2 comments/ 32485 views/ 25 favorites Rebecca's New Haunt By: runningwind Rebecca sighed with exhaustion as she finished carrying the last box up into her bedroom. She'd just moved in after closing a few weeks prior. The house was a mess, not just because of the mounds of things that needed to be put away but because it hadn't been inhabited in some time. The previous owners hadn't lived there in some time, so there was a fair amount of disuse that had settled across the property along with a general sense of unease. It would take a lot of work to get her new home up to par. She considered herself lucky for having been able to buy this place. It had been on the cheap and she suspected there was a lot wrong under the surface, but she didn't care. Having recently escaped a loveless, sexless marriage to a man with no sense of humor and no passion she was glad for a fresh start. One that happened to be hundreds of miles across the country. Being married to Jim had been boring, painful and stifling. They married too young and he was too occupied climbing the ladder to care about his wife at home. He wanted something traditional like a stay at home wife raising his kids, making him dinner. But Rebecca had always been too free spirited for that and the chains of marriage soon worn thin on her. At 5'8 she was slender but with an amazing figure, full and sumptuous breasts that longed for a man's touch and an ass that made any pair of jeans look like they had been painted on. Things between them broke down and after drawn out legal battle, she was here in this dusty room with nothing except her recently made up bed. Abandoning the unpacking for now, she pulled off her shoes and pants and sprawled on her back against the cool sheets. She ran her fingers through the tumultuous tangle of her curly black hair. The men from the moving company had just left and she couldn't help but think of the younger of the pair. She'd seen how his eyes tracked over her body, felt his stare as she bent over invitingly at the waist to lift some of the boxes. Rebecca remembered the chill of goosebumps up her arms when he 'accidentally' rubbed against her. She couldn't help it that the overt flirting made her utterly drenched and wanting. In the privacy of her bedroom, she began to rub her fingers against the smooth, barely there fabric of her thong and indulge her fantasies. She imagined him putting his hand onto her back, pushing forward and taking her forcibly from behind. Soon they pushed the scant material out of the way and she was pleasuring herself, gliding along her pussy lips and flicking her clit gently. But suddenly there was the sound of something falling, crashing in another part of the house. It startled her mid-moan and she set sat up, fingers slick as the sensation that someone watching her began to settle in. But rather than frighten her she felt unduly aroused, even more wanting than before. Still sitting up, she began to fuck herself with her fingers more thoroughly as her eyes drifted closed. The feeling persisted and she almost didn't notice the faint touches of a cool breeze but it made her nipples rock hard and they ached in the confinements of her tight t-shirt and bra. Rebecca had to stop the steady pump of her long fingers and pull her top off, unhooking her bra and allowing her breasts to spill out. The chill wind drifted over them and she swore the touch of it felt deliberate. Rebecca's blue eyes blinked open but there was nothing to see in the room, just herself naked and masturbating on the bed. But she could feel the presence of some other thing and it intensified as the curtains blew and a pressure mounted on her body. It literally mounted her body, suddenly and intensely forcing her back onto the bed. Her hands were dragged up behind her, pinned above her head on the pillow. Her squeal of terror didn't last for long as the cool, invisible presence pushed her legs roughly apart. It was invading her, unseen but as real as any man. She tried to fight back but couldn't close her legs or protect her soft, vulnerable pussy. Soon the sensation of an ice cold cock, hard as steel pushed inside of her. Her scream turned to a moan even as she resisted the invasion. It had been too long since she'd been satisfied and she couldn't stop her reaction, whatever this thing was it was filling her completely as it thrusted purposely into her slick cunt. It was possessing her. Without realizing it, she began to push back and writhe on the bed. The feeling of cool wind from earlier returned, torturing her nipples and keeping them hard and sensitive. It fucked her roughly, making her breasts bounce on her chest and as that happened, she felt the bite marks. And she could see the indentation of teeth in her skin, but see no person leaving them. It horrified her and aroused her all at once. She came hard around the cock she couldn't see, her orgasm exploding and racking her body as she gave in to this controlling, abusive spirit. She knew in that moment, she'd give anything to have more of it. A pressure mounted in her pussy as the last shudders wrecked her panting, gasping body and that's when she felt it blow inside of her. Which hardly seemed possible since she couldn't even see the being. But there was no denying the hot gush of liquid that came spilling out of her cunt, soaking the bed and christening it with their combined fuck juices. Then it was withdrawing from her, the pressure moving up her body and over her chest, straddling her. It was difficult for Rebecca to breathe when the being slapped its cock across her face. Without