost, aren't you?" Dana said, half-mockingly. |
|
No!" Gina raised
her voice, then, abruptly, lowered her glance. "I don't know; it just
feels wrong to...use the ghost in that way." |
|
Why?" Dana
shrugged. "If you think about it, we'd be doing it a favor; bringing to
it even more...offerings? I don't know how to call them." |
|
But, charging for
it?" |
|
Why the hell
not?" Dana said calmly. "We'll be offering a highly unique thrill;
an actual haunted house, with the benefits of extreme sexual pleasure. I'm
not denying that the orgasms I experienced there were otherworldly; I just
don't see a reason why we should keep it to ourselves." |
|
What if the ghost
hurts the visitors? Badly, I mean," Gina's mind raced, desperately
coming up with arguments against Dana's plan. |
|
It didn't hurt us, did
it?" |
|
No, but..." |
|
You think we're
somehow special...no," Dana's tone turned harsh, "you think you are
the special one. You believe the reason it didn't hurt me, was because I was
with you." |
|
What if it's true?
Think about it; you felt the thickness of the cock yourself. We shouldn't
have been able to walk for a long time; hell, the way it fucked us, we ought
to have sustained permanent damage! |
|
Yet, we didn't!
Doesn't that tell you something?" |
|
We had sex with a
ghost, Gina!" Dana exasperated. "Yes, we did feel the cock, it was
real enough, but, maybe it's not as solid as...as the real thing. I don't
know. Besides, it's the ghost of a serial rapist, right? Someone who once
fucked to death many innocent women; perhaps, then, its Hell is to be able to
fuck, but not cause the damage that once got him off." |
|
Do you really believe
that?" |
|
I believe it's a very
fair assumption," Dana smirked. |
|
I still don't like the
idea of charging admittance tickets," Gina said in resignation. |
|
You'll still be able
to fuck your beloved ghost, Gina," Dana put her arm around Gina's
shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. |
|
. |
|
Well," Tony tried
to sit up, but, immediately fell back on the pillow, "did you get
everything?" |
|
Yes," Fred put
down the two bags and sat heavily on the leaning chair, near the shut window.
"It wasn't that hard finding them; are we sure, though, we want to go
through with it?" |
|
Absolutely," Tony
said. "Tonight." |
|
No way," Fred
leaped up and placed his hand on Tony's shoulder, pushing him back on the
bed. "You need a couple more days of rest." |
|
Two days may be too
fucking late!" He protested, but lay still on the bed. |
|
That's jealousy
talking," Fred retorted calmly. "Besides," he cleared his
throat, "are we entirely certain burning that thing down is safe?" |
|
What do you
mean?" Tony asked in frustration. |
|
What if the mansion is
what keeps the ghost restrained, in some way? What if, by burning the house
down, we release the ghost to our town? To the world?" |
|
When did you become a
ghost-expert?" |
|
Believe it or not, I
listened, when you talked about these things; regardless of how I felt about
your obsession, I paid attention." |
|
And you believe the
mansion is the ghost's prison?" |
|
I'm just not fond of
the idea of us releasing the ghost of a rapist and murderer to our town;
perhaps, instead of burning the house down, we can just board all the doors
and windows, make it impossible for others to get inside." |
|
I'd much rather
proceed with the burning it down plan," Tony said coldly. |
|
Because of what
happened to Dana, not because you believe it's the most rational
option," Fred scolded him. |
|
I'll do it on my own,
if you're so afraid," Tony whispered scornfully. |
|
Fuck you, man,"
Fred whispered, albeit with a vague smile. |
|
. |
|
I seriously don't
understand why you've started dressing like that!" Dana scolded Gina, as
they walked down the street, garnering the attention and lustful glances of
all passersby. |
|
And I don't understand
why you're dressed like an 18th-century virgin," Gina fired back.
