The League of Planets Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – The League of Planets Ch. 02 by Oupa99,Oupa99
This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The League of Planets Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don’t like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS – This is the third entry in the League of Planets series (Contains: Venus Ascending, the Sovereign Space Station Venus or Slave Ship and The League of Planets). This will be the last of the Space Station Venus Series and will be available for purchase as a complete series.

If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Chapter 2

Dr. Peck was waiting when John carried Lisa into the med center and ushered them into an exam room. John laid Lisa gently on the exam table and muttered, “Thanks for getting here so fast.”

Dr. Peck leaned over Lisa and while he was looking over Lisa he responded, “I was already here. She is the fifth woman that I have seen like this.”

John almost got whiplash as his head swiveled to look at the doctor and saying, “Say that again!”

He looked at John and repeated, “We now have five women here with the same symptoms and fifty-three others scattered through all the domes. So far some, but not all are showing a similar brain pattern that may be causing the comatose state.”

Two nurses came into the exam room and began attaching leads to Lisa’s head. These were in turn attached to a machine that began to show brain wave patterns and soon an encephalogram began to take shape. Dr. Peck pointed to various brain wave patterns and stated, “See this and this.” With his fingers hovering over various patterns. “All the other casualties are showing the same wave patterns.”

John noticed what Dr. Peck was pointing too, but they didn’t make any sense to him until Dr. Peck turned on screens from two of the other women that had been brought in. They wave patterns were the same and John queried, “What does it mean?”

Dr. Peck shrugged his shoulders just as doctors Mott and Afolayan walked in to consult. Both were Neurologist and Psychiatrists, except Dr. Afolayan was Koresh. Having an alien doctor consulting showed John where he thought Dr. Peck was headed.

John left and went to Lisa’s treatment room and picked up her hand. He kissed her lips, rubbed her hand against his face, then whispered in her ear, “Everything is going to be all right.”

At that very moment the doors burst open and Steven Nickel rushed in carrying his naked wife, Kirstin. She was writhing in his arms and screaming the kind of things Lisa did when she was in the throws of multiple orgasms. John followed, watched and, when asked, helped bind Kirstin to a treatment bed. She was thrashing, squirming, screaming and begging for orgasmic release. All her muscles were dancing underneath her skin as tried to find the passionate relief she craved.

John watched and wondered what she was feeling, knowing that Lisa had gone through the same thing. Then his mind shifted to what or who was causing this erotic trauma and what was the reason behind it.

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Kirstin had finished rehearsal for a new dance number she had designed for a new club. She had gone home ready to create a great meal for her husband. In addition, she bought some great wine for them. Dancing always made her horny and after dinner, she wanted her husband to take her like the caveman he was.

She had just gone into the bedroom to change into something slinky, when she felt an unseen force guide her to her bed. She had no idea what was going on but could find no way to resist. As she was being guided towards her bed Kirstin saw a ghostly apparition in front of her and as she looked down, she saw her dancing togs being pulled and tugged, as if someone was trying to remove them.

At that moment she heard her husband come home. She tried to call out to him, but her voice wouldn’t respond. Just before her eyes were blinded by the lustful apparition, she saw Steven come into the room. Everything after that was controlled by the phantom and her vision was clouded by lust.

At first, she thought it was a dream, but she was able to notice the transparent male form. Only when she felt the caresses and lips nibbling around her neck did she realize it was real. There were ghostly hands over her breasts, and she felt cold fingers tweaking her nipples through her blouse. It felt like two massive arms were binding her and she couldn’t move her arms, only take whatever the apparition wanted from her.

Ghostly fingers deftly released the first fastener on her top, and she watched helplessly as the second fastener was released. Fear erupted, but it was mixed with an unsolicited desire. She was powerless against the dominate ghostly figure as it skillfully began its seduction. The hands finished unfastening her top, stripped it from her and her bra was the only thing left covering her aching breasts and swollen nipples.

The cold fingers caressed and teased her nipples through her bra, electrifying the bundles of erotic nerves in her nipples. Unconsciously her back arched pushing her nipples into the cold, merciless passion being forced upon her. Desire rushed from her nipples to her fluttering belly and suddenly wet pussy. Her knees trembled as the cold enhanced passion rampaged through her.

