Taken in the Haunted House (Extreme Horror Erotica) (Horrorcore) (2 page)

I wanted to run. The ghosts had been frightening, and the endless violations had left my body feeling broken and used. But I couldn’t deny that some part of me had enjoyed being fucked like a sex toy. This creature, this demon could tear me apart if it wanted to. It could devour me.

The real reason I wanted to run was because I wanted to let it.

I ran. On legs weak with strained muscles, I ran, trying not to trip over the trailing skirt but afraid to waste any precious seconds trying to pull the dress up with chained hands. The creature didn’t follow or make any move to grab me. I ran down the wide staircase, my breasts bouncing with every step. The front hallway was empty and the ornately carved front door was so close.

Locked.

I yanked futilely on the knob, but the door didn’t budge. I heard the floor creak and the heavy footsteps of the creature as it descended the stairs, one cloven foot at a time.

I turned, pressing my back against the door, determined to see what was coming. Its glowing eyes met mine, and it bared its teeth in another smile before flicking its hand. The chains fell from my wrists, clattering on the floor by my feet as if they had never been locked. I briefly considered pulling the dress up to cover myself, but what was the point?

My eyes went back to the creature’s demonic cock. It grew before my eyes, hardening and swelling, the dark head brushing the creature’s stomach. My pussy clenched at the memory of being filled by that monstrous organ. It stopped at the base of the staircase and raked my body with those blood colored eyes. I blinked and it was in front of me, so close I could feel its hot breath and smell the scent of fire that emanated from its skin.

The demon lifted its arm and hooked one sharp talon on the stained cloth of my dress and yanked, ripping the fabric down the front and leaving it crumpled on the floor by my feet. I stepped out of the puddle of fabric, taking myself even closer to the creature. My pale skin was dotted with bruises and bites. The deep scratches on my hips had stopped bleeding, but I had no doubt it would begin again soon. My thighs were stained with the essence of the ghosts and and the demon’s own come.

Staring up at the monster that had haunted me for my whole existence, I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth.

Its cock tasted like the inside of a fireplace, of bitter ash and acrid smoke. My lips were stretched to the point of pain around the incredible girth, and I wondered in shock how I had managed to fit this entire cock inside my pussy. It was almost as long as my arm and just as thick. Even if I escaped, no normal man could ever hope to satisfy me again.

The creature growled, and I felt the pressure of it’s clawed hands on the top of my head, pushing me down to take in more of its cock. The head hit the back of my throat, and there was simply no way I could go any deeper without choking. The sharp claws wrapped around my hair, holding me stationary while the creature began thrusting its hips, fucking my mouth with shallow thrusts.

The demon could easily have forced its cock down my throat, strangled the life out of me with that meaty organ and fucked my corpse, but instead it was surprisingly gentle. I never forgot the sharp claws pressing against the top of my skull though. As my mouth worked on the monster’s dick, my pussy quivered in anticipation at what would be coming soon.

The growls great louder, and the demon had obviously grown weary of having so little of it’s cock attended to by my puny human mouth. It pulled on my hair, lifting my mouth off with a pop. Like a rag doll, it lifted me up and with no hesitation or warning, impaled me on that gigantic cock.

It hurt. Even as lubricated as I was from the ghostly gangbang, even as aroused as I was from sucking its cock, it was still a cock larger than my fist being rammed inside me without preamble. But cutting through the pain was the delicious feeling of being full and stretched. Inch by inch I slid down, taking more and more of it inside me, wondering if it was even possible to take it all.

I felt the flesh of its balls touch my ass as it finally bottomed out. My toes barely brushed the floor and I hung there, suspended on this supernatural cock, wanting nothing more than to have enough leverage to start moving. Its demonic red eyes were half closed with pleasure, and it’s hands settled on my hips. The scratches on my hips were quickly reopened under the grip of its talons and it began lifting and then dropping me, using me like a its own personal pocket pussy.

