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Man how did she get dragged into this. A sigh left her pale scared lips as she pulled on a hoodie over her other sweater and t-shirt. It was going to be cold in that old house with no heat, and with the rain coming down she was probaly going to get wet. Pulling her hood up over her red hair, she walked down the stairs of her house. She lost a bet at the friday night bowling tournament and now she was on her way to stay the night in a creepy old place all by herself that everyone suspected was haunted.

Pausing half way down the stairs she shook her head and turned. 'Am I crazy?" she asked herself outloud as she stopped at the stop. "No I have to do this, I'm not a scardy cat.." she walked half way down the stairs again and stopped "yeah but it's haunted." the conversation with herself kept up until she heard a car honk outside her front door. It was to late to turn back.

Her green eyes watched the stairs as she walked down the rest of them, stepping out into the electric air she locked the door and walked down the walkway to the little red convertable, with the top up of course. The people inside exchanged a few words of exciment, one even trying to cheer her up.

The ride there seemed forever, and short all at the same time. She wondered if that was even possible. Sitting out side in the car she stared at the creepy old house with a "for sale sign" over grown with moss and vines, clearly no one had been here in a very long time.

"Go on Sophie you'll be fine." they told her, half pushing half coaxing her out of the car. Once she was standing on the street, they waved on her to go. There was going to be no way out of this.

Walking up the stairs to the house, she glanced back at them, once she saw them wave, she found the spare key under the door mat and then let herself into the house. Thunder boomed over her and then she heard her friends take off once they saw her enter the house. Sighing she turned to leave and then watched the rain pour down.

She was going no where tonight.
 
While the mansion was deserted and depressing looking from the outside, the first glimpse of the interior was surprising. It was fully furnished, in an almost garish mix of traditional and modern styles. Despite the months, even years of disuse, there was little appearance of dust and cobwebs, almost as if someone was keeping the place up, at least inside.

The entrance way opened into a large lounge area, with chairs and couches arranged somewhat around a large unlit fireplace in the far wall. There was a bar near another wall, and a grand piano in one corner. Paintings in an impressionist style lined the walls, most of them of women in various states of undress.

On the opposite side of the lounge, she could see a hallway that led to other rooms and a kitchen on the main floor, and a broad stairway that led to the second floor, with its bedrooms and such, no doubt. She would find the plumbing and fixtures surprisingly modern and luxurious, and fully functioning. A door under the stairs looked like it would lead down into the basement, and whatever strange rooms might be down there.

As she entered, a grandfather clock started tolling the hour, adding a curious aura of doom to her little adventure. Still, the house seemed to beckon her to explore.
 
She glanced around and explored a little bit. When she saw the grand piano she tried to hold down her exciment and stop herself from squealing like a little girl. She needed to know the place first, then she would come back and play the piano.

Walking around in the giant circle that the house was, she checked over her shoulder once in a while and then explored the bedroomrs upstairs. She noticed there was a certain creepy lack of dust to the place, plus the beds looked like they were all freshly washed. It was definetly creepy.

Chewing on her lip silently she nearly jumped out of her skin as the grandfather clock tolled the hour. She wasn't one to be spooked by things but this place was definetly creepy. Swallowing thickly she explored the rest of the upstairs and began to make her way do the bottom level again, where she came in.
 
The bedrooms on the second floor were large and luxurious. The master bedroom was particularly impressive, dominated by a huge round bed that could have held several people at once, with a broad mirror across the ceiling to reflect whatever activities might be going on upon it. It was surrounded by large bureaus that might hold clothing but actually held a variety of sex toys. The walk in closet was stocked with a full complement of men's and women's clothes sheathed in plastic wrap to keep them fresh. Most of them were very sexy and revealing outfits.

The bathroom off the master bedroom was equally fine, with an open shower with multiple nozzles and hand held attachments. The mirrored make-up bench seated three, and the table was still covered with not only cosmetics, but full body make-up perhaps suitable for theatrical use. There was also a large claw-footed bath deep and long enough to be shared by at least two comfortably.

Two other doors led from the bathroom. One opened into a room filled with a large hot tub. The tub was covered by insulated cushions, and she could feel heat from underneath them, making no sense to her without power to the deserted house. The other room led to a sauna room, with three tiers of wooden benches one could use to sit or stretch out. Again, there was a aura of latent heat in the room, as if the heating unit could be turned on at any time.

