Your pussy gets haunted (Bad End)

(This is a smut chapter.)

You find yourself bent over a soft, cushiony bed, your ass sticking out and ready to be violated. A look over your shoulder confirms that the burglar is still there and still possessed, a mindless expression stuck on his face. He places his cockhead at the entrance to your lower lips, and Sally suddenly seizes control of your body.

“No way, pal! A handsome stranger is fine, but I don’t fuck ghosts! I purge them!” She tries to get free, but your whole body is shaking and your limbs are like spaghetti. The ghost doesn’t even have to try to hold you in place, your muscles are simply too shaky to move on their own.

Consulting in your head, Sally yells, ‘There’s no way you’re this scared, Emilia! It’s just a ghost! Come on, I can push your muscles a little extra, but it doesn’t matter if your nerves are shot! Relax! Don’t be so afraid of ghosts!’

“I’M DOOMED! IT’S A VENGEFUL SPIRIT AND I TRESPASSED IN ITS HOME! IT’S GONNA TRAP ME HERE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!” you sob incoherently.

‘It might, if you don’t move! So let’s get out of here and-’

Before she can finish her thought, the ghost pushes into your tunnel, slowly filling you up with its host’s massive member. Somehow, it feels even bigger than before. You let out a long moan, mixed with a slight growl from Sally’s anger at losing the ghost-free status of her spiritual pussy. Your recently-fucked tunnel has no trouble accepting the ghost’s cock, and actually seems to welcome it by heating up and leaking liberally. The spirit fucks you in earnest from the very start, forcing the leftover cum to spill out of your pussy with each thrust. The problem is, after climaxing twice during Sally’s **** roleplay, your nethers are very sensitive. Sally has **** but to grip the bedsheets and writhe in pleasure as the consequences of her past endeavor catch up to her. “Damn it! Ghost cock *AHH* shouldn’t *OHHHH* feel this *GOOOOOOD!*”

Ohhh, how did this happen? You were just trying to go to the next Gym, and now your pussy’s getting haunted! It’s over! Sally led you straight to your demise! You shake with cowardice as the man slams his hips into yours like a hydraulic press, effectively fucking and spanking you at the same time. With Sally’s confidence gone, fear has completely taken over. And, yet again, your pussy gushes juices with every new, terrible fate you imagine befalling you. You’re doomed! You should’ve known better than to mess with the supernatural! You tremble from head to toe as the ghost ravages you and Sally, making your head bounce around like a bobbletoy. The ruthless battering of your fearful womanhood is even scarier than you imagined, sending you into a panicky spiral of fear and lust. Ahhhhh! You’re completely captured by this evil ghost and his huge cock! You’re gonna be stuck here, **** to cum by this angry spirit until your untimely demise! And then you’ll be haunting this place too!

Sally grunts and moans in your head, her internal monologue wavering with pleasure. ‘Become a ghost if you want, but I’m not letting this bastard fuck us anymore! I didn’t spend my life kicking ghosts out of this world just so they could fuck me in the afterlife!’

Sally pushes against the bed with your spindly, rattling arms, and barely manages to lift your torso up. “Listen *AH-AH-AH* here! This *FUCK* *OH* incantation will- *MMPH!*”

The ghost presses down on your back with its hand, easily defeating any supposed strength left in your body. You’re pressed into the bed so hard you get a mouthful of bedding. “Intruders… won’t… escape!”

“*I’M SORRY!*” Sally squeaks, her voice muffled by the sheets. The burglar’s sudden show of dominance seems to have triggered Sally’s slut response and your fear response at the same time, forcing your arousal all the way to 1,000%. In mere seconds of being beneath the ghost’s palm, you lock up in climax.

“*N-NOOOOOOOOO!!!*” you and Sally cry in unison, both distressed that you could be brought to orgasm in such dangerous circumstances. Your ill-timed ecstasy is so intense that you squirt girlcum all over the floor, even as the burglar continues pistoning into your spasming cunt and knocking on the door of your cervix. “*T-TOO SENSITIVE!!!*” you plead. The ghost’s only response is to push down on your back even harder, further inundating you with the pleasure of your rock-hard nipples compressing like buttons against the bed.

As you continue wriggling and squealing, the ghost somehow manages to speed up even more, slamming into your terrified cunt like a bulldozer determined to excavate the last of your and Sally’s sanities. With one final thrust, it bottoms out inside you and blasts semen directly into your womb. The moment it begins unloading, your mind starts to melt from the heat and pleasure. “This is the wooooorst…” Sally mewls, her voice sounding a little less angry and a little more satisfied than she might have intended. As the ghostly semen fills you up to your spiritual core, the borders of your vision start to look a little foggy. The world seems distant, and you feel even more disconnected from your body than when Sally is in control. Oh no…

On your knees you sit, stroking the base of the ghost’s shaft while polishing it with your tongue. You rub and finger your pussy with your free hand, completely disregarding your elevated sensitivity as you push yourself towards another orgasm. Your eyes are dim and totally vacant, as though no one’s inside. Yet, it’s the opposite. Both you and Sally are stuck inside a body that listens to neither of you, and instead acts on an instinct to serve the ghost however it wishes. The possessed burglar, at least, seems content with the arrangement. “My… whore… forever…” he hisses.

‘Ugh, ectoplasmic cum feels way too good,’ Sally whines. ‘Would you stop sucking its cock already? I think I’m starting to like the taste…’

‘I-I’m trying! I don’t want to suck scary ghost dick any more than you do!’

You and Sally struggle, but the combined mights of two weak, cock-loving sluts aren’t enough to make your enthralled body move a muscle. Of its own accord, your hand speeds up, bringing you to the brink of another orgasm as you stuff your mouth with otherworldly cock in a show of compulsory servitude. You plunge your mouth all the way to the hilt, earning yourself several heavy gulps of ghost cum. The fresh rush of mindless possession allows you to fall into another empty-headed orgasm as your body embraces its role as the ghost’s new sex ****. Perhaps a couple of whores like you just can’t muster enough willpower to oppose their true natures…

Trapped within your mind, you and Sally cry, ‘Someone… Anyone… *HEEEEELP!!!*’