thinking, she opened her mouth in a gasp and that's when the cold, invisible dick shoved its way roughly inside. It had been such a long time since she'd serviced a man with her mouth that she gagged in surprise, choking around the thick invisible length of her attackers shaft. Where normally she would feel the heat and sweat of balls and pubic hair pressed against her face, she felt nothing. Just sweet coldness as she was forced to heat this creature's cock up with the saliva of her mouth and press of her tongue. There was a presence of fingers sinking into her dark hair, tugging it violently forward as she gagged and moaned around it. She found herself willing to give anything just to get more of this. It was long before she began to eagerly suck on her attacker, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of cock in her mouth. Then, just as suddenly as it had taken her by force and fucked her, it was gone. Withdrawn. Her bedroom was silent except for the sounds of her pitiful pants and moans. And of course, this: "You're mine." Rebecca's New Haunt Ch. 02 Her sleep had come to her more easily that night than would have been expected. When she woke up in the morning, she felt tender and sore in all the pleasant ways one might expect after having a good fucking. But she couldn't accept what had happened the night before. That some invisible intruder had used her was just unthinkable and insane. Mostly insane. Her fingers crept down to her pussy where she fingered her still sensitive folds, feeling all that extra dampness that wasn't just from her. It was slimy and salty, with that tangy taste that can only come from a man's cum. But it had to be just from her. It had to be. Because the reality of anything else was more than she could accept right now. So for the time being, Rebecca pushed all thoughts of what had happened to the back of her mind. But still it would creep in, flashes of that hot, degrading and terrifying encounter causing her to stumble all over her thoughts. She found herself more desperate for sex and touch than she had been before she got to the house. Days passed into a week and then two weeks. Nothing happened during that time to arouse any real alarm. Except occasionally she felt as if someone had brushed past her and in those moments she had experienced the most intense of her flashbacks. She would have no other recourse then but to relieve the tension with her fingers, working herself to orgasm wherever she was in her home. Watching tv, against the counter as she was interrupted making dinner, in her car in the garage. It didn't matter as long as she got that sweet relief, even if it did feel like someone was watching her. She ignored those feelings. She couldn't push aside those needs. And that's what landed her back at her creaky old house two weeks later, in bed with a man named Bryan that she'd met at the bar after work. He was exactly what she felt like she needed. He was tall and broad shouldered, not classically handsome but with a strong jaw and plenty of sexy stubble. After a few shots of whiskey she let him drive her home. Then she let him passed her doorway, up the stairs and soon he was naked and she was down to just her skirt and bra. With him on his back against the rumpled sheets, arms under his head as he enjoyed the sensation of her wildly riding him and tits bouncing, threatening to spill out of the cups restraining them. Rebecca was caught up in the moment, but not so caught up that the feeling of an ice cold hand onto her back didn't shock her. She gasped, which her partner took as one of pleasure. Then there was pressure and the sensation of being urged downward. "Don't. Say. Anything." The voice harshly whispered into her ear, cruel and demanding. The position she was pressed down into made it hard to bounce, but she rocked on her partners rock hard shaft, mouth pressed to his ear and neck, panting heavily. She squeaked once more when she felt that frozen cock again, pushing up against the tight entrance to her ass. Her breath quickened and she moved her hips quicker to try and escape, but it just created more delicious seductive friction. The voice chuckled just before it jammed its way into her asshole. She cried out, but to her new sex toy from the bar it sounded exactly like she was on the verge of cumming. She wasn't yet, but the very idea that it was spurrned him on. Bryan began to fuck back into her pussy as the invisible attacker continued to ravage her ass, brutal in the way he plowed into her. All she could do was cling on and groan into his ear, nearly delirious from the pain and pleasure of them mutually using her. "Slut." The voice called her and she felt her cunt tighten and become even more moist from the naming calling. Rebecca couldn't help it, she was enjoying this more than she should or could even explain. Bryan pushed her away then, gasping. "I want to fuck your tight ass." He told her breathlessly as he moved out from underneath. She felt a stab of panic, the other one was already in that hole. But as if on cue, the cold hard cock withdrew just as the living man grabbed her hips and aimed his cock at her asshole. When he slipped inside with little resistance, he laughed mockingly. "Oh, what a slut! You're loose. How many men have you been letting fuck you like this?" She couldn't even find the words to protest, almost never! And she'd never had two at the same time. That he didn't have to fight his way in didn't seem to turn Bryan off, if anything it made him ride her even harder. "I guess I better give you a good fuck then. So you'll