"But, you don't see me making a fuss over it." |
|
Fine," Dana
exhaled heavily, unwilling to pursue the argument further. |
|
You're ready to go
back in?" Gina asked, when they reached the front door. |
|
Yes," Dana gulped
down, looking about nervously, afraid of being seen. |
|
They walked in; the
mansion was dark, despite the bright sun of the outside world. Only few
sunrays were able to penetrate the boards nailed on the windows, with clouds
of dust visible under the yellow rays illuminating the abandoned for decades
rooms. |
|
Now, what?" Dana
asked, her voice suddenly developing a tremor. |
|
It was your idea to
come here in broad daylight," Gina reminded her, with a grin. "You
tell me." |
|
Fine," Dana ran
her fingers through her hair, her heart palpitating. "I suppose, we
better try to find anything that will tell us more about the ghost, the
mansion, the...I don't know," she gave up. "I honestly don't know
why I wanted us to come back." |
|
I do," Gina
patted her friend on the shoulder tenderly. "It's all right," she
reassured her. |
|
Let's avoid the
basement," Dana glared at the door leading downstairs. |
|
Fine," Gina
shrugged. "Should we split up?" |
|
It will be more
efficient, don't you think?" Dana said, reluctantly. |
|
Whatever you say,
boss," Gina agreed; "I'll take this floor, you go upstairs." |
|
Okay," Dana
sighed at the sight of the wooden staircase. "But, you come running, if
I yell!" |
|
. |
|
I can't fucking stand
the waiting!" Tony protested. |
|
We'll go tomorrow, I
promise," Fred said. |
|
Why not tonight? Why
not now?" |
|
You can't go outside,
you dense asshole!" Fred raised his voice, then, instantly, lowered his
gaze. "Sorry; I know you're agitated and that I should be...more
understanding, but..." |
|
It's all right,
man," Tony said, suddenly calmer too. "I know I'm being a pain, I
just...can't take it, knowing that the mansion is still standing, that Dana
can, even as we speak, be there, doing..." |
|
Don't think about it,
man," Fred said, seated under the half-open window, holding a lit
cigarette under the half-lowered blind. |
|
She didn't even bother
come see me!" Tony cried. "Can you believe that? All these years
together, and...she..." |
|
Forget it; forget
her!" Fred blew a cloud of grey smoke under the blind. |
|
Give me a fucking
cigarette," Tony demanded. |
|
Are you sure
it's..." |
|
I don't give a fuck,
even if it kills me; at least, in the grave, I won't be tormented by the
image of Dana getting fucked by a ghost, and fucking enjoying it more than
she ever enjoyed fucking with me!" |
|
Fred, without another
word, handed the pack to Tony, who hungrily took a cigarette out and lit it;
he exhaled the first cloud of smoke with a deep sigh. |
|
It's Gina's
fault," Tony said, after a few good drags. "She took my Dana to
that mansion, to the ghost; it's all that worthless slut's fault!" |
|
What if it's no one's
fault?" Fred attempted to maintain a level of sanity in the
conversation. "What if it's the mansion's fault?" |
|
One more reason to
burn the fucking thing to the ground!" Tony snapped. "Preferably,
with Gina in it!" |
|
Don't get
melodramatic, man," Fred rubbed his forehead. "Besides, what if we
burn the house down and the whole town becomes like Gina?" |
|
We can't simply board
it up!" Tony protested. "Someone desperate enough will find a way
in, no matter what we do!" |
|
Let's go to the cops,
then; or, to the mayor. Let's talk to someone in charge!" |
|
And tell them what,
exactly?" Tony chuckled dryly. "They won't believe us, for
starters; furthermore, what if, instead of shutting the house down, they see
it as a profitable opportunity? |
|
To turn it into some
twisted sexual attraction? A theme park for the sexually depraved?" |
|
You really think
someone would think that?" Fred arched his eyebrows. |
|
Fuck yeah," Tony
threw the cigarette in the plastic cup. "People have tried to make money
out of far stupider ideas and concepts; besides, an actual haunted mansion?