As she wandered the upstairs, she could hear the rain clattering on the roof above her, hard and unceasing. An occasional clap of thunder would startle her, and the whole atmosphere made her think she could hear things underneath the white noise of the rain. It almost sounded like a chorus of faint feminine sighs or moans. Probably just the house beams swelling from the rain.

She was back downstairs when another flash of lightning and blast of thunder was so close, it almost seemed to strike the house. The electrical lights flickered several times on and off, then went back to darkness. But there was more illumination down here now, she noted, then realized that the fireplace in the lounge was now lit and blazing with comforting heat, and an array of candles were now burning throughout the house.
 
She was fairly creeped out as she found the hot tub and the sauna. Feeling the warmth that was waiting to be radiated from them once more. Checking the closet, she stared at all the clothes and then couldn't help but search through them. She found most of them to be rather skanky but some were classy dresses and suits.

Making a humming noise, she left the closet and explored the next few bedrooms, finding them all fairly the same, with different themes. She didn't feel right going through the dresses and figuring they were empty she left them alone. She was already warily enough that she was going to find a dead body in the house as it was. Although the house was supposed to be abandoned everything pointed to that someone was living there? Did that mean they were still in the house somewhere? Where they watching her?

"Calm down Sophie theres no one here." she told herself out loud as she continued to explore. Heading into one of the bathrooms she ran her hand over the clawed tub imagining what it would be like to take a bath in such luxury. At her home she didn't have a bathtub, just a stand up shower since the bathroom was so small. She looked at all the attachments on the bath wondering what they did and then noticed the make up tables. Was this a house for actors? It sure looked that way, although with the sexy slutty clothing it didn't all make sense to her.

Pausing at the top of the stairs and thinking that the whole upstairs had been complete she noticed for a moment just how quiet the house was, and how loud the rain and thunder was. Jumping a bit she scurried back downstairs. She was half way down the stairs when the lights flickered and then failed completly. IF it was one thing she couldn't handle it was darkness. Although she wasn't plunged into complete darkness. The sound of a crackling fire caught her ears, and the light from it flooded out of the foyer.

Holding on to the railing a little harder, she slipped down from the stairs, and peered around the corner into the large room, seeing the crackling fire, warming and lighting the room as well as all the candles that were lit. Someone was in here, she needed to leave. Fear tore itself through her stomach and heart as she quickly dashed past the large double doors and grabbed her over night bag she left by the front door. Searching around she grabbed the handle and twisted it to try and open the door.
 
The handle was frozen; the door was stuck fast. She could not budge it the slightest. Behind her, she barely heard the sounds of soft jazz from the lounge and muffled voices. From the door to the basement was more music, this time a sort of light funky soul, that sounded rather dated, like from the eighties. The hint of voices from the basement stairs was like moans and sighs.

The lights flickered again with a thunder crash. This time a few of them stayed on, but not enough to overcome the flickering glow of the candles. It seemed like the whole house was being lit by a large number of them. Under other circumstances it might have been romantic. She could smell the aroma of scented candles, burning cedar logs, plus a heady mix of aromas of body lotions and perfumes.

(I know it's not much, but she needs to decide where to go now)
 
She yanked and tugged, freaking out a bit as she realized the handle was stuck and she was unable to open it.

Turning around she held fast to her bag as she heard the voices and jumped when the lights flickered. Lifting her chin she watched a few of them come on, although it wasn't enough she wished more would. Swallowing thick saliva she moved towards the lounge again where she heard the voices. Maybe someone could let her know how to get out of the house. Poking her head into the place she looked around expecting to see someone or at least a group of people considering the muffled noises. Finding no one she decided to try the basement where she heard more music and louder voices.

Holding onto her sweater she headed for the basement stairs, thinking this was a really bad horror movie. She knew she shouldn't go down there but curiosity was getting the better of her. Still holding onto her knapsack she headed down the stairs to the basement to investigate.
 
There were lights as she reached the base of the stairs. While the stairwell was narrow, it opened out at the bottom and turned left into a long corridor, probably running the length of the house. The overhead lights were tinted red, giving a glow that was either eerie or suggestive and sensual, depending on the circumstances. The music seemed to be coming from the end of the corridor. At least down here, the hard, unceasing rain and rolling thunder above were more muffled.

