A New York Haunting: Pt. 05

Her limp, nightgown-clad figure traveled in the air across the mattress, only to be set to her feet at the side of the bed directly in front of the frozen witness. Anders' eyes started in their sockets as the button placket of the nightgown was tugged outwards from her chest and unseen fingers worked the buttons. From neck to mid torso, seven small, pearly buttons in succession popped through the corresponding holes, exposing a narrow vertical swath of pale skin in the gap between the fabric edges.

His heart thudded and his limbs wrenched futilely against the binding spell, desperate to help Ondine. She stood docile, eyelids drooping, arms hanging, little white toes motionless on the Persian rug as her garment was unfastened. And then the delicate linen began to gather at her hips --- the inexorable ascent of the hem baring her ankles, calves, knees, and thighs. Her spellbound arms even lifted compliantly above her head to allow the sleeves to be stripped free and the gown to be drawn entirely off.

A mere three feet in front of him, the beautiful girl now stood as naked as the day she was born --- her long, dark, wavy hair spilling unbound to her hips. Anders stared with all his eyes, his motionless body inwardly quaking in a freakish tumult of terror and arousal --- the former excruciatingly intensifying the latter. His heart galloped, his breathing accelerated, his pupils dilated, and his organ unfurled in his trousers... reaching desperately towards the stripped female.

The spell left his eyes free to move --- and move they did, greedily roving over Ondine's lovely bare body. Outside of inanimate medical contexts, he had never beheld a completely naked female. Petite and nymph-like, her slim form had been adorned by Nature with alluring curves, currently bathed in luminous lamplight. As he had surmised from her clothed silhouette, her breasts were modestly sized, but oh how exquisite they were! --- plump hillocks pertly thrusting from her torso, bejeweled with rose-colored areolas and bud-like nipples.

Below her ribcage, a narrow waist curved into graceful hips --- the sinuous line extending into strong, lithe legs with comely contours at her ankles, knees, and upper inner thighs. The highest hollow beckoned Anders' gaze posthaste, and the heat of lust expanded within his immobile body. His besotted eyes devoured what he could see of her exposed sex organ --- from the lacy daub of curls upon her mons to the root of her little clitoris in the notch demarcating the separation of her outer labia --- plainly visible from his seated position.

Even as Anders palpitated with excitement, Ondine yet stood in her trance state, eyes closed.

Quickly, he noticed something else was happening: the invisible hands were fondling her teats. Mesmerized, his eyes took in the changing shape of the round orbs --- they were pressed upwards then released to bounce free, they shook from side to side (had the demon slapped them?), they were compressed such that the pink ends protruded towards Anders. The girl's short breaths became audible through her open lips.

Presently the voracious motions ceased, and the luscious mounds quivered --- he realized the unseen fingers were now playing with her nipples. Agog, he observed the rosy peaks stretched outwards and manipulated, steadily elongating and pinkening with the repeated stimulation.

A groan stuck deep in Anders' throat.

The play evidently stopped, for the motion of her breasts was now only a subtle, swaying rise and fall with her breathing, the nips remaining erect.

Abruptly, Ondine fell to her knees beside the bed.

Anders blinked. A moment later, her mouth opened, her lips forming a wide 'O'. His eyes likewise widened in immediate, startled recognition of what was transpiring --- the ghost was making her 'smoke his cigar' --- to use Simone's parlance! Just a yard away, the lovely, possessed girl was kneeling facing him, eyes shut, sucking and licking an invisible cock! So close was she, if he could stand, unfasten his clothes, and take one step forward, his engorged beast would go right into her open mouth!

But, affixed to the chair, he could only watch in pulsing torment as her wet pink tongue swirled and wiggled and her lips drew and reopened on the unseen organ. Her naked body rocked slightly, breasts trembling, as her mouth slid forward and back on what must be the shaft --- the pink circle of her lips pulling out with each backwards tilting motion. Herregud! The blood throbbed in Anders' rigid post, shifting the tense folds in his trouser front.

With a few more excursions, Ondine's hand lifted to encircle a column in the air, joining in the to and fro strokes. Her motions grew faster for several moments, but then her eyebrows drew together in apprehension above her closed eyes. Muffled choking sounds issued from her mouth, and her fingers uncurled from the invisible stiffstander --- her hand now extending palm outward as if warding something off.

The movements of her head became tense and jerky, seemingly no longer generated by her --- locks of dark hair rose in twists from both sides of her scalp, evidencing the imprisoning hands controlling the exercise. A strangled whimper sounded from the defenseless girl's stuffed oral cavity ---

--- the air pressure plummeted in the room, and green light flared, briefly rendering visible the hazy figure of a man standing between Ondine and himself. Before Anders' bugging eyes, jets of an emerald-colored substance flowed into her mouth and throat, swirling like smoke and attended by the burgeoning odor of gunpowder.

The girl coughed and sputtered for but a moment ere her body was jerked upwards off her knees and thrown backwards onto the bed. In one swift motion, her hips were yanked to the edge of the mattress and her knees were spread and pressed towards her shoulders, rolling her pelvis up.

If he had lamented his previously limited view of her vulva while she was standing, Anders could now only gaze in bawdy amazement, his mouth frozen open. Ondine's private charms were blatantly exhibited from stem to stern, four feet away.