People—like me, admittedly—are willing to spend entire nights in abandoned
houses, just for a chance to capture something paranormal. |
|
Who's going to deny
the opportunity to witness what we saw?" |
|
But...it's not just a
ghost walking around, it's..." |
|
You think Gina, or
someone like her, will refuse a deal of getting fucked by the ghost, for
others to watch? Offer anyone 20% of the earnings, and they'll be game. Hell,
Gina and Dana did it for free!" |
|
I'd really like to
call you a cynic, or something, but..." Fred lit another cigarette.
"You make a fairly good point. There's too much potential for
profit." |
|
So, what's left?"
Tony raised his index finger. |
|
Burn it down,"
Fred resigned. "Unless..." his eyes suddenly beamed. |
|
No fucking way,"
Tony said sternly, effectively putting the topic to rest. |
|
. |
|
What the hell am I
doing here? Dana thought angrily, yet, plenty of answers tormented her mind;
she recalled vividly the last time, the cataclysmic climaxes that had
rendered her body completely numb and had shut her mind completely off. |
|
She reluctantly peeked
into the deserted, dusty rooms; found no trace of the ghost, there were no
sudden breezes, no bizarre sounds only the creaking of the wood under her
feet, no tricks of the light. |
|
After a short while,
and with her heart finally settling down to a more regular rhythm, she
gathered up the courage to start opening drawers and closets, checking under
the furniture and raising the covers meant to protect the old, expensive
furniture from the inevitable decay of time gone by. |
|
She found nothing of
interest; only small, insignificant to her stuff. She wasn't certain of what
she was looking for, after all; she had hoped for a diary, some papers,
anything that would shed some light into the ghost's mindset. |
|
She stepped into the
last room left to be inspected; in the corner she saw the crib. Half-broken,
the wooden legs had rotted away, yet, it was still standing barely. The room
was painted in light colors, there were small drawers, toys from another era,
a worn-out teddy bear lay in the crib smiling at nothingness. |
|
She picked it up,
dusted it off; small shoes in the corner, baby-clothes hung from a wardrobe
missing the door. She glared about, magnetized by the magnitude of the room,
the heaviness of the air. She placed the teddy-bear back in the crib, almost
reverently. |
|
Suddenly, her dress
was lifted high, over her head; without a warning she was pushed facefirst
against the wall and her panties were ripped off in one swift, violent move. |
|
. |
|
As soon as Dana
reached the upper floor, Gina hurried down to the basement; it was
pitch-dark, silent, empty. She turned her phone's flashlight on and, only for
a fragment of a second, discerned shadows on every table, on the walls. A
harem of tormented souls and she heard inside her head their pleas for mercy
and salvation. |
|
She froze; hesitantly,
she touched the first table, but, felt only the cold stone. The voices ceased
to ring inside her head, she gradually regained her breath and composure. |
|
More steadily, she
moved to the center of the basement, waiting for the ghost; the basement was
cold. Her nipples pierced through her crop-top, shivers ran up her spine. |
|
Gina took her top off
and placed it on one of the tables; she sat at the edge of the same table,
glancing about in anticipation. She ran her fingers across her breasts,
slowly caressing her skin, rubbing and twisting her erect nipples. She was
panting, her mouth half-open, tongue slightly sticking out. |
|
Eventually, she
unbuttoned her daisy-dukes, slid out of them; she stood—heart pounding hard
in her chest—bare naked, in only her knee-high high-heel boots. |
|
Suddenly, a chorus of
screeching and yowling erupted, as if a herd of banshees were coming for her,
and the light in the corner was lit; again, she was confronted by the sight
of shadows, only, this time, they were not tied on the tables and on the
walls. |
|
The shadows slowly
surrounded her, their bodies feminine and slim, their faces distorted by
their wide open mouths and fiery, bloodthirsty eyes; Gina took a step back,
breathless and petrified, and stumbled on the table. Cold hands grabbed her
by the arms, the shoulders, the neck, and one of the shadows pushed her down
on the table. |
|
In manners of seconds,
