Haunted houses. Why did it always have to be haunted houses? A young cheetah anthro opened up the door to the house of Luln, a house supposedly cursed by several ghosts who had their body parts removed for several reasons, several unspeakable horrifying reasons. Although as the cheetah explored this house, he was not finding anything that seemed that unspeakable. He had expected to find cleavers, bloody knives, disembodied parts hanging on the wall, but instead he found... just an empty house. An empty house that looked very modern, just a little on the dusty side. "Okay, so it is all for fun. Stupid internet lying to me about this place."

Not that the cheetah believed in ghosts anyways, yet he had expected to find something in this otherwise normal looking house. He decided to make a beeline for the basement and, flashlight in hand with a bag full of supplies, he rushed to the basement and turned on the light. The house was still so new that it somehow had electricity despite the fact nobody was living in it. The logic was strange, as he had no idea who was paying for it, but oh well. "Any ghosts down here?"

Silence. The cheetah was starting to get a bit bored now. He noticed a book tossed on the ground and open to a certain page. With a smile on his face, he shut the basement door behind him with his foot and skipped down the creaky wooden stairs. The basement itself even had a light, but he didn't care. "Is it open to something demonic?" He asked hopefully. He glanced down at the book and read the passage. "No Sam I do not like Green Eggs and... well that's kind of demonic depending on who you ask." Still not quite what he was looking for.

Just as he looked at the book, the cheetah felt a strange hand brush behind him. His fur quickly stood up on ends, just as fast as he turned to see... nothing. "Huh? Are there ghosts? You know, be awfully cool if there were!" He shouted, as if trying to encourage something, anything to happen. The small brush was alarming, but it also felt... strangely good.

The cheetah soon felt another hand brush up against his backside, followed by another, and then another. Unaware to the cheetah, a small purple portal opened up at his feet. The cheetah was too busy trying to find out where the hands were and by the time he looked down it was too late. Two purple goopy tentacles grabbed him by his ankles and kept him firmly in place. "Ack. Okay, I was hoping for a ghost, I didn't need a ghost to hold me in place!" Not that he was sure what he would have done when he found a ghost. He intended to snap a picture and maybe a few other things, but tentacles were not part of the deal!

The tentacles raised him up into the air slowly. The cheetah fell forward and tried to grab the tentacles to pry them away ,but another set from above grabbed his wrists and pulled him back up into an X shape, spreading out his body wide. 'What are they going to do? Am I going to join them? This house is far too boring for that!' The cheetah anthro thought to himself. He then saw it, two disembodied hands approached him, and he had the strangest feeling that the hands were very delighted to see him.

"Um... hello?" The cheetah spoke with a nervous chuckle, but the ghost hands quickly put a finger over his mouth before they then started to undress him. They started with his bag and then his shirt. The tentacles turned the cheetah's body as they needed in order to get his clothing off, letting go of the cheetah only briefly in one spot so the shirt could be pulled off by the hands. Then, the shirt pulled off his pants and underwear.

The cheetah watched in humiliation as the hands removed his clothing. He had only read up a little bit about this ghost, but he knew the ghost wasn't that perverted! Well, he thought the ghost wasn't that perverted. Where did the tentacles come from? He saw no signs of demonic forces at work, yet the tentacles around his legs curled up around each of them while two more appeared, slowly stroking his soft beanies, his paw pads. "Ahn... h-hey!" He wiggled fruitlessly, though his shaft, now fully exposed to the world, pulsed to life excitedly. He'd never admit it, but this entire ordeal was... arousing.

With his clothing gone, the cheetah anthro began to sweat. His heart pounded while the tentacles continued to hold him tightly. The other tentacles around his arms slithered down and freed his hands, but any attempt to use those digits wouldn't help him. The tentacles were slippery and slimy to the touch. He heard slick wet sounds while the tentacles held him, warm soft tentacles. He feared for his rear with the way the tentacles were behaving, but his eyes locked onto the disembodied hands that stroked his body sensually, examining every little bit of himself, stroking him and feeling his soft fur. "You know, you could just let me go and I'll get out. I believe in ghosts now! I don't need you to do... whatever it is you're planning on doing!"

The hands soon reached his genitals and stroked his cock and balls slowly and sensually. One hand held his testicles while the other stroked the shaft. It looked as if the hands were at first giving him a handjob, that was until one hand placed two fingers above his cock and balls and two under. The other hand held onto his sex as, with a small 'snip' and tug, the cheetah's cock was effectively removed from his body leaving him genderless. While one hand cradled his sex, the other hand stroked his rear and then his chest, as if to smooth out the rest of his body that identified him as having any sort of sexual parts about him.

