Ghostly Pleasures in Chains

**Title: The Haunt** The air prickled against her skin, thick with the weight of unseen hands. Claire exhaled, pressing her bare back into the cold wall of the abandoned mansion. She’d come here for a thrill—but the ghosts had other plans. Fingers, invisible but undeniable, traced the curve of her collarbone. She gasped as another set grazed her waist, tugging her dress down with eerie precision. The third ghost wasted no time—his spectral touch seared her skin, dragging nails down her thighs hard enough to make her whimper. A mouth—cold, then suddenly scorching—closed over her nipple. She arched, but unseen restraints pinned her wrists above her head. The second ghost’s tongue dragged up her neck before teeth nipped her earlobe. "You asked for this," a voice hissed, though no lips moved. The third ghost’s grip tightened around her throat, just shy of pain. Claire shuddered as something solid and unyielding pressed between her legs—how the fuck could they materialize *that* but not their hands? The first ghost chuckled darkly, parting her lips with an icy thumb. "Keep begging," he murmured. "We’re just getting started." Her moan echoed through the empty halls, swallowed by the hunger of the dead.

The cold pressure between her thighs solidified, pressing insistently against her entrance. Claire shuddered—she could feel every ridge, every pulse of spectral heat as it rubbed slow circles against her slickness. The ghost holding her wrists tightened his grip, forcing her to stay spread open as the third ghost’s phantom cock teased her, gliding through her wetness but not yet pushing inside. The second ghost’s teeth grazed her shoulder, his tongue licking a hot stripe up her throat. “We’ve waited so long to ruin you,” he whispered, voice like smoke in her ear. A sudden, sharp slap landed on her ass, making her cry out. The first ghost laughed, dragging his thumb over her lower lip before sliding it into her mouth. “Suck,” he commanded, and she obeyed, hollowing her cheeks around the intrusion. At the same time, the pressure between her legs finally pushed forward—inch by impossible inch, stretching her wide. Claire gasped around the thumb in her mouth as the ghost fucked into her with deliberate slowness, filling her deeper than anything alive could. The second ghost’s fingers twisted in her hair, yanking her head back. “Louder,” he growled. She moaned, back arching, as the third ghost began to move.

His thrusts were relentless—deep, claiming strokes that made her toes curl against the hardwood floor. The first ghost withdrew his thumb, replacing it with his mouth, kissing her roughly while the second ghost’s hands roamed her body, pinching her nipples, squeezing her hips, leaving faint bruises in their wake. The third ghost fucked her harder, his spectral grip bruising her thighs as he drove into her, the sound of skin meeting something unseen filling the room. Claire’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body tensing as pleasure coiled tighter. The second ghost slid a hand between her legs, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing hard circles just as the third ghost angled his thrusts to hit that spot inside her that made her vision blur. "Come for us," the first ghost demanded against her lips, biting down on her lower lip. She shattered—back arching, a scream tearing from her throat as the ghosts wrenched every last shudder of pleasure from her body. But they didn’t stop. The third ghost groaned against her neck, his thrusts turning erratic, possessive. "Again," the second ghost growled, fingers still working her relentlessly. "You're not done yet."

Her body clenched around the ghost’s cock as another orgasm ripped through her, waves of pleasure turning her limbs liquid. The ghost fucking her growled, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks as he buried himself deeper, his rhythm turning jagged, desperate. The first ghost’s mouth crashed back onto hers, swallowing her choked moans as the second ghost’s fingers twisted her nipple sharply—pain and pleasure blurring at the edges. The third ghost let out a rough, shuddering groan, his thrusts stuttering before he held himself inside her, a hot, impossible pulse of release flooding her. Claire gasped at the sensation—weightless, electric—as the ghost’s essence seeped into her like liquid fire. The second ghost didn’t give her time to recover. His hand slid from her clit to her ass, spreading her open before a sharp slap landed against her sensitive skin. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice dark. The first ghost released her wrists, letting her stumble forward before the third ghost spun her roughly, pressing her chest against the wall. Cold hands gripped her hips, lifting her slightly—then without warning, the second ghost’s cock pressed against her ass, slick with her own arousal. Claire tensed, but he didn’t hesitate, pushing in with a single brutal thrust. She cried out, nails scraping the peeling wallpaper as he filled her, the stretch just shy of unbearable. The first ghost crowded behind her, his breath hot on her neck. “Good girl,” he murmured, before biting down hard. The second ghost started fucking her in deep, unforgiving strokes, each one driving her higher. The third ghost’s mouth found her shoulder, licking over the marks he’d left earlier. “One more,” he muttered against her skin. “Give us one more.” Claire couldn’t fight it—her body obeyed, pleasure cresting again as they took her apart.

The second ghost’s cock slammed into her ass with relentless precision, each thrust forcing a choked gasp from her lips. The stretch burned, but the pain twisted into something darker—sharper—until she craved the brutal fullness. The first ghost’s teeth scraped her nape, his hand snaking around to pinch her nipple hard enough to make her back bow. “Fuck—she’s clenching,” the second ghost growled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “Like she’s begging for it.” The third ghost laughed against her shoulder, his fingers teasing lower, sliding between her thighs to rub tight circles over her swollen clit. Claire’s knees buckled, but they held her up, her body suspended between their hands, their cocks, their merciless rhythm. The first ghost’s free hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back. “Look at you,” he hissed. “Taking every inch like you were made for it.” She was—every nerve alive, every sensation amplified. The second ghost’s thrusts grew erratic, his cock pulsing inside her as he drove in one last time with a guttural groan. Heat flooded her ass, thick and impossible, and Claire whimpered at the overload, her cunt fluttering around nothing. The third ghost didn’t let up. His fingers worked her clit faster, rougher, until her thighs trembled. “Almost there,” he taunted, biting her earlobe. “Let go.” The first ghost’s grip tightened in her hair. “Now.” She came with a shattered cry, her body seizing as pleasure ripped through her. The third ghost didn’t stop, wringing every last spasm from her until she was limp, sweat-slicked, barely standing. The second ghost pulled out with a low chuckle, letting her feel the wet mess between her thighs. The first ghost released her hair, trailing a possessive hand down her spine. “Again,” he murmured, turning her toward the bed. “We’re not done.” Claire’s legs gave out as they pushed her onto the mattress. The third ghost crawled over her, his mouth already seeking hers, hungry and demanding. She tasted salt, heat, the faint static buzz of his form against her tongue. Behind her, hands—cold, firm—spread her thighs wider. “Keep her still,” someone muttered. Then the stretch again, cock sinking deep, and Claire arched with a broken moan as they took her apart all over again.