I haven’t captured any real ghost activity yet, but tonight will change that. In the morning, after my hellish ordeal has passed, I’ll catch the curtains by the closed and locked door rippling and flowing, as if by the wind. Impossible.
The covers are pulled away from my form, and I awake to the chill of my hotel room, although the late spring air outside is warm and comfortable. I can feel something in the room with me. It feels so close. I try to calm myself with deep breaths, looking around the room, cast in an otherworldly red glow. I feel the hard and fast grip of something around my wrists and feet, a presence pulling me to the bed, holding my arms above my head and spreading my legs wide. I always go to bed without underwear and this invasive act has me completely exposed to the will of whatever is present. I feel the fabric of my night shirt pulling up over my breasts, exposing me even further. I try to wake myself – perhaps it is a dream – but the next touch is between my legs, right against my spread pussy, and the intrusion that follows fails to bring me into reality. This is my reality: tied without ligatures to a bed, penetrated and taken by a ghost.
I cry out, begging for help, for it to stop, but I know my cries can’t be heard, not by this creature and not by anyone else. I am alone with it, being hard fucked by it, it’s probing member is deep, deep inside me and I can’t help but accept it. Its strokes are long and hard and I try not to, but I cum. I cum against its harsh thrusts, and as I finish my powerful but unwanted orgasm, I feel the grip on my ankles loosen. I kick out, pulling against my wrists but they are still firmly held in place. I beg for release but my pleas only result in the specter flipping me over, taking me from behind. I swear I can feel and smell its hot sulfur breath as it rams into me. I am crying out, helpless against its persistent, ramming cock, until I feel it swell within me. I feel the powerful grip lessen. Dazed, I lay motionless, looking around my room. I can feel a wetness leaking from my hole, and I can’t quite discern if it is me, reluctantly wet and thrilled by the horror of my ordeal, or the sinister cum of the incubus
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