Moving down the hallway, there were open doors spaced out to the right. One led into a billiard room, dominated by a large pool table, with racks for the cues on the wall. The next room contained games: foosball, a couple of pinball machines that rang and flashed suggestively, apparently fully powered, as well as an electronic shooting game. There was even a ping-pong table in there. The next room smaller, with a bar built by the far wall, and an eight-sided poker table in the middle, complete with chairs and built in ashtrays and drink holders. A cut-out in the table seemed designed for a standing dealer, with room for seven other players around the table.

The next room seemed to be a mini theater room. About twenty movie house style seats were arranged in three tiers, facing a large screen against the far wall. There was a short set of stairs by the entrance, leading up to a closed off projection room, with equipment to run DVD's, video tapes, and even reel-to-reel film.

The sound of the music was getting louder towards the final room at the end of the corridor. It was a long gap from the previous room to the last. In that room, there were thick futons, pillows, and cushions nearly covering the entire floor. Speakers all around the room played the music, but mixed in with the soundtrack were moans and sighs. And, if she looked carefully, she could see the cushions bulging and pressed down, as if invisible bodies were moving around upon them.
 
Swallowing nervously she glanced around when she got to the bottom of the stairs. She had half a thought to turn and go back upstairs, but she figured she had come this far.

Pulling her bag up onto her shoulder for a little more reassurance that it was there, she began to walk down the spooky hallway of the basement. Pausing at each door, she peered in, observing the billiard room quietly. Walking in she looked at the cue and the balls. Like upstairs she found not a speck of dust on any of it, and the poles looked like they had been used recently.

Leaving that room she explored each one, throughout but stayed away from the video game room. The bright lights and sounds from the ancient pin ball machines weird-ed her out. In fact the whole place was freaking her out.

Coming to the theatre room she looked at all the chairs and at the big screen. "If I was rich I would totally buy this place, if it wasn't so freaking creepy and then have movie marathons in this room." she spoke out-loud to herself to break the silence that was stretching out around her. It made her feel very small that there were three other levels above her and a storm going on, but she felt there was something else going on in this house. Like she couldn't shake this feeling that she was not alone.

Sucking in breath she left that room and headed off towards where she heard the music, surely the people must be in here would know how to open the front door and get out.

Coming to the last room, she stared in it, her eyes grazing over the futons and pressed down cushions. She noticed imprints on them as if someone had just sat down on it, saw some of the cushions shift as if someone was moving on it, and out from the music her ears caught the moans and sighs of women and men.

Chills went through her body, there were people in this room she couldn't see. Her hair stood up on end and she took a step backwards. She was definitely alone in this house, by solid body type, but haunted. Definitely yes. She was scared, more scared than she had ever been. She couldn't see the people but she felt that they were there, she knew that they were there. Taking another step back, her foot smacked against the door way and she let out a yelp that echoed like a gunshot down the hallway.
 
That wasn't the only thing that surprised her. When she stumbled on the door frame, she fell against something that kept her from falling completely out the door. When she turned to look, she saw four pool cues had arranged themselves across the doorway at intervals, horizontally. Try as she might, they wouldn't budge, and there wasn't much room in the spaces between them for her to try and squeeze out.

Even as she tried to figure out that puzzle, she felt something gather around her legs. Looking down, she saw a soft knitted quilt, one of several strewn casually around the room, wrap itself around her ankles and tightening. Any attempt to pull her ankles free and walk or run away would likely make her lose her balance and fall onto the cushions.
 
Blinking she moved backwards and then bumped into the things. Whipping around as fast as she could she stared at the pool cues arranged across the door way. Like bars only going the other way.

Pushing her hand through she tried to grasp at something to try and get through. There was no chance though, she was unable to get so much as her leg through the bottom bars and she wasn't nimble enough to get the rest of her body through. She was trapped by an unseen force in this room.

Whimpering a bit she was still focused on that when she cried out in fear, thinking a snake had gotten itself near her feet. Looking down frantically she looked at the quilt and then watched in horrid facination as it tied itself tightly around her ankles. In such fear she tried to step back, only to have her ankles locked together. Squealing loudly she flailed her arms to try and catch her balance, as she fell. Twisting she landed with a soft thump on her belly on the cushions below her.