remember me from all the other dicks that have been in you." She moaned through the haze of all the alcohol she'd had earlier and the degrading insults. This was like that another night, a dream. It couldn't really be happening to her, just like that other thing couldn't. Rebecca was beginning to doubt her own judgement even as she fell down the rabbit hole of desire and submission. She wanted to beg for him to give it to her harder, she was on the cusp of giving in. He grabbed her hair just then and yanked it back, causing her mouth to drop open. With her lips parted and a lustful cry about to escape them, she found herself gagged. That cold cock rammed its way down into her throat and she was being taken from both ends. Her ass was being ridden by a sexy but complete stranger and she was now servicing the invisible assailant. "That's right, take my cock in your mouth. Gobble it up while he fucks you." Only able to get out garbled moans and grunts, she pushed her ass back to take his dick even deeper inside of her. How was it possible that Bryan couldn't tell he wasn't alone in screwing her? There was a sting and it felt as if a hand had slapped her face. "Good girl. Whenever you bring someone back here to fuck from now on, I'll be screwing you too. Get used to being double teamed on your knees." The voice sounded like he was enjoying himself, enjoying how humilating this was for her. Bryan's grunts intensified behind her as she sucked on the dick in front of her, drool running down her chin as her eyes watered. "Finger your cunt. I want you to cum when he does." He commanded her. Rebecca obediently slipped her fingers past her stomach and between her legs. It was all she could do to keep balance as she was rocked back and forth from either end. She flicked her clit and began to rub, faster and faster as the two cocks ravaged her. Bryan's balls were slapping against her pussy, the only bare contact he had since he was wearing a condom. He leaned over her back, digging his nails into her hips. "I'm going to cum in her ass, you fucking bar whore." He whispered harshly as the voice laughed. They pushed her over the edge and she began to twitch, the spasms of her orgasm tightening up her asshole and pussy. She almost choked as the cock in her mouth exploded down her throat and she gasped for air when it withdrew. Bryan blew his load while inside of her, filling up the condom with his hot seed. "Next time, you fuck them bare. You leak cum out of all of your holes." Her new master told her as she began to sink into the mattress, exhausted. Rebecca's New Haunt Ch. 03 When Rebecca's mind wasn't overcome with a desperate desire to be fucked senseless, she was able to piece things together. From the two prior incidences it became clear to her that whatever spirit was lurking in her home could only perform at his full potential every so often. He just wasn't strong enough. In between, he tortured her by getting into her mind and arousing her passively throughout the weeks. Maybe that was even how he grew powerful enough to materialize and fuck her, by sucking away at her energy. An incubus maybe? A demon? Lately she'd been having dreams of him, intensely arousing dreams that left her wet and gasping. They weren't just sexual however, they were leaving her hints. Images of him as a real man and not just a spirit. But somehow, the man didn't look exactly right. He appeared washed out and tired, more corpse than living man. This frightened her and made her curious all at once. She wondered if he was trying to communicate some kind of message to her while she slept at night. The dreams became more vivid as the days crept by and without knowing when the connection was made, Rebecca found herself on the internet researching necromancy. What she learned from various crackpot websites was that there was a ritual she could invoke. It involved all manner of terrible, disgusting and vile things. She would need to make some kind of 'sacrifice' in order to animate the recently buried (had to be fresh) body and keep it active long enough for the spirit to possess it. What a sacrifice involved varied wildly from site to site. Some claimed it had to be a blood sacrifice while others said she could give up her own body after invoking a specific incantation to get things started. Rebecca felt violated for even considering this. Wasn't this necrophilia? There couldn't possibly be anything more taboo! Regardless, the thought stuck in her head. And then it came to her in dreams and soon, she was planning her next move. ~~~~ She'd watched and carefully plotted her trip the cemetery. The man who'd been buried only hours earlier met her requirements. He was the same age as her, handsome and rugged. Despite being athletic some freak heart problem had to led to an early death. In the late hours of the night, she arrived with a shovel and began to dig down. The only hitch to her plan was how she would get him out of the hole, but she'd brought rope and hoped to haul him out that way. She even knew when the grizzled graveyard keeper fell asleep, so she didn't have to be worried about being disturbed. Except that she did. She'd made it all the way through the soft dirt and was prying open the casket when the bobbing glow of a flashlight shined down on her. She felt her throat constrict and she couldn't even make a sound as she stared up at the man looking down at her. "Well, well. What do we have here?" The older man asked, sounding smug to have caught her. It wasn't the outrage that she would have expected. That made her even more nervous. "I- I