Lending Willow A Hand In The Library

Alone now, wandering through the house, Willow first tried shouting and calling Tiffany's name, hoping maybe she would be just around the next corner or the one after that. Alas, after five minutes of endless wondering and shouting there was no response. She thought about backtracking to the entrance hall and trying to find the others but it was already a maze navigating through these halls. So, she doubted she could even find her way back let alone as to where the other girls had gone. She kept checking her phone, hoping to get a signal, but it remained out of service.

Eventually one of the endless hallways came to a doorway and Willow stepped into a familiar space. A large, two story library with a big skylight running across it and a grand staircase leading up to the open second story. Not that dissimilar to the libraries on campus and Willow's favoured terrain. She glanced around with her light at the dusty books on their sturdy looking shelves. Maybe something in them would help. History of the house, floor plans, even just a good novel to pass the time till the storm died down and she could get reception again. Willow set to work looking through the shelves.

As she wondered about them, dusting off book spines and trying to get a sense of the place, other more maleficent entities watched from the shadows cast by the light of her phone. Long had these phantoms slumbered. Waking occasionally to play with those that wandered into this place. Now they stirred once more as their home was intruded upon. Willow dusted off the spine of a book and bent over to read it, her skirt riding up but she barely gave it a thought as no one else was here to witness it. She did not see a blue phantom hand creep out from under the bookcase, floating up between her legs and then lifting the back hem of her skirt up to show off her ample backside and the orange and white striped panties that were stretched around it.

A quiet giggle echoed around the library, barely audible over the sound of the storm. It made Willow stand up straight and whip around. "Is someone there?" She called out as her skirt flared about her, the phantom hand having vanished right before she would have seen it. "Must have just been the…" She did not finish her sentence as the hand reappeared behind her and slapped her hard on the ass. Willow shrieked and stumbled forward while turning at the same time. Another hand appeared and grabbed her ankle, causing her to trip and land hard on her stinging ass. "What the hell!"

Her voice echoed around the library and she glanced up from the ground. For a moment she saw the pair of phantom hands, blue and transparent, glowing softly but before she could comprehend what was going on a new, third, hand reached down from above. It plucked the glasses off her face. "My glasses!" Willow screamed as her vision went blurry. She tried to grab at them but they disappeared into the darkness. She could no longer see the hands clearly, just the faint lights of them. They couldn't be… they weren't really… no, she thought panicky as she tried to squint at them. "Whatever is going on… whatever weird prank or joke or mean trick this is… it's not funny! Give me back my glasses and show yourselves!"

Her demands were met with more laughter, low and echoing but multiple phantom laughs that seemed to surround her from every side. She attempted to sit up from the ground only for several hands to descend upon her and grab her by her orange sweater before yanking her back down onto the ground. Willow screamed as she bawled her hands into fists and then tried to raise them. Only for her wrists to be grasped by these cold feeling hands. They chilled her even through the thick fabric of her sweater sleeves. Slowly her hands were dragged across the ground till they were up above her head. She could feel more cold fingers reaching in under the hem of her sweater and beginning to roll it up her body.

At this Willow began to really struggle, she tried to buck and squirm but the hands just held her down more firmly while the giggling continued. She raised her feet to try and kick at whoever was grabbing her, but her ankles were merely grasped by chilly palms and held there in the air tightly. By now her sweater was pulled up far enough to expose her slightly pudgy stomach to the cold air. Willow gasped as she felt fingers tracing across it. Her breath came out in cold fog clouds, her heart racing as she felt those fingers run over her bare skin. She could feel goosebumps forming across it. Her eyes were wide as dinner plates as she felt her sweater pulled up and over her plentiful breasts. Now with nothing between them and the hands but her plain white bra.

Already she could feel hands grasping over the fabric of her undergarment. They squeezed her breasts, icy fingers carelessly brushing over her nipples and poking at exposed flesh beyond her bra. Willow let out this wheezing gasp as she shivered while internally her body lit a fire up within her. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan as the sweater was pulled up over her head and left carelessly around her arms, binding them partially above her head. The hands descended back down from her sweater to touch her body along with the others. They passed over her face and came close enough for Willow to see with her poor vision. They were indeed, for all the observable, seemingly ghostly hands with trails of wispy blue light around and behind them.

Willow's mouth fell open in shock before another moan was drawn out of her lips as the hands brushed across her face, neck and exposed collarbone. They were surprisingly gentle. Firmly holding her down still. But caressing her with such care and tenderness she could almost mistake them for those of a lover. Or in this case, multiple lovers, dozens of them, judging from the amount of hands upon her body. They grasped around her shoulders and sides, before pulling her up a fraction and then other hands crept in under her, across her back towards the claps of her bra. Willow let out a shallow breath as they easily undid the clasp before pulling her bra free to go join the mess that was her sweater around her arms. Her naked breasts were exposed fully to the cold air and the touch of the hands.