she was chained down in an "X" position, helplessly staring up at
the shadows forming a tight menacing circle around her, screaming their
non-existent lungs out. |
|
. |
|
Dana was on all fours,
her dress still over her head, blinding her; without forewarning, the ghost's
horsecock went in, in seemingly one long thrust that ought to have ripped her
insides apart; Dana screamed, not in pain but in absolute ecstasy. |
|
The ghost was
desperately trying to go balls-deep, but, couldn't; an unknown force
prevented it, hence, it continued the brutal pounding, trying to break Dana
from the inside; every orgasmic cry exiting Dana's lips intensified the
fucking, and every intensified thrust increased Dana's enthrallment by a
tenfold. |
|
Hard, hateful slaps
landed on her ass; her dress was torn in shreds, her hair yanked back
violently. Dana continued to cry out loud in sheer pleasure, the first orgasm
weakening her body, numbing her mind, and causing a fountain of pussy juices
to drench the ghost's cock. |
|
She was being choked,
fucked, hit; the ghost was doing everything possible to cause pain, agony, to
imbue true fear in her. Nothing worked; Dana ground against the cock, helping
it even deeper. In one swift move, the cock was pulled out, her pussy
remained gaped, a flood of juices and cum gushed down on the floor; Dana
remained perfectly still, her mind completely lost in the climax that had
overwhelmed her once more. |
|
. |
|
Two arms were
elbow-deep inside her pussy, punching her cervix mercilessly, while cruel,
icy laughter rang inside her head. At first, Gina had struggled under the
tight restraints, squirming and writhing at the cold fingers and hands
running across her naked body, pinching and twisting her nipples and clit,
slapping every inch of her body. |
|
Now, she had settled
down, her body shivering not from fear, but, from intense pleasure; she
kissed back the invisible mouth sucking the air out of her, the long tongue
slithering down her throat. More hands were upon her, nails driven across her
skin, someone fondled her breasts, squeezing and twisting them cruelly. |
|
A third arm found its
way inside her body; it penetrated her asshole in one brutal move, no
foreplay, no preparation. Gina yowled, first in sheer agony and pain. Rather
quick, however, she accepted, and relished, the three arms fucking her deep
and hard without showing any mercy. |
|
Someone grabbed her
neck, squeezed tight; her airway was blockaded, tears welled down her blurry
eyes. Released at the last moment, when the room began to fade away. |
|
Another demanding kiss
on her lips, she reciprocated eagerly; kisses on every inch of her sweaty,
smooth skin, two fingers rubbing her clit, slaps landing on her face,
breasts, legs, a warm tongue licking her inner thigh. |
|
Two arms now in her
ass, elbow-deep as well; she was being split in half, stuffed beyond all
physical expectations. The ghosts violated both her body and the biological
laws, yet, Gina had no mind to think of the potential consequences, as her
body shattered at the first out of many to come orgasm that rendered her
perfectly numb. |
|
She squirted all over
the invisible arms still punching her insides, still dilating her cunt and
ass even further; there were incomprehensible whispers inside her head, but,
whether they were warnings or advices, she couldn't decipher them, nor did
she care to heed any words of wisdom directed at her |
|
Lost in the world of
pleasure, she climaxed again, and again, unable to stop, to control her body;
plead in loud screams with the ghosts to continue with the violation of her
body, and the ghosts joyfully obliged. |
|
Arms pushed even
deeper inside of her, pounding her faster and rougher, every thrust shaking
her body; tongues licking her body; lips sucking and biting her nipples;
hands slapping her legs and ass; she was wholeheartedly at the mercy of the
invisible ghosts and adored every single moment of it, there was nothing else
to be done, but, to accept yet another earth-shattering climax. |
|
Until she felt a
monstrous, hard object landing on her stomach, which forced her to open her
eyes and stare at it suddenly petrified. |
|
Gina gasped and
struggled, having been released by all ghosts; she could see the wooden dildo
that only a blue whale could accommodate being lifted and pointed
threateningly at her spread-out cunt. |
|
no, no, no..."