Grateful for the soft landing at least she immediately reached her hands down to try and yank the tie off so she could free her ankles. Struggling with it, she twisted and turned, trying to find something in the room to maybe cut the ties on it.

"I should have never come in here by myself." she said out loud to herself as she tried the knots again, her fingers getting sore and sweaty from it all.
 
As she leaned over to try and free the knots, she suddenly felt something against her back. A couple of small throw pillows were against her, rubbing up and down in coordinated counterpoint along her back. It was almost a nice massage. No matter how she might twist and turn, she couldn't escape them, moving and rubbing her, held by some unseen force. In the process of rubbing up and down her back, they were messing her clothes, pulling her shirt from the waistband and gradually baring her lower back. Even if she managed to grab one of the pillows and throw it away, another took its place until the original pillow could return.

While she had been struggling with the pillows, something like a long, furry boa slipped around one ankle and tied itself there firmly. Another similar item, this one a knitted neck scarf, tied itself around her other ankle, and then the blanket untied itself and slipped away, allowing the two separate ties to pull her feet and legs apart. A thicker pillow moved between her legs, pressing up into her crotch and rubbing her there. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull it away or stop it from rubbing her.
 
Feeling herself being lifted she tilted her head and looked at the pillows that were now moving under her. Rubbing and massaging her back as she squirmed. Feeling her shirt rise up over her back and revealing her stomach in the process. Now really wondering what was going, she continued to struggle and then watched as another tie and then another separate one tied itself around her ankles. "no stop!" she cried as they were knotted.

Struggling she tried to get them undone but it was hard as her legs were spread open, Falling backwards into the pillows rubbing against her back she twisted and squirmed, trying to push the pillow out from between her legs with no success. Causing her jeans to rub up against her clit and cause shivering pleasure to rush through her body. Trying to keep her mind on the fear and the pleasure down she struggled again, her hands coming up to try and grasp something, anything to stop it from tormenting her.
 
A large puffy pillow now appeared and pushed against one arm from the front. It wrapped itself partly around her arm and pushed it back down toward the mattresses below. Another big pillow appeared and did the same to her other arm, essentially leaving her trapped on her back, her arms helpless and her legs spread apart. The two small pillows were still at her back, making her arch her body upwards, while the lone pillow continued to rub itself against her crotch.

She saw two small cubes float through the door and toward her. When they were close enough, she recognized them as chalk cubes from the pool room, used to chalk up the tips of pool sticks. One side of the six sided cube was the chalk, with a rounded indent to match the shape of the cue tips. The two cubes dropped on her exposed belly, then slithered under the cloth of her shirt and up towards her bra. She felt them wriggle under her straps and move into her cups. And then, the cubes positioned themselves over her nipples and started to rub sensually over her tips. The chalk felt smooth and even warm as the cubes rubbed, twirled, and massaged her nipples. The pillow at her crotch, now free to move as it wished without her interference, rubbed rhythmically against her vulva through her jeans.
 
She tried hard to struggle but there was no point, whatever was controlling the pillows she was not getting out of it. Yelping a bit as her arms were pulled down and pinned against the mattress, her head falling back and her back arched towards the ceiling. Whimpering a little bit she lifted her head as best she could and tried to see what was happening as she felt her shirt move. She hadn't seen what had slithered up her shirt but a few seconds later she felt them rub against her nipples.

Gasping a little bit and struggling a bit a moan finally broke from her lips. Feeling the smooth cubes rub against her sensitive breasts causing her nipples to perk a little bit. She had never felt a sensation like that before, it was better than fingers. Although the pillow between her legs was equally distracting. Now pinned, it had access to her core. Pleasure was starting to course through her and she could feel her climax rising. Trying to stifle her moans she struggled and then found herself pushing against the pillow her mind lost in the feeling.
 
The cue chalk cubes continued to rub and twirl over her hardening nipples, seeming to gain intensity and speed as the girl was succumbing to the stimulation of her body. While the pillow was definitely rubbing her sensuously at her crotch, Sophie would gradually become aware of a more pressing sensation. Something harder, a round, solid tube, was now rubbing at her pussy through her jeans. Opening her eyes, she saw that one of the pool cues that had been blocking the door was now pressed against her, rubbing its thick base up and down against her cleft.