Kirstin and her husband had played with ice on her erogenous areas once during a playful bondage love making session and she found the ice enhanced her husband’s teasing of her nipples and clit. Now the cold ghostly apparition was doing the same thing to her and her body seemed to react as if her husband was doing it.

Kirstin felt a hard tug as her bra was ripped away and her breasts were now bare, her nipples erect, engorged. She watched as ghostly fingers pulled, tugged and teased her breasts pleasure nubs sending bolts of desire directly to her sexual core. She unabashedly moaned and tried to push more of her breasts into the clever ghostly fingers. The apparition’s fingers responded to her plea as a knowledgeable lover would with a mix of lite caresses on her nipples followed by hard pinching tugs that sent blistering waves of yearning down her impassioned form.

Through the stripping of her clothes and the groping of her breasts, she tried to move and stop what was going on, but for some reason she couldn’t move to stop this unknown force. There seemed to be a band around her, and her arms could only flex against it, but not move. Kirstin felt the fear and panic mixed with erotic craving rise up inside her as she fought against the ghostly force.

The apparition knew what it took to conquer while seducing a woman. It needed this sultry, sexy woman to be its sexual vessel, so it could finally be released from its wanton spell. So, its first order of business was to get her out of her clothes, then strap her to the bed then begin to drive her wild so turn her into its wanton sexual prey. Only when she was in a reckless carnal state would she be wildly stimulating enough to maybe release its orgasm and remove the spell.

It bound her with its arms and legs, while breaking down her defenses with soft caresses on her erogenous zones. The constraining captivity followed by insistent caresses and teasing her nipples would begin to bring out her submissive side. Then it took advantage of her surrender as it ruthlessly teased her neck, breasts, and nipples. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own and easily gave in to the seduction,

While one ghostly hand continued teasing her breasts and wrenching her nipples, the other ghostly hand began working on stripping her pants and panties. Kirstin felt her panic start to ease, and sexual longing began to grow. She knew she needed to fight the growing desire but constrained as she was, her captivity and the ghostly caresses sent thrilling sexual hunger through her.

Her leggings then panties were pulled to her knees and a cold ghostly finger slid through the lips of her pussy caressing her clit as it did. The cold made her nipples and now her clitoris perk up, making them more sensitive with the ghostly caresses sending erotic chills down her spine. Her body began to feed off her desires and fantasies with the tingling and erotic power growing inside her.

She envisioned that her husband was really there as she was stripped off her clothes and its fingers and tongue were the reason for the desire welling up inside of her. In her dreams the teasing was her husband making love to her. Once again, she shook her head trying to concentrate on what was happening to her, but it was only moments of lucid thought before the demanding teasing forced her erotic fantasies to once again take over.

Despite her constraint she was suddenly levitated and began to move towards the top of the bed. During her movements towards the headboard, a ghostly cold finger once again eased inside her pussy and a passionate gasp escaped her lips. She tried to shake off the building desire, but she couldn’t fight the increasing blissful craving inside her. She moaned softly as she was placed on her back on the bed. Her shoes, socks, leggings, and underwear were quickly stripped from her, and she was naked on the bed.

She envisioned a nubile young virgin strapped to the sacrificial bed, naked for everyone to see. Something about this image sent chills through her and it was shudders of excitement, not dread. In her dreams she was the naked virginal sacrifice, with the ghostly teasing and caresses fueling her sexual dreams. She actually felt her womanly folds becoming wetter with excitement as this vision controlled her thoughts.

She certainly didn’t want to be thought of as just a body waiting to be taken. Yet the thought of being the naked nubile young virgin bound to the sacrificial bed was exhilarating. She dreamed of being strapped to the bed, helplessly waiting for her body to be taken by a carnal phantom. Her dreams and reality of the ghostly caresses were so real she found her nipples agonizingly hard and her pussy aching to be filled.

In her mind’s eye she saw a high phantom standing by the bed with its phallus ready and waiting to split her womanly lips, and she was the willing sacrifice. In her visions she was impaled on the sacrificial bed. She could almost feel herself being sacrificed as her womanly lips were stretched tightly around the cold, ghostly fingers as it invaded her body.