she whispered in vain, as the dildo was shoved inside her; a blaring scream
exited her mouth, thundering inside the basement. |
|
The thick dildo opened
her up even more, stretching her insides; and yet, she felt almost no pain after
the initial penetration. An orgasm overcame her, her juices lubricated the
dildo, aiding it go even deeper; she sensed the ghosts' befuddlement, first
as exasperations in her mind, then with the stronger thrusts, the violent
pushes. |
|
Gina did not care; she
knew seemingly a priori she could not be actually hurt. The thrusts were
brutal, the ghosts pulled the dildo all the way out, leaving Gina feeling
completely empty, as if something was missing, then, in they pushed it,
forcefully. The ghosts were searching for a threshold, a breaking point; and
every time they failed, they grew angrier, tried harder. |
|
The only accomplished
result was making Gina tremble violently from a streak of powerful climaxes;
she could not stop herself, control herself. She was incapable of anything
but cry in orgasmic torrents. |
|
And, just as quick as
it had all begun, it stopped; the dildo was out and dropped on the floor,
with a thunderous thumb. There were no more touches upon her body, no
invisible kisses, nothing. |
|
Gina remained on the
table, still restrained, panting heavily and feeling empty and highly
satisfied. The light was turned off and Gina was in darkness. |
|
. |
|
Dana remained in the
same position, naked except for her athletic shoes and bra, spunk gushing out
of her pussy; in one sudden move, the ghost-cock penetrated her
asshole. |
|
Again, she cried out;
again, it was in excitement. The ghost, frustrated, pounded hard, desperate
to go balls-deep. The next orgasm did not take long to rock Dana's body and
mind; more cries and screams. She reached down, rubbing her clit, fisting her
gaped cunt. |
|
Slaps on her ass,
yanking of her hair; the ghost tried everything to hurt her, but, all it
accomplished was to give her additional orgasms; Dana, no matter how many
climaxes had already experienced, would not get sore, nor grow unwilling for
more punishment and climaxes. |
|
. |
|
Will you shut the fuck
up?!" Tony protested vividly. "And stop being so loud!" |
|
All I'm saying, is
that you shouldn't be outside, even at night!" Fred insisted. |
|
Watch it! Do you
remember what we're carrying?" |
|
Yes!" Fred
barked. "I'm doing the best I can; have you noticed I'm carrying almost
everything?" |
|
Fine, fine," Tony
dismissed him. "Almost there; finally." |
|
Why did I listen to
you?" Fred mumbled, but, received no reply. |
|
They reached the
mansion and each grabbed a can of gasoline. Going on different directions,
they spilled the gasoline around the mansion, making sure it soaked the
wooden foundations. |
|
Do you hear
something?" Fred asked. |
|
No one saw us,
right?" Tony asked at the same time. |
|
No," Fred said.
"But, can you hear something?" |
|
Yeah," Tony
nodded absentmindedly. He poured a line of gasoline on the dry ground,
stopped at about five feet away from the house. "Ready?" |
|
Sure," Fred said
hesitantly, then, abruptly, grabbed Tony's hand, preventing him from reaching
for the lighter. "Listen!" He ordered him. |
|
Fuck," Tony
whispered. "Someone's in there." |
|
And they're..." |
|
I think I'm going to
set it on fire, anyway." |
|
No, man," Fred
said sternly. "What if it's..." |
|
Just one more reason
to do it." |
|
What are you talking
about, man?" |
|
You just jerked off
that night, man!" Tony shouted. "You weren't knocked out, you
didn't get a concussion, you didn't watch your girlfriend getting banged by a
ghost, loving every minute of it! |
|
Don't you fucking dare
talk back to me!" |
|
I'm not letting you
burn Dana, or whoever is in there, alive! Don't make me punch you, man,"
he raised his clenched fist. |
|
Alright, you want to
go in, rescue her, become the hero? Be my fucking guest," he motioned to
the mansion. "But, don't expect me to come haul you out, when you get
knocked out cold." |
|
You fucking
asshole," Fred barked, then ran around the mansion and rushed
inside. |
|
You've got five
minutes!" Tony yelled at him, when he ran off, twirling the zippo
lighter between his fingers. |
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