(Chocolate Strawberry + Shashuko) Maze of Decudence

[ChocolateStrawberry]

Ann

She sucked on his cock, tears running down her face as she felt him slide in and out of her mouth. She didn't know what he wanted of her, or if she'd live after this. She felt his fingers in her pussy and it scared her. She wanted to cry, but she was too scared. She could only do what he wanted.

Mindy

She moaned low as she came, the relentless pounding driving her over the edge. It was so wonderful and she wished she coudl tell whoever it was. She rocked back on that cold ghostly cock, enjoying the feel of him.

 

[Shashuko]

Ann:
He moaned and sighed feeling her warm wet mouth take in cock, he felt good and ready now. He moved to the sturups and spread her legs a little more for a better access way. He worked the head of his cock against her pussy before penetraition too hold. He filled her with every last inch of his shaft inside her then started to rock his hips as he rapped her in that mechine.

Mindy:
The ghost though dead mimiced the motion of cumming as a cold chill of liquid shot inside her, the ghost then disapeared leaving her in his and her juices, next the ghost would be going into the sisters room stalking any who would be in were they didn't belong.

 

[ChocolateStrawberry]

Ann​

She cried as she was raped, begging for him to let her go. She was scared and just wanted to go home. Eventually, she started trying to bargain, despite the fact he was pounding inside her wet pussy. "Please, there are others. Take them and leave me alone. Please, stop! Please!"

Mindy​

She sighed as the ghost left, curling up in her sleeping bag. She felt cold and sated, wondering what had really happened. If this was a normal occurance in this house, she would enjoy her stay here. Peaking to see that everyone else was still asleep, she noticed that Carol's bag was empty. She couldn't see Ann's, and thought the girl was still there. Blushing red, she hoped Carol hadn't gotten up during her little supernatural romp.

Carol​

Closing the diary, she kept looking around the room. In the closet, she found old fashioned clothes for a little girl, and few moth-eaten dresses that might have belonged to the mother. Suddenly, the door slammed shut. Jumping, she looked around the room, her flashlight poking into the shadows.

"Who's there," she called out. "Hello?"