Really though, that’s what I was. I wasn’t foolish enough to think that I was anything but a wet hole to fuck to this monster, but I had spent so much of my life trying to ignore what I really wanted. Too many nights had been spent in movie theaters, pretending to hide my eyes in fear at the horrible images on the screen, all the while squeezing my thighs together to try to put some pressure on my clit. And then I would come home and slid my hands between my legs, pushing my fingers inside my sopping cunt and tell myself that I was wet because I thought the hero was sexy, not because the monster or demon or axe wielding serial killer turned me on.

Now that buried fantasy was coming true. The ghosts had just been the appetizer. Even the first time the demon fucked me seemed innocent compared to this. I had been chained in the dark then. I could rationalize it to myself that I had been forced, but this time the chains were gone and I had wrapped my lips around that monster’s dick and sucked the taste of fire and brimstone into my mouth. I shuddered as one particularly hard thrust resonated from my pussy to my teeth. The creature’s cock was growing hotter and hotter with each thrust, becoming more and more like a hellish burning poker inside me.

‘This is how it ends,’ I thought. ‘This is how I end. Consumed by the fiery cock of a demon.’ My thoughts were cut short as an orgasm more powerful than anything I had ever felt tore through me. My whole body locked up as my pussy squeezed that scorching cock like a wet fist. Tremors wracked my limbs and blackness danced at the edge of my vision, darkening more and more until I slumped limply forward and knew no more.

I opened my eyes slowly, expecting to see that hideous face leering down at me. Instead, I saw the pale blue ceiling of my bedroom. I sat up quickly in immediately regretted that decision. The covers fell off my body and every bruise, bite mark and abrasion stood out starkly in the bright morning sun. The ache between my legs was indescribable, I was covered in sticky come down to my knees.

It had been real.

I staggered to the bathroom and turned on the shower, wondering how I had gotten away. The hot water caressed my body, running in clear rivulets down my breasts, washing away the ghostly stains. Gingerly, I positioned the showerhead between my legs, letting the gentle spray wash away the come and sooth my well used flesh. My mind flashed back to the sensation of kneeing on my bruised knees in the dark and feeling the head of that demonic cock first breach my entrance. I moaned quietly and moved the showerhead a little closer to my pussy, letting the warm flowing water coax me to a gentle orgasm, all the while thinking of that dark demon cock.

I turned off the spray and stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. I wiped away the steam obscuring my mirror and saw the black form standing behind me, leering at me. The towel was yanked off my body and I was shoved forward, bent almost double over the sink. Its cock slammed home and it was everything I could do to hang onto the edge of the sink, clinging to the tiled surface as it ravaged me.

The beast leaned forward and pressed its dry, leathery lips to my ear and uttered the first words it had spoken to me in a voice that sounded like every half heard whisper at the edges of your nightmares. “You’re marked now. You asked for this. You wanted this.” It punctuated every sentence with another deep thrust, almost lifting me off my feet. “I’ll be back, and soon the others will come.”

The demon came with a roar and sank its jagged teeth into my shoulder. I cried out in an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain as it emptied itself into me. The monster pulled out and my knees buckled. I sat down on the cool tile, looking up at the creature that stood above me.

“When you think of us, we will know. And we will come.”

Then it was gone, and I was left alone with the knowledge that I would never really be alone again, even inside my own head.

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Yes Professor

“I’m open to your offer, but what you propose could cost me my job and you your entire academic standing. You need to keep your schoolgirl mouth shut.” He hands slowly unfastened his belt buckle. “Except for when I’m using it.”

His words and presence were effecting me more than I wanted to admit. My nipples were even harder and I could feel heat and wetness growing between my legs. I nodded, and started to unbutton my shirt.

“Slowly.” He ordered. “I’d like to savor this.”

He sat back down in his desk chair, his hand idly stroking the growing bulge in the front of his pants. Each button that opened revealed another flash of creamy skin. The final one popped off as I opened it, landing someone in the corner as the shirt slipped to the ground and left me bare breasted in front of my teacher.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he said matter-of-factly. “Only sluts walk around with a bra. Are you a slut Hannah?’

“Do you want me to be?” I countered.

He chuckled darkly. “What I want is for you to bring those tits over here.”

I crossed the room to him slowly, the heels of my shoes tapping on the floor. My nipples were erect in the cool air, but I couldn’t blame how wet I was on the room temperature.