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John watched as Kirstin squirmed with passion on the exam table. Her mouth was open in extended breaths, screams and whimpers, all while her eyes stared vacant and unseeing at the ceiling. John glanced at her husband, also watching his wife writhe in passion coming from an unseen force. But there was a wild untamed passion emanating from Kirstin that her husband had never seen and both men were transfixed with the erotic craving radiating from the possessed woman.

The medical staff hovered over Kirstin not knowing what to do, but also gripped by the mad erotic passion that filled the room. Everyone watched as her muscles under her skin danced an erotic tango that twisted her form in an incredibly arousing display of ecstasy and no one was unaffected.

The staff could see her body being buffeted by something but could not see anything that could cause it. The ghostly apparition was only visible to its victim, but the staff could see some of the manipulation of her nipples and pussy.

John watched the display and knew that Lisa had gone through the same thing. Whatever it was continued to spread through the League and he had to find out what it was. He turned away from the rapturous display in the exam room and went to talk to the doctors.

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Kirstin’s dreams felt real, as she was bound tightly to what she felt now was her sacrificial bed and she knew that soon she would be impaled on the phantom’s massive cock. She had no idea where she was or the crowded exam room was full of people watching her body flail in a passion that came from a ghostly apparition. The crowd watched Kirstin’s scintillating form twist in a kind of rapture that everyone desired.

The thought of being a sacrifice had her thrilled, excited and aroused. She knew she should be fearful, but she wasn’t, she was electrified and truly craved being the sacrifice. Kirstin ached to be strapped to the bed, forced to do things she would never normally do. She hungered to have that ghostly phallus sliding between her thighs, stretching, and filling her with ghostly delight and passion.

The vision got even worse as she imagined her husband as the high phantom hovering over her. She envisioned herself strapped naked on the bed, the phallus deep inside her and husband’s hands roaming over her tightly bound and vulnerable body. This was a feeling unlike anything she had ever felt. Then ghostly hands pulled her arms over her head and bound them to the bed. Next her legs were pulled wide open and also bound to the bed.

The apparition’s ghost could do anything it wanted to her, and she was powerless to stop it. She was its plaything, its sacrifice and whatever was going to happen she felt sexy knowing there was nothing she could do against its desire being poured into her. Her knees trembled at the thought, with the anticipation and yearning more potent than anything she had ever experienced.

Kirstin felt ghostly hands caressing her body, sending blistering desire coursing through her enraptured form. Its hands cupped her breasts pinching her inflamed nipples with her back arching away from the bed pushing her aching and desperate breasts into its ghostly hands. Its thumb and forefinger surrounded her nipples, tugging, pulling and squeezing, sending exquisite bolts of passionate fire surging through her writhing form. She threw her head back belting out moans of needy desire echoing through the Room. The harder it twisted her tortured nipples, the more her body forgot about everything except quenching the fire inside her.

Kirstin’s whole body tingled as though she had been plugged into an electrical socket. It was too much and whatever this was, she wanted to give in and let these feelings have their way with her. She was stretched across the bed with her legs bound to the bed, spread wide and leaving her womanly cleft open and available to her ghostly lover. With her arms bound above her head she was stretched tightly, tummy shrunken, breasts lifted to the ceiling with nipples pleading and leaving her sensuous body beautifully displayed.

In her mind she lay back across the bed and saw the ghostly apparition watching her. It hovered over her, around her and beside her with its hands caressing her bound form. Kirstin felt apprehensive but also an anticipatory excitement and her breathing came in gasping gulps that made her breasts wobble enticingly. The ghost gave into the lure of her nipples with its fingers and lips.

Kirstin arched her back, pressing her flaming, engorged nipples into the cold sucking and pinching of her ghostly lover. Its cold large ghostly hand settled on her breast, and they were perfectly filled with her soft, firm succulent breast with her tight thrusting nipple digging into its palm. The apparition closed its hand circling her breast and then with Its thumb and forefinger began to twist and pull her nipple sending bursts of desire throughout her body.

