Thread: The Haunted House (HotTexasCowboy & Swirl)

Feeling herself being lifted she tilted her head and looked at the pillows that were now moving under her. Rubbing and massaging her back as she squirmed. Feeling her shirt rise up over her back and revealing her stomach in the process. Now really wondering what was going, she continued to struggle and then watched as another tie and then another separate one tied itself around her ankles. No! Stop! she cried as they were knotted. Struggling she tried to get them undone but it was hard as her legs were spread open. Falling backwards into the pillows rubbing against her back she twisted and squirmed, trying to push the pillow out from between her legs with no success. Causing her jeans to rub up against her clit and cause shivering pleasure to rush through her body. Trying to keep her mind on the fear and the pleasure down she struggled again, her hands coming up to try and grasp something, anything to stop it from tormenting her. A large puffy pillow now appeared and pushed against one arm from the front. It wrapped itself partly around her arm and pushed it back down toward the matresses below. Another big pillow appeared and did the same to her other arm, essentially leaving her trapped on her back, her arms helpless and her legs spread apart. The two small pillows were still at her back, making her arch her body upwards, while the lone pillow continued to rub itself against her crotch. She saw two small cubes float through the door and toward her. When they were close enough, she recognized them as chalk cubes from the pool room, used to chalk up the tips of pool sticks. One side of the six sided cube was the chalk, with a rounded indent to match the shape of the cue tips. The two cubes dropped on her exposed belly, then slithered under the cloth of her shirt and up towards her bra. She felt them wriggle under her straps and move into her cups. And then, the cubes positioned themselves over her nipples and started to rub sensually over her tips. The chalk felt smooth and even warm as the cubes rubbed, twirled, and massaged her nipples. The pillow at her crotch, now free to move as it wished without her interference, rubbed rhythmically against her vulva through her jeans. She tried hard to struggle but there was no point, whatever was controlling the pillows she was not getting out of it. Yelping a bit as her arms were pulled down and pinned against the mattress, her head falling back and her back arched towards the ceiling. Whimpering a little bit she lifted her head as best she could and tried to see what was happening as she felt her shirt move. She hadn't seen what had slithered up her shirt but a few seconds later she felt them rub against her nipples. Gasping a little bit and struggling a bit a moan finally broke from her lips. Feeling the smooth cubes rub against her sensitive breasts causing her nipples to perk a little bit. She had never felt a sensation like that before, it was better than fingers. Although the pillow between her legs was equally distracting. Now pinned, it had access to her core. Pleasure was starting to course through her and she could feel her climax rising. Trying to stifle her moans she struggled and then found herself pushing against the pillow her mind lost in the feeling. The cue chalk cubes continued to rub and twirl over her hardening nipples, seeming to gain intensity and speed as the girl was succumbing to the stimulation of her body. While the pillow was definitely rubbing her sensuously at her crotch, Sophie would gradually become aware of a more pressing sensation. Something harder, a round, solid tube, was now rubbing at her pussy through her jeans. Opening her eyes, she saw that one of the pool cues that had been blocking the door was now pressed against her, rubbing its thick base up and down against her cleft. It was floating in air, as if controlled by an invisible hand, rubbing along her pussy, then it slid up to her waist, her exposed stomach with her shirt riding up thanks to the chalk cubes and sidled under the hem of her jeans. It pressed upwards and snapped open the button clasp, then pushed to force down her zipper. Now it resumed rubbing against her crotch, its smooth thickness pressing and rubbing, up and down, with only the thin layer of her panties between her and the cue stick. She squealed loudly and struggled with renewed strength to try and break the ties on her. Half her brain was telling her to just submit and enjoy it, the other half terrified with what was going on, wanted her to keep struggling. Feeling the new sensation, she lifted her head as best she could and looked down between her legs. Staring in mild fascination at the pool cue, floating above her. Her stomach sucked in as it pushed against her stomach to pull the button from her jeans. A whimper fell from her lips as she felt the thick end push down between her spread open legs and begin to rub against her core once again. It took only a few short minutes for her to start lightly moaning. Her struggling ceased momentarily as she squeezed her eyes shut once more. It was becoming hard to think with the objects using her as they saw fit, and she hardly found it strange anymore that they were. Her brain was drifting to far into the abyss of pleasure that she didn't really seem to care. As Sophie drifted deeper into her arousal, her body writhing against the inanimate objects assaulting her senses, she began to see, or dream, or hallucinate shapes becoming visible around her. White blobs, semi-transparent, as if formed of fog. They gradually took the shape of bodies, male and female. Sophie was surrounded by them, in their midst. They tangled and entwined in shifting patterns, two's and three' and more, limbs moving, stroking, grasping, hips shifting in an age-old thrust and withdrawl. The images, still filmy and pale formed a more blatantly erotic tableau. Lips, tits, and pussies embraced and massaged cocks. Cunts and asses were filled with hard erections and strap-on substitutes. Tongues busily licked at whatever could be found. The misty image of a woman's face appeared above Sophie's moaning head. She was upside down, is if on hands and knees above her. She smiled and her long hair seemed to draw along Sophie's face, but the girl felt no contact. The spirit smiled, both in reassurrance and desire, and her tongue came out to lick at Sophie's lips. This could be seen, but still not felt. Only as Sophie neared a climax did she sense warm breath against her lips. Meanwhile the