“Sit on the edge of my desk and spread your legs.” Obediently, I did, hiking up my red and gold plaid skirt to reveal my plain white panties. The entire crotch was soaked with my juices, and the wet spot was obvious to his eyes. “Absolutely dripping for it. I think you are a slut, Hannah. You might have even failed that test on purpose, just to give yourself an excuse.” He groped my tits roughly, pinching my nipples until they were bright red and swollen.

“I bet you think about me at night, don’t you?” he observed. “When you’re alone in your bed, you put your fingers inside your pussy and think about nasty Professor Sharp.”

I flushed because he was right. I had masturbated more than once with his face in my mind. A favorite fantasy had me spread out on one of the lab tables while he pounded into my pussy. I just hoped I could satisfy him with a blowjob. I didn’t want to lose my virginity this way.

“Touch yourself.”

“What?” I asked, slamming my legs shut, slightly horrified at the thought of him watching me with those intense eyes.

“You heard me. I want to watch you do everything you do to yourself at night.” He smiled cruelly before adding, “Do it or no deal.”

Yes, Professor 2 - Bottom's Up

Professor Sharp was sitting at his desk, regarding me coldly. “You’ve been a naughty little whore.”

“I don’t understand.” I crossed the room to stand beside his desk and he slid a phone across the surface toward me. I recognized the blue and white striped case as Harry’s. My finger brushed the on button when I picked it up, and the screen lit up, showing a photo of me, naked and masturbating.

I looked up at Professor Sharp, shocked. “Where did you get this?”

“You dear boyfriend was showing it to one of his idiot teammates,” Professor Sharp stated calmly, almost fooling me into believing he was unaffected by the photo. “I was right when I assumed you were a slut, virgin or not. You obviously just want a dick in you, one way or another.”

I laughed softly at the spiteful words, since it had been Professor Sharp who had woken up the hunger that enticed me to let Harry into my body. “Do you know what I was thinking of when Harry was snapping that picture?” I waited until his eyes met mine. “Your mouth on my pussy. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since that day.”

Before I could react I was shoved up against the filing cabinet, the sharp metal edge digging into my hip as Professor Sharp plundered my mouth with his tongue. His hand was under my skirt and I heard a rip as the fabric of my panties tore under his insistent hand. I didn’t even realize he had unbuttoned his pants until I felt his cock spear me, sliding into my dripping cunt without hesitation.

His hips began a punishing rhythm, pounding me into the metal cabinet. Every thrust was  pushing the memory of Harry’s touch further from my mind. He pulled back from the kiss and started licking and biting his way down my neck, his dick never wavering as he rammed into me, nearly lifting me off my feet with the force of his thrusts.

“Does that boy’s cock make you feel like this?” he growled, grinding his hips against mine, giving my clit that delicious friction I was craving.

“Noooooo,” I said, my voice shaking as his punishing rhythm jarred me with each thrust.

The tremors were starting in my extremities and I knew an orgasm was imminent, and I almost asked permission, remembering his reaction from last time. Then I remembered what he had done when I disobeyed him by coming without permission and kept silent.

After all, I had been a very naughty little slut.

“Professor!” I moaned, my vaginal muscles clenching around him and gripping his cock like a wet fist as my orgasm shook through me. A few more thrusts and Professor Sharp was crushed against me, groaning an oath in my ear as his hot seed filled me.

He pulled out and slumped back on the desk chair, pulling me with him to collapse boneless on his lap. “I should take a picture of the way you look now and send it to your boyfriend so he can see what a well fucked woman actually looks like.”

I could only imagine the fury Harry would feel if he knew that not only had his most hated Professor had bedded his girlfriend, that the hated Professor had gotten here first, planting his flag in the virgin land.

“You do still need to be punished for what you did though.” The cruel smile was back in his voice. He stood up, effectively dumping me from his lap, and grabbed a keyring from the desktop, fitting a small silver key in the locked bottom drawer. He removed a black fabric bag, and from the recesses of that bag pulled out a slender black dildo.

“That doesn’t look much like punishment, sir,” I said, testing the limits. A sharp smack on my ass silenced me.

“Bend over. You know how.”