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The door slammed behind me, and I jumped back in fear, breath catching in the back of my throat. I glanced over my shoulder, expecting to see some looming white ghost or those twin girls from that horror movie, but I saw nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Tree branches scraped against the window, creating a grotesque pattern through the messed up and ruined blinds. I swallowed my terror and moved further into the room toward the made-up bed where there were a couple—what seemed to be—indents, as if before the previous owners left, they had sat in these exact spots.
But that was years upon years ago.
Surely, those indents wouldn’t still be there, right?
What was I even thinking? I was working myself up over nothing at all.
I sat down on the bed, immediately jumping back up when I felt something other than a mattress under me. But when I went to move away, someone wrapped their arms around my waist and pulled me back down onto the bed or onto… whatever it was under me. It kind of felt like… legs. Except there wasn’t anything but a mattress. I was sure of it.
Though… when I glanced back at the door to see the lock twist all by itself, I knew I was in deep shit.
The hum of voices drifted through the air again and interrupted the deafening silence. What felt like hands and fingers drifted around my waist and up my abdomen, strands of my hair floating in the air all by itself. I sucked in a breath, grasping the hair to pull it back down but it still moved on its own.
“What’s going on?” I asked, voice tight with fear. “Is someone there?”
Hands moved up and down my body, fingers curling around the hems of my shirt, pulling it in three different directions. I stayed still, unable to move from the firm grip around my waist. The legs under me shifted, so that I straddled the thigh grinding up into me and making me warm in so many sinful places.
I squeezed my eyes closed, my nipples hardening as my shirt was ripped apart and pulled down completely, my breasts falling out of it. “It’s just my imagination. It’s just my imagination. It’s just my imagination.”
When I open my eyes, everything will be back to normal.
But when I reopened my eyes, my jeans were unbuckled and something was fondling my pussy, the impression of a hand pressed against my cloth panties. I let out a piercing scream until someone slapped a hand over my mouth and pulled me back onto the bed; the fingers moving faster against my clit.
“You’re ours now,”someone whispered into my ear.
Both oddly enjoying this and freaking out, I squirmed in his hold. The pressure rose in my core, the fingers moving even faster around my clit in tortuous little circles. Someone squeezed my nipples, and I moaned—fucking moaned—as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through my entire body.
I curled my toes and whimpered, my body finally relaxing against the ghost underneath me. Pussy tingling in all the right ways, I pulled my legs together to displace the intense pleasure pumping through me.
“Who are you? Who isus?” I said in a breathy whisper.
But instead of answering me, one picked me up and placed me onto the bed on all fours, tugging down my jeans and underwear and ripping off the rest of my shirt. The bed dipped in front of me, what seemed to be knees indenting the sheets. Someone cupped my chin, placed something at my lips, and rammed it into me, almost immediately hitting the back of my throat.
I gagged on the cock, spit running down my chin, and glanced over into the rusty bedroom mirror to see the indent of a huge cock in my throat, bigger than I’d ever seen before, something two times the size—both in girth and in length—compared to any guy I’d ever been with.
The good kind of tears welled up in my eyes, my throat closing around the dick. I curled my fingers around the bedsheets and moaned out, my pussy clenching. From behind, someone grabbed my hips and rubbed their dick against my entrance, pushing it inside of me. I threw my head back, the cock falling out of my mouth and slapping against what sounded like a thigh.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, being touched by what seemed to be a dozen hands.
Nipples tugged. Clit rubbed. Ass smacked and grabbed and pulled apart. This felt too good to be freaking real. The pressure was driving me higher and higher and higher. Ghosts were pulling out and pushing into all my holes, slapping their dicks against my tits and making them sway.
“More,” I whispered. “Give me mo—”
Someone thrust a cock back into my mouth, filling me up. Two others lifted my hands and made me wrap them around themselves, stroking. The hum of voices became louder and louder with every passing second. And then something warm filled my throat.
When the ghost pulled out of me, I found my head dropping and his cum dripping out of me and onto the sheets. I gasped for air and glanced up, brows drawn together. “That was it?” I asked, desperate for more.
I didn’t know what it was, but I had never felt better than this.
And, before I knew it, another ghost pushed themselves inside of my mouth, their hand wrapping around the front of my tight throat. Someone brushed their nose against my ear, their lips following.“We’ve lived here alone for twelve years. You’re trapped here until we’re done using you.”