Kirstin bowed her back trying to push more of her breast into Its grasping hands and threw her head back in a passionate moan. This exposed her delicate neck to the ghostly apparition’s voracious desire, and it began to kiss and nibble down the sensitive skin of her neck. It could feel her hammering pulse beating just below the skin and felt her warm blood and life force rushing through her veins just below its cold, ghostly sucking lips. As it continued to lick, suck and nibble on her sensitive neck she gave a shuttering moan and surrendered.

From her lips to her neck and her thrusting nipples her whole body was on fire. Kirstin was having a hard time catching her breath as everything the ghostly form did to her, forced her body to explode with new sensations. Just as she thought it couldn’t get any worse the ghostly mouth joined its fingers on her nipples, and she arched her back even further. She quivered as her pussy pulsed with every tug, suck and nibble on her incredibly sensitive, turgid and over stimulated nipples. It was like her nipples and pussy were connected; she was finding it hard to breathe with every new sensation sending shutters through body.

Once again Kirstin had trouble catching her breath and her whole body shook as she felt the apparition’s thick finger push inside her. Kirstin let out a raspy moan telling the ghostly figure that she was loving everything that it was doing to her. “Oh my God… Oh Oh.”

The crowd of medical personnel gasped as Kirstin tugged and raged against the restraints binding her to the exam table. Everyone knew that she was totally lost in a mindless rapture brought on by something unseen. Still, it was the most arousing thing anyone had ever seen and there were not any unaffected genitalia anywhere in the room.

As ghostly cold lips and mouth continued to move back and forth between her nipples nibbling, tugging, and scraping her nipples against its teeth, while its finger was slowly sliding in and out of her pussy. It would occasionally slide to the top of her pussy and caress her clit before dipping back between her swollen pussy lips. Kirstin felt sensations climbing higher, higher, and completely on their own her hips were lifting off the bed reaching for more. The apparition slid a second finger into her incredibly tight pussy and the stretch of her quim made her hips jump to a new level with the sensations.

With two of ghost’s large fingers buried in her pussy Kirstin was stretched wide and it felt so wickedly delicious. She wanted it to conquer her and make her feel the passion it could unleash on her. It had already pushed her pass anything she had ever felt before and now her pussy was stretched, full of a ghostly apparition. More than anything Kirstin wanted to be released, stuffed, or stretched and now the ghost was fulfilling her confused desire. It was giving her pussy the most wonderful stretching workout and her whole body was shaking. The desire it was building in her pussy was beyond anything she ever felt, and she let it know it.

“Oh God… More Oh God More… Take Me… Stretch Me… Fill Me… Make me Yours.”

Kirstin felt the build increasing like she was going to explode, and she was finding it harder and harder to breathe. Her hips were reaching higher lifting further off the bed trying to get more of the ghostly fingers inside her. With two of the ghostly fingers firmly embedded in her pussy it used its thumb to start caressing her clit and that was all it took. Kirstin’s whole body bucked, arched off the bed and froze in a muscle clenching, body consuming orgasm. For a few seconds Kirstin couldn’t breathe as her whole existence revolved around the sensation centered in her pussy. She lost the ability to see fireworks exploding behind her eyes and the euphoria, she felt, was unlike any previous experience.

Kirstin’s breath came back in a shuttering gasp, but her orgasm wasn’t over yet. The ghost rapidly flicked her clit with its thumb as it rammed its fingers back deep inside Kirstin’s spasming cunt and orgasm blazed anew. Her body clinched again as she screamed her ecstasy for everyone and no one to hear.

“AGAIN… OH MY, OH MY GOD… AAGGAAIIN… OH GOD.”

The apparition’s ghost couldn’t believe how passionate and responsive Kirstin was. It had been lucky when she walked into the bedroom and now, it was just getting started and with her having already cum twice. In its mind, it knew that this was the woman to give it an orgasm and release it from the time of torment. It needed to build her into a frenzy so her flaming desire could pour into it and release it from its torturous spell. However, it really needed to see just what this human was capable of and resumed its torturous seduction.