chalk cubes and the pool cue continued their relentless pleasuring of her body. Even the cushions that held her limbs akimbo seemed to be massaging her. She squirmed hard, trying and fruitlessly resisting against the pleasure assaulting through her body. Through half-lidded eyes she noticed the transparent woman looking down at her. Watched as her silken looking hair splayed across Sophie's face, although she felt nothing. A small whimper broke through her chest as she gave a half heartened yank, half of her brain the one still logically thinking was telling her, she should be fighting harder, and trying to escape. Then the other side, the one over filled with pleasure, was telling it to shut up and let her enjoy herself. Her body was more willing to listen to this part of the brain as her body climbed higher towards a release. Her nipples raw from the rubbing, that only added to the pleasure. Arching her back as best she could, her hips dug harder into the pillows between her legs, needing her release. The ghostly woman seemed to be holding something, and the pair of scissors in her hands were as real and solid as the woman herself was wispy and transparent. The scissors floated down, or were held by the ghost, to slip under the collar of Sophie's shirt, slicing down the center of it, shirt and bra both. Then the ghost used the scissors to shift the remnants to either side, baring the girl's torso. She could now see the chalk cubes rubbing at her nipples, coating them with dusty pale blue as they twirled and shifted to stimulate the swollen buds. The pale ghost wasn't finished with her scissors, however. Now she leaned down further on Sophie's body, the blades slipping under her exposed panties and cutting down the center of the lacy fabric, until her pussy was exposed and open to the manipulations of the pool cue. The rounded rubber end on the thick end of the cue began rubbing up and down along her labia, getting slick in the already present moisture. The female ghost had backed away, on her knees above Sophie's head, smiling down to her. Another filmy image appeared at Sophie's feet. This was a male ghost, naked, with an erection pointing up from its groin as he lowered to his knees between Sophie's spread legs. He moved forward, looming over her on outstretched arms with his hands on either side of her. Oddly, the pool cue seemed to be poking right through him, but when he drew closer, the cue was lined up directly with his cock. When he used one hand to rub his glans along her labia, the cue was rubbing her in the same motion. And when his hips pressed and pushed his cockhead between her lips, seeking the entrance to her core, the pool cue did the same, parting her thickened folds and easing open the muscles guarding her vagina. And when the ghost's hips began to pump slowly down between her thighs, the pool cue was pressing its thickness inside her. This was just torture, as Sophia struggled a little more. Lifting her head when she saw something floating, she noticed the scissors and immediately tensed, feeling her shirt, her only shirt mind you, being cut from her body. Hey! she cried out as it was flung open, revealing her 32-B breasts which were being stimulated by the chalk, the nipples hard and seemingly loved every minute of it. Her whole body felt like nerves as she then watched the woman move the blades down and cut off her panties. She swallowed thickly as she watched her body become bare for these spirits and the inanimate objects they controlled. What surprised her the most was the pool cue that was hovering between her legs, where she could see the shape of a man between her legs. Oh god. she whimpered, her body shuddering as it was quickly covered in her lube. With the pillows underneath her, she could not arch her back and was technically immobile. Lifting her head, she stared up at the ghost and then felt the pool cue push itself as far as the ghost pushed in. A moan breaking from her mouth as she curled her toes with each thrust. She couldn't believe that this was happening, nor how good it felt. How long had it been since she was taken like this? Well not like this, but any sign of intercourse? Figuring she had no way out of it anyways, she laid her head back and let herself enjoy it. Her tight muscles clamping around the pool cue and sucking on it greedily. The male ghost and the pool cue moved as if the cue was connected to its body, substituting for his cock as he fucked her. His hips controlled the rhythm, depth, and speed. When he shifted, the angle of the cue shifted with him, sliding into her wetness to concentrate against different parts of her inner sheath. Sophie was being fucked strongly and deliciously, and whether it was by an inanimate ghost or an animated object didn't seem to matter. The higher her pleasure climbed, however, the more substance the foggy creatures seemed to take. The milky woman had laid aside the scissors with which she had cut away Sophie's clothes and now knelt above her head. There was a hint of warmth against Sophie's arms where the woman's legs would be pressing down upon them. She arched her back and curled down toward the girl's head, the ghost's lips forming a broad smile as they neared Sophie's. The hint of breath against her face... was that from the ghost, or her own heaving pants from the male ghost's lovemaking? Was there a soft, moist brush of lips upon her own? Drawing back slightly with a lascivious smile, the ghost's face moved down the trapped girl's upper body, and one of the chalk cubes suddenly dropped away, leaving her fiercely erect nipple suddenly missing its presence. The woman's tongue extended, started flicking back and forth over the nipple, and there was now definitely a presence there, lightly caressing the straining tip. Above her eyes, Sophie could see the woman's own breasts hanging down over her face, the globes firm and the nipples hard thimbles. The woman shifted her shoulders and bowed her back, and there was the hint of the puckered nipple brushing across her lower lip. The woman lifted up, moving her face back to look into Sophie's. She dipped beside the girl's head, a heated, shuddering breath tickling teasing against the teen's earlobe. And she heard a very soft whisper. The more your pleasure mounts, the more we return... If she had more to say, it was interrupted by a fierce flurry of thrusts from the male ghost at her groin, the pool cue invading her deeply, rubbing her in just the right places, while the male take on an expression of impending ecstasy.