need his body." Rebecca stuttered, not even able to come up with an appropriate explanation for what she was doing. Was there even one? A little voice told her no, she wondered if that was her conscience. "Yeah, I've heard that before. I've heard it all girly. Get up out of that hole. Now. Or I'm calling the cops." He fixed her with a firm look, even as his lips were twisting into an evil smile. Obediently she climbed out, her thoughts racing. "Please, please, please don't call the police. I didn't think this would hurt anyone. Please, if you'll just let me go I won't come back ever." Rebecca begged, using her best wheedling voice. "Mmhm." The old man started, staring at her with that lecherous smile. His eyes seemed to already being undressing her, ogling her flesh. He patted the front of his pants. "I think we can come to an agreement. You take care of me... I don't call the cops and afterwards, I just leave." There was a pointed looked at the hole she stood in front of. Her stomach twisted as she looked at his salt and pepper beard, his worn clothes and tired face. He wasn't someone that she'd let fuck her normally. "Oh, please don't ma-" He stepped forward, pressing a surprisingly strong hand onto her shoulder and forcing her down. "Keep saying please. I like it when a girl begs." His laugh was awful as her knees hit the dirt and he unzipped his pants. His cock was already hard, bursting out and springing into her face. She was surprised by the length and girth of it. Without any other choice available to her, she closed her eyes and opened the lips of her pouty mouth and surrounded the head of his cock. He groaned, pressing his hips forward and starting to rock into her face. She gagged around him, slurping her tongue over his shaft and sucking hard. She kept thinking if she just gave it her all, he'd cum quickly. It had to have been forever since he'd had a real woman, a hot woman, he'd probably shoot into her mouth soon. His hips bucked and Rebecca thought that this must be it. He'd spray down her throat, but instead he reached down and yanked up her shirt to reveal her large, creamy breasts. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, visible in the light of the moon. "Shit, whore. Keep sucking." She was amazed by this stamina and gobbled his cock even more, she wanted this to be over. But her enthusiasm certainly gave him the wrong impression. "You're a horny little bitch in heat, aren't you? I know what you need, you filthy cumslut." Her heart caught in her throat as he pulled his cock out. Was he going to try and fuck her? As much as he repulsed her, it had been weeks since she'd last had any. Her cunt was growing wet. Slapping her in the face with his dick, he left a wet glistening mark on her cheek. He wrenched her up by the arm and marched her to the headstone of the man she'd been digging up. The old gravekeeper pushed her over the cold, hard marble and yanked her tight jeans down. Her panties didn't even get in his way as he practically tore them off of her. "Beg for me to fuck you." He instructed her as he dragged his cock along the length of her slit, bare skin to bare skin. "Then you can leave and take this stinking corpse with you." Without thinking, Rebecca groaned at the contact from his dick. She remembered her spirit master's instruction. That she'd take men bareback from now on, that she would leak their cum from her holes. It triggered something in her, despite her disgust for this man she wanted to please her master back at the house. And wouldn't he be happy when she came home freshly fucked? "Please fuck me, please, shove it into me!" She began to beg, squirming against this stranger's dick out in the open. Her breasts came out of the top of her bra and swung out over the tombstone, bumping into it as they swayed. The old man smiled wickedly and slammed his dick into her. Her scream ripped through the night air and she had to bite down on her palm to keep from further cries. His balls slapped against her and their juices mingled together, her tits tingling from the cold and the insistent banging into the friged stone she was bent over. Rebecca pushed her ass against him, encouraging his cock to drive deeper up her cunt and bang up against her cervix. His dick stretched her out wide and she could hear the sloppy, wet sounds of him driving in and out of her in long punishing strokes. Pulling her hand away she moaned, "Do it, cream deep into my pussy. Yes, yes, yes, yes." Her little cries started to turn into a long scream again so she cut it off by clamping her mouth shut. A part of her mind was horrified and couldn't believe that she was begging this hideous stranger to blow a load inside of her. She was no better than a rutting animal! But the rest of her mind didn't care. It had given over to these sensations and very soon her pussy was tightening and the waves of her orgasm rushed over her body. "Oh fuuuuuuck." She cried out despite herself. That finally was too much for the old bastard, he started jerking hard up into her cunt. Thick, hot strings of his cum shot up inside, filling her and dripping out onto the ground. She could feel the heat all the way up into her womb as he finished slamming into her with abandon. He gasped and stayed in her for awhile, panting until his cock slipped out. "You can finish what were doing now." He told her in between breaths as he stepped away, zipping up his pants. Rebecca was left leaning over the tombstone, half naked as the glow of his flashlight bobbed away. Droplets of his sperm leaked down her leg. And the night had only just begun.