The phantom was intent to see just how passionate this body could be, but also to wipe her mind of any thoughts except the rapture it was heaping on her body. Her mind needed to be suppressed and hidden so the passion would take center stage. All it wanted was a writhing, bliss filled form for its own orgasm to control. To get there it needed to keep this body on passions edge, building the unexploded bliss until an orgasm was the only thing this body required and everything else was wiped from her mind.

As it kissed its way down her flat, muscled, quivering and convulsing belly, it paused to pay homage to her very sexy navel before its lips joined its fingers making love to the core of her sexuality. The ghost licked her clit, watching her quivering response, it smiled as it settled between her legs and began to take this breathtakingly beautiful woman to new heights of ecstasy. It pulled one of its fingers out of her to give room for its tongue and with its first taste of her nectar it was addicted. It began to lick, suck and feast on her succulent nectar. Her body went wild with shakes, shutters and seizures and it was a good thing she was bound to the bed so it could continue its feast.

In Kirstin’s entire life nothing prepared her for wild and uncontrollable ecstasy buffeting her mind and body. The ghostly lover knew how to send her into apocalyptic climaxes, but also tease her and keep the orgasms buffeting her enraptured form. Her orgasms were the leg shaking, stomach knotting, hip hunching kind of orgasms she always dreamed of and her body went wild with the unimpeded rapture.

After the ghost brought her to her first orgasm, she lost the ability for rational thought and all she could do was feel. Her body had no experience of how to cope with these feelings and her formerly graceful body was out of control with spastic responses to the rapture stampeding through her sexual core. The apparition was loving her reactions but needed more and moved to suck her clit into its mouth, then caress and work it with its tongue.

As it took her clit, Kirstin exploded into her strongest climax yet with all her pussy, stomach and legs seizing in convulsive bliss. Her rapture tried to pull her whole body into a fetal ball, but her bounds held her tight, and her muscles knotted exuberantly. The cords on her arms and legs popped against her skin, while her belly tangled in a knotty six-pack. Her breath came out in an explosive stuttering scream.

“OH GOD… OH GOD… OH FUUCCKK.”

With her whole-body cramping and seizing in orgasmic bliss, the ghost knew it was time to move to the next step. The apparition gave her succulent pussy a final kiss before reluctantly pulling back from her delicious juices. Now it knew what kind of erotic rapture she was capable of but the apparition needed more. It was going to tease and torment her until she was insane with need but it would still go beyond that. When it finally gave her the climax it wanted the release would break her mind and body leaving only a gorgeous shell of a woman.

She began struggling again and unsuccessfully tried to escape the ghostly clutches, she fought her bonds attached to the bed. But soon came to realize that a quick death or even torture was not the apparition’s goal – or at least not the kind of torture she had feared. As she opened her eyes the ghost returned and slowly, almost seductively, began caressing anew her sensitized skin searching for areas that could provide the most erotic delight. She whimpered, moaned and squirmed as her body began to respond again to the ghost’s merciless rapture.

The swarm of fingers and lips took its time turning her panic into arousal, armed with years of experience honing its skills on various beings’ anatomy. The ghostly silky caresses slowly stroked the hills and valleys of her skin searching for areas that would illicit a gasp, whimper or moan of pleasure.

After what seemed like hours Kirstin was writhing again, all thoughts of escape had been rendered moot by such deliberate seduction. It was too dark to make out the minute details of the ghostly form, though it had absolutely no trouble in tantalizing the minute details of her own body. It seemed to read her every desire as if each one of her movements were its very own script. Tiny caresses snaked across her body, using fingers, lips and cock to tease and gauge her reactions.

Her mind’s eye could not keep up with the ways it explored between her thighs. The ghostly apparition seemed to know just how to cause her body to betray her; it had much experience in making one lose themselves to the desires of the flesh. So many touches caressed the lips of her sex while others sought out the delicate jewel nestled within, slowly circling until her clitoris was pulsating with arousal.

With each teasing touch, the ghostly apparition felt every micro muscular reaction and began to learn how Kirstin reacted to each second of teasing contacts. While Kirstin tried fruitlessly to escape the clutch of her captor, deep down she wondered how much this ghost was tapping into her most intimate desires. If only she knew what was to come, perhaps she’d have tried so much harder to fight. She still was not sure why it was treating her to such a whirlwind of pleasure, seducing her body like the most attentive of lovers.

