nautical

It took me several days to recover, but also to wait for another visit. I could have called the police, but they wouldn't have believed me, and I confess I was hoping for this sexual encounter, which relieved me of the unwanted advances and questions. It was purely sexual, no questions asked, and at least he had a certain talent.

But this waiting was too much. I decided I needed a vacation. My work as an erotic comic book author allowed me to live as I wanted, and this unintentional inspiration had led to my greatest success, proving it had an unexpected benefit.

I was heading to the Calanques near Marseille and took my family's sailboat for a tour of Corsica, as I watched Marseille disappear over the horizon. I heard a voice in my head say:

- You really thought you could get away from me?

With that, my swimsuit was pulled down, and I was pressed against the mast. The rough wood burned my palms as an invisible **** crushed my stomach against the sun-baked surface.

Invisible fingers slid into my hips with a brutality that tore a cry from my throat. The salty wind mingled with the scent of my own desire as I felt the tip of a spectral member press against my sex, which instantly became wet like a bitch in heat.

"No, I wanted it!" My protest turned to a moan as the penetration came with a sharp thrust, lifting me onto my tiptoes, my red hair pressed against the pole.

My stomach knotted, and I felt every inch of that spectral presence filling me with an implacable ****, as if it wanted to imprint its mark on my flesh. My fingers clawed at the wood, desperately searching for a grip as my legs trembled, unable to withstand the brutal rhythm of his thrusts.

- You belong to me for the next few days. I will make you my little ****, my little female dog, ready to be taken at a word, a whistle.

"Oh yes, please don't hurt me." My voice broke into a hoarse gasp as an invisible hand gripped my hair, pulling my head back. The blinding Mediterranean sun reflected off the waves as my arched back pressed against the mast, each spectral thrust of his hips slapping my flesh against the wood.

I felt his fingers—or what passed for them—dig into my thighs, spreading them wider, exposing my vulnerability to the scorching wind.

My lips parted, breath catching in my throat, I felt the spectral intrusion sink deeper and deeper, until my insides burned like brandy poured on an open wound. Its invisible fingers closed around my throat, enough to leave crescent-shaped marks on my damp skin.

"Look at yourself," growled the voice in my skull as a sudden gust of wind plastered my hair to my face. "You're panting like an animal, you're wet like a female dog, you deserve what's coming to you."

These words terrified me, but also excited me like a madwoman,

These words terrified me, but also excited me like a madwoman, my breasts pressed against the mast, hardening under the friction of the wood and the salty air. A stronger wave rocked the boat, and in that sudden movement, the entity filled me with such **** that my nails tore into the peeling paint on the mast.

"See how your body betrays itself?" the voice murmured mockingly, as an invisible hand slid up my trembling thigh and plunged brutally into my already yielding flesh.

The invisible embrace tightened around my waist as I gasped, my back arched against the mast. The salt-laden wind carried my moans away, but the entity heard them—reveled in them. Its spectral sex thrust deeper, each movement calculated to wrench a stifled groan from my throat.

- You can’t escape me,” purred the voice in my skull, “neither on land nor at sea.

My thighs trembled, glistening with sweat and excitement, as an invisible hand slipped between my legs, its fingers mercilessly pressing against my clitoris. The pleasure was intense, unbearable—I sobbed, my nails scraping against the wood as my hips bucked, craving more.

- Call me Master and tell me you’ll do everything I command, like the little whore you are.

“Master…” the word escaped me in a hoarse breath, my mouth dry with salt and desire. “I’ll do… everything…”

The reward was immediate—a spectral bite on my shoulder as the invisible fingers quickened their cruel dance on my clitoris. The boat lurched violently and I felt the entity arch behind me, its spectral limb pulsing inside my belly like a second heart.

I felt his semen spill inside me. I was crazy to accept this, or worse, to imagine myself the sex **** of an invisible creature, but I didn't care. He was fulfilling my sexual urges.

"Master..." My voice was now just a hoarse breath as his invisible fingers closed around my wrists, pinning them against the mast. The spectral semen burned as it trickled down my trembling thighs, mingling with my own moisture.

A fresh gust of wind pressed my cheek against the rough wood as the entity withdrew from me in a slow, deliberate motion—every inch of withdrawal sending shivers through my aching, overworked inner muscles.

Until my arrival in Ile-Rousse in the evening, I felt his presence but nothing suggested to me whether he was watching me or even if he was still really present on the ship but my body could not leave me in doubt of his passing through me.