Immediately they grasped her tits making Willow shriek and moan as she squirmed about. Her legs wanted to kick again but the hands around her ankles still held firm, holding them up in the air. She could feel those cold appendages squeezing, caressing and hefting the flesh of her boobs while chilly fingers ran circles around her nipples before flicking or poking at them. Willow felt her teeth chattering while her jaw tensed and she let out this whining whimper. Her back arched as she thrust her chest up into the grasp of the phantasmal hands. Silently, begging for more, and she was rewarded as fingers finally clasped around her hard nipples. She hissed as they pulled lightly on them making her legs tremble.

The hands upon her ankles pulled her legs up straight in the air, letting her skirt fall back down around her waist. She felt new digits trailing down her slightly chubby legs. Willow did not even bother to try and suppress her moan as they glided over her thighs, the coolness of their touch feeling good between her warm lower body. She felt them grasp the band of her panties and Willow eagerly pushed her butt up off the ground as they wiggled them up and off her legs. She wanted more and her eagerness was rewarded, yet again, as the hands began to explore her lower body.

They felt up her thighs, cupped her ample ass cheeks, even gave them a couple spanks making Willow wince, teased around her pelvic bone, fingers trailing all about but never quite touching her pussy lips, even as they wept in **** need. Finally she gave in and opened her mouth. "Please!" She gasped like a drowning sailor would for air. "I need… more. Touch me. Don't hold back. Please, I need it!"

No sooner had the words left her mouth then she felt the hands respond. Immediately, a pair of them grasped her pussy from either side and helped to spread it open, her grool sticking firmly between her two lower lips as her tight hole was revealed at last. A finger wiggled into it making Willow moan like she was in heat. It felt so big and cold in her virgin hole. A thumb pressed in on her clit and Willow saw stars as it gently began to rub her while the finger inside her probed deeper. It sank knuckle deep into her warm hole and remained there for a moment before slowly sliding back.

Willow whimpered, her whole body on fire as the hands played it like a fiddle. Her breasts were being manhandled by multiples of these phantom hands, legs still held high above her, other hands holding her wrists firmly to the ground while her sweater and bra were tangled around them, even more hands than she could count ran over the rest of her body and her poor, gushing pussy was being filled for the first time by something other than her hairbrush handle, all the while her clit was rubbed. She was in both heaven and hell. Too much and yet not enough. She cried as the finger pulled out of her pussy only to return with a friend and hit Willow like a freight train.

She did not even get her first gasp out before being interrupted by her own moaning as the twin fingers plunged in and out of her. The hands around her ankles **** her legs open wide to allow the fingers better access. Letting them get deeper into her and harder as well. The other hands seemed to take this as a challenge. The thumb on her clit was joined by a pointer and middle finger that began to attack her sensitive little bead of flesh like it owed them money. Meanwhile, the ones on her breasts treated her rougher. Pinching and pulling at her nipples, twisting a little and even slapping her tits. Willow opened her mouth to scream but a hand clamped down over that, muffling her, and another one grasped her by the neck, **** her.

Willow did not last long against this ****. Within moments of this she was shaking beneath the hands. A heat building up in her body that moved down to her loins before exploding throughout her whole self. She was overwhelmed with sensation as she experienced a whole body orgasm. Every muscle she had tensed up all at once and she felt her vagina lock like a vice around those fingers before exploding. This was nothing more than a speed bump to the hands as they continued to **** her. Finger fucking her through the orgasm itself and making sure they kept touching every inch of her body they could get their phantom digits onto.

Willow thought she was going to pass out. Alas, her moment of complete sensory overloading pleasure was all too brief. The hands stilled and then vanished into a cold mist that fell down upon Willow as her body collapsed back onto the ground. She was damp all over, body aching, nipples hard and throbbing as her breasts stung from being slapped and pussy still leaked from being fucked so hard she had came with earth shattering ****. Her throat was a bit sore both from screaming and the hand that had gripped around it. She jolted slightly when something metal landed on her chest. Her glasses. She noted that the spirits did not return her panties.

Rude, Willow thought dully as she closed her eyes just to rest them for a moment. Laying here, half naked in a dusty old library of an abandoned house on a stormy night, alone and helpless. One part of her tried to make sense of all this. What had this encounter been? Some sort of delusion? Maybe brought on by a CO2 or gas leak in the house? Had someone slipped her something earlier this night? Or was it really some impossibly elaborate prank the others were playing on her? For the first time in her life Willow pushed all that aside. There was no sane and logical explanation for what she had just experienced. She did not need one. Willow was just happy to have had the encounter, no matter how brief and otherworldly it had been.