However, the ghost would not give her the respite of caressing that sensitive clitoris the way she needed. It had given her orgasms beyond her experience, but now was content to drive her wild, but without her climatic release. For so long it had toyed with that little morsel, causing her hips to sway in a desperate bid to communicate that it had won her over. Instead, those little caresses continued to caress her folds with cruel fingertips, taking joy from every muscular twitch of anticipation.

The tongue at her clitoris slid and prodded tenderly like one hundred tongues all playing with their meal. As time went on though, and as it continued to arouse her pushing towards her climax, but never letting her achieve it and she’d soon understand that the ghost needed a massive climax to release it.

The erotic thunderstorm inside her raged until all other thoughts were pushed aside. The storm inside her continued to build until it was a tornado, twisting her body and wringing every last drop of ecstasy from her loins. It was pleasure beyond anything she could imagine, and it kept building until it was pure agony. For a few moments she wondered how pleasure could turn into misery, but then her mind lost all cognitive abilities.

The more it went on, the more the ghost learned about her, and how to keep her teetering on the edge. Suddenly came the little strokes of its phallus against her soft, wet petals, just pushing to that twitching opening. Always enough to make her hope for more though still it would not offer relief, keeping her pussy constantly dripping without any sign of penetration.

Each time the tip of its large appendage pressed into her; Kirstin felt soft little vibrations moving autonomously towards her clitoris. It wreaked havoc on her imagining what that would feel like if only it slid inside her needy pussy, to be fucked while having the vibrations stroke right against the most sensitive parts within her. Kirstin vaguely remembered feeling this once before, but she couldn’t think, only feel. She imagined the vibrations stroking her G-Spot and clit at the same time and she tried arching her hips into the torturous appendage to help her achieve her vaunted climax.

She knew it could give her wonderous orgasms, but she was denied that bliss, because it needed to have her excited enough to forcefully pull the orgasm from it. She felt as if she were going to die of unrealized pleasure, with her bliss just over the horizon.

At one point the cock against her pussy started to vibrate, forcing her to feel every ridge and groove that squirmed against her sensitive sexual core. She begged and pleaded like her life depended on it – all to no response. The apparition simply kept the wondrous tip just far enough away to let her feel it press her pussy lips apart every time she gyrated her hips against it. Feeling the little cock just at her opening, swaying a little as if trying to slip a little further into her pussy, was truly maddening. The ghost wanted her to know that her efforts to fight against it were hopeless and she would become its marionette as it dictated her every movement.

She was supposed to remember something and yet, she wanted the cock inside her more than anything else in the entire world. Kirstin opened her mouth and closed it a few times, like a fish gasping for breath outside of its tank. Her mind went completely numb once more as the ghostly appendages devoured her sumptuous flesh hungrily. Sparks ignited inside her, and a storm built to dangerous levels in her core. She was so close to reaching the precipice that it had her standing on. She wanted to go over… no she needed to.

Being turned into a brainless, sex-induced corpse was not her preferred way to die, but it would be painless. As a matter of fact, it would be the most idyllic way to die.

Even just the slight teasing motions around her clitoris, the occasional hum of pleasure to her pussy, was enough to bring her flying towards the pinnacle. Adding the suction from its lips to her nipples flung her right to the edge. It drew her nipple up and lavished that stiff peak with numerous tongue-lashing sensations, all in a bid to make sure she never lost focus on what it could do to such a small part of her body. Every time she got close, however, it kept her on the brink for as long as she could possibly take.

She knew full well that her pleas had no effect, yet when the ghostly fingers peeled back her clitoral hood to let another finger brush over the tip, she still screamed out every promise and plea her mind could muster, just to feel the fingers clamp down on her clit. It was the most diabolical of tortures to push her closer and closer to blistering edge of her orgasm, yet never letting her have it. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm for her felt like hours, was a torture she had never even thought of. Her body betrayed her, her pussy became the focus of her whole world, and her brain could no longer process the unending pleasure.