It was floating in air, as if controlled by an invisible hand, rubbing along her pussy, then it slid up to her waist, her exposed stomach (with her shirt riding up thanks to the chalk cubes) and sidled under the hem of her jeans. It pressed upwards and snapped open the button clasp, then pushed to force down her zipper. Now it resumed rubbing against her crotch, its smooth thickness pressing and rubbing, up and down, with only the thin layer of her panties between her and the cue stick.
 
She squealed loudly and struggled with renewed strength to try and break the ties on her. Half her brain was telling her to just submit and enjoy it, the other half terrified with what was going on, wanted her to keep struggling. Feeling the new sensation, she lifted her head as best she could and looked down between her legs. Staring in mild fascination at the pool cue, floating above her. Her stomach sucked in as it pushed against her stomach to pull the button from her jeans.

A whimper fell from her lips as she felt the thick end push down between her spread open legs and begin to rub against her core once again. It took only a few short minutes for her to start lightly moaning. Her struggling ceased momentarily as she squeezed her eyes shut once more. It was becoming hard to think with the objects using her as they saw fit, and she hardly found it strange anymore that they were. Her brain was drifting to far into the abyss of pleasure that she didn't really seem to care.
 
As Sophie drifted deeper into her arousal, her body writhing against the inanimate objects assaulting her senses, she began to see, or dream, or hallucinate shapes becoming visible around her. White blobs, semi-transparent, as if formed of fog. They gradually took the shape of bodies, male and female. Sophie was surrounded by them, in their midst. They tangled and entwined in shifting patterns, two's and three's and more, limbs moving, stroking, grasping, hips shifting in an age-old thrust and withdrawal. The images, still filmy and pale formed a more blatantly erotic tableau. Lips, tits, and pussies embraced and massaged cocks. Cunts and asses were filled with hard erections and strap-on substitutes. Tongues busily licked at whatever could be found.

The misty image of a woman's face appeared above Sophie's moaning head. She was upside down, is if on hands and knees above her. She smiled and her long hair seemed to draw along Sophie's face, but the girl felt no contact. The spirit smiled, both in reassurance and desire, and her tongue came out to lick at Sophie's lips. This could be seen, but still not felt. Only as Sophie neared a climax did she sense warm breath against her lips. Meanwhile the chalk cubes and the pool cue continued their relentless pleasuring of her body. Even the cushions that held her limbs akimbo seemed to be massaging her.
 
She squirmed hard, trying and fruitlessly resisting against the pleasure assaulting through her body.

Through half-lidded eyes she noticed the transparent woman looking down at her. Watched as her silken looking hair splayed across Sophie's face, although she felt nothing. A small whimper broke through her chest as she gave a half heartened yank, half of her brain (the one still logically thinking) was telling her, she should be fighting harder, and trying to escape. Then the other side the one over filled with pleasure was telling it to shut up and let her enjoy herself.

Her body was more willing to listen to this part of the brain as her body climbed higher towards a release. Her nipples raw from the rubbing, that only added to the pleasure. Arching her back as best she could, her hips dug harder into the pillows between her legs, needing her release.
 
The ghostly woman seemed to be holding something, and the pair of scissors in her hands were as real and solid as the woman herself was wispy and transparent. The scissors floated down, or were held by the ghost, to slip under the collar of Sophie's shirt, slicing down the center of it, shirt and bra both. Then the ghost used the scissors to shift the remnants to either side, baring the girl's torso. She could now see the chalk cubes rubbing at her nipples, coating them with dusty pale blue as they twirled and shifted to stimulate the swollen buds.

The pale ghost wasn't finished with her scissors, however. Now she leaned down further on Sophie's body, the blades slipping under her exposed panties and cutting down the center of the lacy fabric, until her pussy was exposed and open to the manipulations of the pool cue. The rounded rubber end on the thick end of the cue began rubbing up and down along her labia, getting slick in the already present moisture.

The female ghost had backed away, on her knees above Sophie's head, smiling down to her. Another filmy image appeared at Sophie's feet. This was a male ghost, naked, with an erection pointing up from its groin as he lowered to his knees between Sophie's spread legs. He moved forward, looming over her on outstretched arms with his hands on either side of her. Oddly, the pool cue seemed to be poking right through him, but when he drew closer, the cue was lined up directly with his cock. When he used one hand to rub his glans along her labia, the cue was rubbing her in the same motion. And when his hips pressed and pushed his cockhead between her lips, seeking the entrance to her core, the pool cue did the same, parting her thickened folds and easing open the muscles guarding her vagina. And when the ghost's hips began to pump slowly down between her thighs, the pool cue was pressing its thickness inside her.
 
