The Ritual of the Evil Spirits with Total Disrespect for Personal Space

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

Sensei instructs you on how to begin the ritual. “Emilia, first you must place both hands atop your head. It is vital that you not move your hands from this position once the ritual begins, no matter what happens. Doing so could cause the ritual to immediately fail.”

You follow his instructions.

“Good. Next, spread your legs as far as possible without falling over. Again, it is important that you maintain this position. You may shift your feet during the ritual to keep your balance, but under no circumstances should you bring your legs together.”

You follow his instructions again.

“Lastly, you will begin to chant. Doing so will attract evil spirits who will attempt to stop you from completing the ritual and gaining power. They may pray on your greatest fears, or your deepest desires. Only the purest of heart will be able to endure their attacks and overcome this challenge. Those with darkness or corruption within them, however, will not be able to resist. The spirits will attempt to disrupt your chanting and **** you out of the sacred position. If this happens, I cannot guarantee your safety.”

“It’s a test for the pure of heart? Easy! I’ve got this in the bag!” you declare.

“When you are ready to begin, chant the phrase, ‘I’m a pure girl.’ You will know when you have chanted it enough times to complete the ritual. Or, you will realize if you have failed, and are subject to whatever the evil spirits have planned for you.”

Stand in this goofy position, chant, “I’m a pure girl,” and don’t give in to evil spirits. This will be a piece of cake! The chant won’t even be difficult, because it’s true. Time to learn the Secret Technique!

“I’m a pure girl,” you begin. “I’m a pure girl, I’m a *kya!*” Almost immediately, you feel a bulky pair of hands grab your boobs over your tube top. The evil spirits are perverts!

“Don’t stop chanting, Emilia,” Sensei advises.

“Right. *ahem* I’m a pure girl, I’m a pure girl…”

All the while, the evil spirits feel you up however they please, focusing most of their attention on your breasts. That would normally be bad enough, but you quickly notice that you’re at a unique disadvantage. With your sight completely gone, the sensations of being groped are even stronger. These awful, disrespectful spirits have your nipples hard in record time, and they haven’t even touched your skin directly yet. Nipple-rubbing is quickly added to the list of objectionable things the spirits are doing.

“I’m a pure girl…” you continue, annoyance entering your voice.

Your frustration slowly simmers as the spirits continue helping themselves to your chest. Your upper body occasionally flinches, trying to avoid the pleasant touches, but it’s all in vain. As long as your hands and feet are cemented in place, you can’t defend yourself in any meaningful way. You’re stuck enduring incessant touches that have your tits feeling more and more sensitive by the second. “Ah god… I’m a… pure girl…” you pant. Just when you think the spirits will settle for clothed groping, you feel hands tugging and struggling with your top. After a few seconds, your tube top goes flying somewhere in the cave, exposing your boobs entirely to the cold, mountainous air. “Hey, don’t strip me! I-I’m a pure girl!”

Despite wanting to lecture the perverted ghosts on their poor manners, you keep chanting as patiently as you can, thankful that your back is to Sensei so he can’t see your boobs. Unlike you, the ghosts aren’t patient at all. They double their efforts to grope every square millimeter of your tits, and they succeed. They squeeze, shake, prod, pull and maul as though it’s the first time they’ve ever touched a girl’s boobs before. It feels less like they’re trying to interfere with the ritual, and more like they’re satisfying an intense lust for your big boobs. Speaking of lust, getting fondled in pitch black darkness feels way better than you ever would have expected. Your panties are already wet, and you could see yourself getting lost in this sensation… N-No! You’re a pure girl! You may be feeling some stray jolts of pleasure, but you’ll ignore them and master the Secret Technique!

The spirits rigorously challenge the purity of your body, but you barely manage to keep it together. That is, until they launch a coordinated **** on your nipples. “*Oooooh!* Pure girl!” you cry. Fingers swipe back and forth rapidly across your hardened nubs, forcing pleasure upon the most **** parts of your tits. You clench your eyes and focus as best you can, barely managing to keep chanting throughout the attack on your burdensome boobs. It’s made even worse by the hot breath you feel on the back of your neck, accompanied by some creepy, disembodied voice muttering about how much you’re enjoying this. Just when you think you’re weathering the worst of it, one hand releases your boob, only to begin pressing against your shorts. This isn’t what you think it is, right!?

Your fears are confirmed when the hand applies pressure right where your pussy is. Neither your extra-tight shorts, nor your worthless g-string, are enough to protect your quim from the new pleasure. “*AH!* D-Don’t!” you cry. Reflexively, your feet slide closer together and you squeeze your thighs against the intruding hand.

“No, Emilia! Spread your legs back out. You must keep chanting!” Sensei commands. He’s right, you have to endure. You hear Sensei’s voice right next to you, lending his strength and moral support so you can overcome this challenge!

You move your legs back to their original position and try to start chanting, but as soon as you give it the opportunity, the hand rapidly rubs your pussy, and the stimulation is made all the more intense by your blindness. “I’m a p-p-pure *AH* g-girl!” Your shorts are drenched in seconds. Your nethers aren’t even trying to make you seem like a pure girl. The ethereal hands have taken so many liberties with your body, and you can’t do anything to stop them from molesting you. The spirits continue squeezing and mauling your boobs while firmly massaging your cunt. And what are you doing? You’re standing topless in a pitch-black cave, forbidden from defending yourself as you chant about the “purity” that’s being undermined by all these ghosts!

“I’m *AH-AH-AH-AH!* girrrrl…”

The lack of vision ensures you feel every movement with such vivid detail that your concentration is completely shattered. The fingers on your crotch are relentless. They push so hard you can feel your shorts deforming around the shape of your labia, forcing your not-terribly-pure pussy to leak juices all over your hot pants. Even if your pure mind is willing and pure, your corrupted body will definitely falter if this continues!

In a last ditch effort, you try chanting faster in order to get through the ritual, but you can’t even coordinate your words. “I’m *FUCK* girl pure I’m pure *OH GOD!*” Your pussy gushes as though inviting the ghosts to keep groping you like a whore. Any moments of quiet amidst your moans are filled with the wet sounds of your cunt submitting to the evil spirits. Combined with the feverish fondling of your sensitive chest, there’s only one way this ritual can end.

“I’M A DIRTY GIRL!!!” you squeal. Girlcum saturates your worthless g-string, and even manages to drip out of your cramped leather shorts. As you try to keep chanting, all that you can manage are the slutty moans and cries of an impure girl brought to an impure orgasm at the hands of impure ghosts. The hands don’t let up, overstimulating your slutty body until you drop to your knees, unsuccessful in achieving night vision. Not only have you failed the ritual, but you’ve shown this shameful display to Sensei! Even if you can’t see a thing, you know that his Secret Technique lets him clearly see you shuddering and spilling your love juices everywhere. He warned you, and now your hubris has reduced you to a dirty, orgasmic failure…

Only once you completely collapse onto the cool floor of the cave do you again hear Sensei’s voice, breathing heavily. “I did it… I made a girl orgasm. With my own two hands…”

“Huh?” you ask, somewhat deliriously. “Didn’t the spirits do that…?”

He answers, “Oh yeah. *slurp* The evil spirits did it. And now that you’ve failed the ritual, they can do whatever they want to you. Brace yourself, my apprentice.”

You hear the sound of a zipper, followed by a belt buckle hitting the floor. Oh no…