Her eyes lost their focus, her brain began to shut down while her breathing became labored, and her heart thumped wildly in her chest. Only her muscles automatic response to the unceasing, torturous teasing still reacted the way they should. But before her mind completely shut down, its cock did finally scrape her engorged pleasure filled nub in her pussy and pushed inside her relentlessly. Kirstin arched away from the bed as every muscle tensed and strained in shock and joy.

Finally, the very thing that Kirstin had been craving for. The ghost pressed the bulbous head of its cold, thick, engorged cock firmly against the Kirstin’s pussy. The lips of her sex spread around the head of its cock, stretching wonderfully and almost painfully as it slowly pierced her womanly cleft. Her moans, cries of pain, whimpers of pure pleasure, echoed around the room. It was music to the apparition’s ears and now it can begin in earnest.

It was beyond anything she had ever felt, because she felt an energy consuming her. She felt like the ghost had some kind of power washing over her. Her whole body vibrated, resonating with power that centered in her desperately craving womb. The ghost felt like a living thing swarming over her, taking possession of her and circling her with its carnal energy.

Her mind forgot she was in the middle of a hospital room lying and bound to a bed. Her every thought was consumed with the craving for it to take her and thrust into her soft yielding sweetness. Her passion had come to life like a flower unfolding, blossoming into a dazzling magnificent spectacle.

The energy centered with its cock inside her rubbing her G-Spot creating sensations beyond her sexual experiences. In addition, she felt vibrations on her clit from fingers and the cock as they combined, she felt an erotic tension that threatened her sanity. Her body felt like an erotic bowstring being pulled back with a bolt notched and ready to let fly. As the erotic bowstring was stretched, the tension in her increased and she arched her back in erotic torment. She found it harder and harder to breathe as the tension grew, anticipating the point where her body would be set free.

The anticipation gnawed at her, impatiently devouring her, wrenching open her heart and brutally laying bare her soul. Her whole body was on fire in a way that she never imagined, and the carnal heat was merciless in its honesty and validity. She was spread open, vulnerable, with no parts remaining unseen or undiscovered. She imagined her Ken hovering over her, threatening to taunt, taste, kiss, caress, bite or fuck her anyway it wanted. In her lust fogged mind, she was its possession, its captive and she was its willing prisoner, being ravished ruthlessly.

The anticipation, then deep pounding thrusts and finally blissful tension were excruciatingly intoxicating, with her mind being consumed by the fiery expectation. Kirstin’s body arched backwards over the bed emulating the stressed bow she had become. Her arms were stretched over her head and the bonds tightened even more on her wrists and ankles locking her in the perfect position.

Her body was locked in an erotic arch with the ghostly cock pressed perfectly against her G-Spot and clit, driving her wild with ruthless rapture. Her ghostly lover added its fingers to her clit with caresses and pinches and then the fingers began to vibrate. Kirstin’s eyes popped wide, and her mouth hung open as the erotic power inside her was catapulted to a whole new level. She twisted and squirmed as the energy inside her grew to incomprehensible levels. Her arms and legs strained against her bonds as she fought to keep her sanity in the face of the unrelenting lustful onslaught.

There was another part of her mind that glorified her sexual bondage. She had always wanted to be taken and forced into carnal bliss. Now it was happening. She was the ghost’s prisoner as it worked its sexual magic on her body. The helpless feeling only intensified the wanton heat rushing through her loins. She was powerless before the ghost lover’s lewd and lustful control. She craved and needed more. Her body responded in ways she never imagined. The heat in her womb pushed away all doubts. She eagerly gave into her animal needs and carnal desires.

Her hips had a mind of their own as they began small thrusts pushing her lover’s cock even deeper into her love starved pussy. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe, and her mind was lost in the sensual overload. Fear and panic set in as the unrelenting wanton power continued to build. She knew if it continued, she would explode and then suddenly the powerful lustful bolt was released. All the tension, pleasurable anticipation and expectations were all released in one singular cataclysmic moment.

Kirstin felt her mind burst in thousands of colorful fireworks at the same time her body cramped in rigid exultation. She finally understood why an orgasm was called a little death. Her mind seemed to leave her body and all rational thought abandoned her. The extraordinary, unparalleled pleasure took over her mind and body leaving her floating in a lustful fog. She screamed her frenzied elation until she was left euphorically breathless.