This was just torture, as Sophia struggled a little more. Lifting her head when she saw something floating, she noticed the scissors and immediately tensed, feeling her shirt, her only shirt mind you, being cut from her body.

"Hey!" She cried out as it was flung open, revealing her 32B breasts which were being stimulated by the chalk, the nipples hard and seemingly loved every minute of it.

Her whole body felt like nerves as she then watched the woman move the blades down and cut off her panties, she swallowed thickly as she watched her body become bare for these spirits and the inanimate objects they controlled. What surprised her the most was the pool cue that was hovering between her legs, where she could see the shape of a man between her legs.

"Oh god." She whimpered her body shuddering as it was quickly covered in her lube.
With the pillows underneath her she could not arch her back and was technically immobile, lifting her head she stared up at the ghost and then felt the pool cube push itself as far as the ghost pushed in. A moan breaking from her mouth as she curled her toes with each thrust. She couldn't believe that this was happening, nor how good it felt. How long had it been since she was taken like this? Well not like this but any sign of intercourse?

Figuring she had no way out of it anyways, she laid her head back and let herself enjoy it, Her tight muscles clamping around the pool cube and sucking on it greedily.
 
The male ghost and the pool cue moved as if the cue was connected to its body, substituting for his cock as he fucked her. His hips controlled the rhythm, depth, and speed. When he shifted, the angle of the cue shifted with him, sliding into her wetness to concentrate against different parts of her inner sheath. Sophie was being fucked strongly and deliciously, and whether it was by an inanimate ghost or an animated object didn't seem to matter.

The higher her pleasure climbed, however, the more substance the foggy creatures seemed to take. The milky woman had laid aside the scissors with which she had cut away Sophie's clothes and now knelt above her head. There was a hint of warmth against Sophie's arms where the woman's legs would be pressing down upon them. She arched her back and curled down toward the girl's head, the ghost's lips forming a broad smile as they neared Sophie's. The hint of breath against her face... was that from the ghost, or her own heaving pants from the male ghost's lovemaking? Was there a soft, moist brush of lips upon her own?

Drawing back slightly with a lascivious smile, the ghost's face moved down the trapped girl's upper body, and one of the chalk cubes suddenly dropped away, leaving her fiercely erect nipple suddenly missing its presence. The woman's tongue extended, started flicking back and forth over the nipple, and there was now definitely a presence there, lightly caressing the straining tip. Above her eyes, Sophie could see the woman's own breasts hanging down over her face, the globes firm and the nipples hard thimbles. The woman shifted her shoulders and bowed her back, and there was the hint of the puckered nipple brushing across her lower lip.

The woman lifted up, moving her face back to look into Sophie's. She dipped beside the girl's head, a heated, shuddering breath tickling and teasing against the teen's earlobe. And she heard a very soft whisper. "The more your pleasure mounts, the more we return..." If she had more to say, it was interrupted by a fierce flurry of thrusts from the male ghost at her groin, the pool cue invading her deeply, rubbing her in just the right places, while the male took on an expression of impending ecstasy.
 
She could feel herself surrendering to these beings, feel every bit of pleasure that they were giving her as if someone had turned on the hypersensitive switch in her body. Opening up her green eyes, she looked at the woman above her as she worked over her. Lifting her head up, she looked down at the pool cues as one dropped off her hardened nipple, even without the sensation of it her nipple was hard and begging for more; which the ghost clearly wanted to help with.
When Sophie laid her head back down, to full of pleasure to keep her head up anymore. When she looked up she got an eyeful of the woman's breasts and felt as the others nipple brushed her lips, instinctual, Sophie licked her lips which ended up licking the woman's nipple; or so she thought, maybe this was all still in her head and this was just one fantastic dream!
The woman's words confused her, what did she mean by that? She didn't have much time to think as a loud moan broke though her lips at the male ghosts vigorous thrusting into her. Stretching and hitting every delicious spot inside her.
"Oh god, oh god." She moaned panting hard as she climbed straight upwards towards her orgasm. Her hands clenched in tight fists and unable to arch her back she let her mouth do the work to showcase her pleasure. A loud "Ah!' Coming from her, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as her body was thrown over the edge.
She felt her eyes roll back in her head as her toes curled, pleasure coursing through her veins as heat shot through her loins and through her blood. "holy fuck." She groaned her body shuddering hard.
Slinking back against the rug and pillows that were holding her there.
 
