you go exploring an abandoned house and get fucked by poltergeist
you like to visit empty abandoned houses, often just for the aesthetics and the vibe of a forgotten place. the charm of the silence that surrounds you when you enter the deserted space, hollow and muted by dust and cobwebs, welcomes you into a different time and place.
you do not not believe in ghosts. you’ve never seen one, and you’d be careful to claim to have had supernatural experiences in the places you visit just because the aesthetics lend themselves to such imaginations. but you can’t really find any good reasons to deny the existence of old spirits in places like this, and you would be lying if you said you never wished to have something exciting like that happen somewhere sometime. who knows... maybe this place, today, could show you you’re not wishing in vain.
something feels electric here, intense. like there's a trembling energy in the air that catches on your jacket and buzzes in your ears, even in the dead silence. there's no discernible draft, but your skin still prickles. an odd chill down your neck could be mistaken for a touch of finger tips. maybe it should scare you, especially when that sensation goes on to travel down your spine and circle around your waist like hands taking a hold. but like you said, you’re just intrigued. oh, do your worst!
next thing you know is your jacket being yanked off your shoulders in a surprisingly swift motion, and you feel a pressure encircling both your wrists and ankles, like invisible ribbons tied around them, and you’re hoisted up off the floor to hang untethered in midair. your shirt is lifted up and the hands gripping your waist snake their way up your exposed chest, shamelessly cupping your tits and rolling your fast-hardening nipples with insolent fingertips.
next to go are your shorts, unceremonously unbuttoned and pulled down and off together with your underwear, already stained with a wet spot as they drop on the floor. another pair of hands slip down your abdomen, then, and easily find their way between your spreading legs, fingers venturing to tease around your clit and brush between your folds, increasingly wet and quivering from electrified anticipation as of now.
your laboured breathing being the only sound in the hollow room, you squirm against the touches, trying to get more but being held back by your invisible restraints. the thrill of not knowing what is going to happen next makes your cunt twitch, an the invisible fingers keep working around your wet hole. you can feel them spreading your entrance open, one digit pushing in and stretching the sensitive skin. it it’s joined by a second one the moment your surprised gasp turns into a wanton moan.
the ropes around your wrist pull your arms up in front of you. the ones around your ankles pull up and outwards, making you spread wide, exposed, open to any attention coming your way. the fingers start pumping at a steady pace in your cunt, going two knuckles deep, stretching it your hole wider and curling up, making you whimper and try to clench up around them. you can't help starting to rock your hips down, embarrassing noises escaping your lips as the fingers keep pressing on just the right spot inside.
just when you think you could cum any second, the fingers pull out. you let out a cry in frustration, but the hands on your tits are not letting up for one second, grabbing impudent holds and mercilessly playing with your reddened nipples, keeping you weak and panting. you catch your breath for a split second, just enough for you to wonder if your moans could be heard by any lucky bastard passing by outside. the thought makes you squirm with vague and unexpected excitement, but it is quickly interrupted by the tip of a thick cock pushing in you with no warning or challenge. with one deep thurst it bottoms out, fills you up and starts pounding your cunt with pitiless purpose. strung up and helpless, arching your back against the force is the only motion you still have a sliver of control over, but when another cock impales your ass, your mind goes blank and the only awareness you’ve got left is zeroed to your holed stretching open as the cocks push in and out, bouncing you up and down in your restraints.
blinded by pleasure, screaming for release, you can hear the sloshing of your abused holes and your cunt dribbling on the dry wooden floorboards underneath. on the verge of losing it, your desperate whining also seems to drive the spirits onto the last gear, and they are thrusting deeper, harder, faster, hitting that spot in your core where you’re begging for it the most, and you can feel yourself start clenching, arching, shaking, and a series of squirting fountains spray on the floor, in rhythm with your cunt and ass convulsing around nothing, and the flow of desperate moans escaping your sore throat, echoing the dead, empty darkness.
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