Kirstin’s passionate scream echoed throughout the exam room and although she couldn’t see it, the ghost was smiling at her bliss. Kirstin’s heartbeat wildly in her chest frantically pumping blood to all her euphorically stressed body. Her skin flushed red as the heat from her orgasm rippled through her body, but everything centered in the furnace between her legs. Cramping knots in her undulating belly made her stomach look like a washboard and her womb forced her womanly nectar to drench the ghostly cock inside her. Her passionate contractions forced her sexual honey out of her body with it collecting in the bed below. The ghostly cock, it seemed, fed off of her womanly juices and the vibrations inside her only got stronger.

Kirstin had never felt anything like the fiery tsunami that took control of her body. As she was finally able to breathe again and her mind floated back to her, she felt the fingers’ vibrating on her clit and the cock reaching deep inside her boosting her towards another explosive climax. Fear started building inside her as wild pleasure began to build deep inside her towards a crescendo. She felt out of control, as the intense pleasure ripped her mind’s power from her. The dancer inside her vanished and she was now a passionate, needy and erotic woman.

The carnal passion controlled her, and her body only seemed to want more. Never in her entire life had she experienced the unbelievable carnal pleasure that had just devastated her mind and body. She was afraid that she was losing herself, but she didn’t have a choice, the bliss was too intoxicating. She was terrified that she couldn’t stop, but she wanted more! Oh God she wanted more! Now it was starting again, building towards an even more destructive orgasm. The first climax had been devastating and now an even more powerful orgasm threatened her very sanity.

In a panic she fought against her bonds, trying to get away from the bed and her ghostly lover, but her arms and legs were trapped in the manacles, and she couldn’t move. The more she fought the excruciating bliss the more it grew until it was her entire world. As she explosively shattered again, more of her nectar bathed the ghostly cock and poured onto the altar, once again feeding the cold, ruthless, ghostly rapture inside her.

Kirstin’s mind was trapped somewhere between blissful euphoria and terrified fear. She was trapped by the ghost that seemed intent on extracting every bit of passion inside her. Its cock, mouth and fingers kept throbbing, vibrating and pulsing inside her and she couldn’t stop her body from responding. The fact that she couldn’t control her body had her terribly frightened, but only in her lucid moments.

The ecstasy roared through her like a series of runaway trains. In between each devastating orgasm she had only a couple of moments of coherent thought and that’s when the panic came. However, the time between climaxes became shorter with the merciless rapture edging out any thought, pushing away her panic. Kirstin finally gave in to the unending euphoria and she delighted in the new paradise she had found.

The paradise continued unabated as Kirstin felt herself drifting on an erogenous sea. The sensual feelings pushed all of her fears and doubts into the dark corners of her mind. She felt sensual, sexy, but oddly separated from her body. She could feel her body alive with passion, but it was like she was watching someone else. It was then that she felt the ghostly presence pushing her further out into a passionate sea.

Her mind snapped back celebrating in the long-awaited orgasmic bliss that hit with the force of a rapturous hurricane. Her back arched, belly knotted, legs trembled, and blissful screams echoed through the Room as the long-awaited bliss exploded inside her. Her mind saw colorful fireworks as the buildup of an endorphin-serotonin cocktail was suddenly released. Kirstin felt as if she was soaring into outer space and her body fought against her bonds as it tried to curl into a fetal position and protect her devasted sexual core. As her massive orgasm began to abate with her mind still battling her endorphins, her mind cleared slightly.

She remembered the cycle before when the apparition had heaped orgasm after orgasm on her. Now they began again. A tsunami of climaxes washed away all rational thought and once again she drifted into subspace. Kirstin’s mind was ravaged by the unrelenting rapture, but her mind began to retreat, leaving the parts of her brain devastated by the endless rapture and bliss. Her body was on automatic, reacting with wild gyrations, orgasmic quivers and intoxicating euphoria with each loving caress of the fingers, lips and cock. Her brain was broken and now all she only a vessel for the apparition’s lust.