For many seconds, all she could be aware of was the ecstasy that possessed her body and mind. But as that gradually faded, she could notice other sensations. The wooden hardness of the pool cue within her was replaced by something still thick and hard, but with a certain spongy quality to it as well. The woman leaning over her head no longer seemed transparent, and the sensation at her breast was definitely that of soft lips sucking at her nipple, while the erect nubbin at her own lips was surely a nipple itself. A hand brushed her shoulder, and two more gripped her hips. Surrounding her in the room were the sounds of more moans and grunts, sighs and seductive laughs.

The woman drew back again, and this time her blond hair teased Sophie's cheeks as she smiled down. "Your pleasure brings us back," she repeated, a soft voice, but no longer a whisper.

The man between her thighs laughed triumphantly. "*I* brought us back," he declared his prowess. He withdrew his still hard penis from within her. "*This* brought us back for an interlude of pleasure. She belongs to me!"

The blond was straightening up, confronting the man who had so thoroughly fucked Sophie to bliss. "She is a gift for us all," she said. Her voice was still soft, but she seemed to be powerful among them, and the male frowned a moment, then shrugged his shoulders. "She shall be our pet, our pleasure, and through her, we will live again."

She then smiled back down at Sophie. The pressure of the pillows that had kept her immobile before were gone, The ghost's hands caressed her arms now, lovingly, as if easing her down from her still tingling orgasm. And within her, there was a sense of wetness more than her own. "Dear pet, you'll want to clean up a bit. Let me take care of you." Her hands helped Sophie to sit up, then, after a minute, she supported the girl's shoulders to help her to her feet. The figures surrounding them in an unrestrained orgy now seemed real, as real as the nude body of the woman pressing her breasts into Sophie's back as her arms around Sophie's shoulders led her through the room toward a far door.

"I know you'll have many questions," she said, guiding Sophie from the orgy room into a bathroom. "In time, all will be answered, but for now, you must relax." Dominating the bathroom was a claw-footed bathtub in the middle of the tiled floor. Amazingly, it was already filled with hot water and bubble bath. It was an oversized tub with high walls, a little wider and quite a bit longer than what Sophie might be used to at home. The woman held Sophie steady so she could step into the tub, and she stepped in as well, behind her. Together they eased down into the sudsy water, with the ghost behind Sophie and urging her to lean back against her bosom, her legs open and stretched down on either side of Sophie's hips, her arms surrounding the girl to gently splash soothing water onto her shoulders.
 
She lay there, a bit dazed and confused but in total bliss by her orgasm that seemed to have rocked her to the core. She didn't miss the fact that the pool cue that was inside her definitely didn't feel like a pool cube. Opening her exhausted eyes, she looked down at the man and then blinked as if she were hallucinating. That was a man, knelt between her legs and a definite woman leaning over top of her. They looked solid and real and touchable now where as a few minutes ago they were just shapes and fog and noises.
She pulled herself up, still in shock and followed the woman to the washroom. It was good that the second woman was there to help her up as she didn't think her legs would hold her fully.
Finally coming to her senses she hit the brakes and then tried to fight off the woman as she was guided into the hot soapy water. It honestly felt like heaven after such an intense release but things just weren't adding up, nothing was making sense to her.
Twisting in the woman's grip, she twisted around and slid to the other end of the tub so she was facing her. "What the hell is going on?!" She demanded an answer from this woman who had mysteriously come out of no where. "Who are you, who are the people downstairs, what just happened down there?!" With each question her voice rose louder until it was echoing off the washroom walls.
Sophie found herself frightened and confused, and very much trying to fight the effect the hot calming water was having on her, she wanted to be mad, wanted to be scared and it was very hard to keep feeling like that, in this moment of silence as she waited for answers she took this time to study the woman in front of her. Really she was gorgeous, blonde hair blue eyes and a seemingly perfect body and clean shaven. A far cry from Sophie who felt awkward and a little cubby in her own clothes, or lack of ones at the moment. For groomed, well she was just not as stripped clean as these two had been.
 
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