The cheetah let out a sharp gasp as it so effortlessly removed his gender and smoothed out his body. His rear, his nipples, any part of him that one might consider sexual, removed. He shook his head in disbelief, but at the same time he felt the hand holding onto his shaft. "H-hey! Give that back! I-I need that to pee!" He wondered if it could even orgasm, or if he could for that matter. His toes wiggled with his hands in some attempt, any attempt to flee, but to no avail. "Y-you can't keep me up here forever!"

The hand from before reached up and pressed its finger up against the cheetah's lips again. The cheetah feared it might flat out remove his face and turn him null entirely, but rather it went to his toe beans, his paws, and began to stroke them sensually. A third hand appeared and stroked his other paw while another hand stroked his shaft, the shaft that had split from his very body. He noticed the hands were taking very good care of his shaft, but at the same time they moved it up against the cheetah and brushed it against his paws, as if to tease his cock with his own paws, a task nearly impossible for most, and definitely impossible to be this thorough. 

"L-let... ahn... let me go!" His entire body felt as sensitive as his cock! It was bad enough that the hands removed his shaft, but rubbing his shaft on his paws, his paws which had a massive amount of sensitivity now made it so much worse! He felt as if he wanted to orgasm, but he couldn't! His toes curled around that cock as it pulsed and throbbed, and he felt himself hold his own cock, but he couldn't cum from it! Was that the curse? He understood why so many hated being locked out of orgasm and forced to endure increasing rounds of pleasure. "I'm not... ahn... can't... stop!"

The hands and tentacles didn't relent. One other tentacle grabbed his long tail and striked it sensually, stroking it from the base of his now genderless crotch all the way to his brown furry tip. Another stroked his face while another stroked his genderless crotch, showing that he was still very sensitive down there. The hands moved the cock away, but the stroking of his body didn't relent, stroking every part of him, treating him as if he were nothing more than a stuffed animal, but in the hands of a caring toddler, stroking him and treating him as nice as they could, while also holding him so tight that escape wouldn't be possible.

The cheetah wondered how long the tentacles intended on keeping him here. They took his phone, his clothes, everything. The basement had no windows and while there was a light, the hands quickly turned that off. He had no way to pinpoint the passage of time. He floated there, stroked and treated like nothing more than a toy, forced to feel the pleasure of tentacles and disembodied hands on his body. "Ahn..." He mumbled. The pleasure continued to rise with no end in sight, no way to relieve his growing arousal that seemingly had no peak. 'What can I do?' He thought to himself, but he had very little ideas. He had told his friends where he was going in case something had happened, but he doubted anyone would come looking for him. He briefly glanced around for the hands that held his sex, only to find it long gone. With a blush on his face, he curled his fingers together to think of one last way out.

The cheetah took a deep breath and relaxed his body. He did his best to ignore the pleasure within him, and it was hard. Was this even NSFW if he had no genitals to speak of? Logic aside, he closed his eyes and focused. He'd let his arms and legs stretch out and then he'd pull them in slightly, just to see how much leeway he had on those tentacles. The disembodied hands were one thing, but the tentacles coming out from the portals were his main enemy. If he could get away from those, then surely the hands wouldn't be a challenge.

With one hard pull, he coiled in his arms, legs, tail, and head as best as he could into a ball. He heard the tentacles stretch and, while he pulled in his body, he slid his hands out from the tentacles and quickly pulled himself free from the ones that held his legs. He fell to the ground on his nullified rear with a soft thud and, rather than spend time contemplating what the hell was going on, he rushed out. One tentacle held his tail, but he pulled the tentacle to his face, bit down on it hard, and watched as the tentacle coiled back. "Should have nullified my lips while you had the chance you stupid thing!" He called out with a huge grin on his face before he raced out of the basement. His heart pounded and he barely understood where he was going, he just had one thing on his mind, escape.

The cheetah scrammed out the door to the basement, stumbled on the carpet but quickly recovered and rushed out of the house. The moment he got out of the house he had time to recuperate and realize just what had happened. The pleasure in his body was slowly dwindling, but he was without his cock, his rear, his nipples, he was a featureless cheetah, and he... liked it? His face flushed while he panted heavily. He turned back to the haunted house, and then in front of him. He was thankful nobody had noticed him, but one glance back at the house and he saw one of the tentacles from earlier, beckoning him back inside for more... joyful times. It was true, he did like it a lot, even if he was held there against his will, but the pleasure he got was the most he had ever received, and being unable to orgasm just meant it would have been never ending. With a gulp of air, he pulled himself up, and looked back at the haunted house. He knew he had just escaped, but he had to go back in! He had to get his cock that was still in the house!
...yeah. That was it. He had to get his cock, and nothing more. With a deep breath to try to recover his stamina, he walked back to the door. "Okay, I'll come back, but this time... I'm making a safety word."