His intoxicated, rejoicing eyes had but a moment to observe the jewel of her clitoris nosing beseechingly up from a pair of dainty, glistening inner petals, then the shadowed groove between those petals began to widen. With the unfaltering force, a dark hole tore open at the posterior aspect of her pussy... and continued to expand. Astounded, Anders stared as the orifice of her vagina dilated wider and wider around a ghostly phallus of impressive proportions, no doubt wielded by its owner standing next to the bed.

The open inlet of her cunny now formed a perfect circle. Her inner and outer lips were compressed laterally from their usual vertical orientation into a curved cuffs around the occupied entrance.

Unequivocal motions of fucking at once proceeded. The mattress rhythmically depressed and rebounded under the forceful thrusts, Ondine panting as her pelvis bounced up and down in concert. Between her raised thighs, Anders could sight along the flat belly from her pubic puff to the jiggling, berry-tipped breasts. The pink and white soles of her bare feet waved about in the air.

But this was nothing to the relentlessly displayed details of her straining aperture... stretching, shifting, and emitting salacious, slippery noises. In awe, he watched the shiny tunnel of her vagina repeatedly squeeze closed as the invisible demonic organ withdrew... only to ripple open again and again... deeper and deeper, until he glimpsed the demure, perfect pink donut of her cervix with its central dimpled portal to her womb.

Below that, between rounded buttocks, his eyes feasted on the lascivious sight of her tiny rosy anus puckering and squirming under the force of the adjacent storm --- the enchanting opening sweetly glossed by female fluid sliding down from the engagement above.

No sound made the otherworldly partner, but the girl's supplicating moans rose as the tempo of the bed creaking increased. Pounding pressure escalated in Anders' cock, desperate for release --- if not for the spell, he would have blasted his glue forthwith. He could only struggle on the brink, his wide eyes locked to the sight of Ondine's lovely open cunny taking the lusty thrusts of the unseen ghost's organ. Oh God! If only he could move and plunge into that glorious female orifice!

A wave of cold air crashed to the floor and the ghoulish green light once more flashed, revealing the outline of the man standing beside the bed. Anders' breath halted at the unfolding vision: streams of the misty jade spunk shot forth... spurt after spurt... obliterating the view of Ondine's cervix. Anders' body groaned in the agony of paralyzed pleasure.

Her sheath squeezed close in the wake of the withdrawing marauder, the restored anatomy of her lips hiding the breached entryway.

Dazed, he watched Ondine's small body tossed further onto the bed and flipped over, belly down and protuberant buttocks up. Her toes hung off the edge of the mattress in front of him. Knee depressions now appeared on the sheet, straddling her legs. Without preamble, her hips were pulled upwards till she was positioned on her widespread knees --- ass upraised and head and shoulders on the bed. The knee divots now moved between her legs, and Anders realized in disbelief that the ghost was preparing to mount her a third time --- his preternatural powers evidently exempting him from the normal physiologic constraints of cocksmanship.

Anders now had a direct view of Ondine's beauties from behind --- flagrantly revealed by her lewdly arched back. Damn! Joyously plump ass cheeks were offered up, framing her secret female holes. Her pink vulva bulged back in libidinous invitation --- the puffed, hair-sprinkled outer lips enclosing the delicate inner lips, congested and shiny with evident arousal. The shy crinkle of her bottom hole was the crowning flourish to the vision.

A series of indentations appeared in the supple flesh of her buttocks --- the marks of the invisible fingers and thumbs grasping her. The firm cheeks were spread crudely apart. Anders gasped inwardly. Between her parted petals, the small dark hole of her vagina was once again revealed --- a wisp of green gruel issuing from within. Above this remarkable tableau, the pull of the unseen digits pried open the circlet of teeny folds constituting her anus, disclosing the crimson, funneled entrance to her bottom.

The finger imprints disappeared on one side, and the springy cheek bounced free. The other buttock remained spread aside, but the expected hole did not reopen between her fanned apart nymphae. To Anders' shock, the demon was now importuning her little, flinching bottom hole!

As Ondine whimpered and trembled, the tender pleats were effaced under a blunt pressure --- the straining pink dimple was mercilessly widened to expose more and more of the darker center. Then, all at once the resisting sphincter capitulated, and a stark hole abruptly opened where the rosette of fragile skin had been --- Ondine's cry was muffled in the bedcovers.

Anders' eyes were riveted to the extraordinary spectacle. In the past, he had heard crude jokes and references to the unnatural act of sodomy but had not seriously contemplated the matter further. Now, before his very eyes, the taboo manner of copulation was vividly illustrated, and he found it impossibly stimulating. Stunned, panting, and pulsing, he gazed at the obscene and wondrously erotic sight of the girl's gaping bottom hole --- the hefty diameter of the ghost's shaft granting him a hypnotic view into her shimmering ruby-colored rectum.

In amazement did he also perceive that Ondine's initially frightened whimpers had evolved into telltale panting and faint grunts of pleasure. Å fy faen! The bawdy epiphany transported him.

Anders' unabashed, aching cock distilled its herald fluid into his drawers as he followed the motions of unrestrained copulation --- her impaled anal opening was distorted into a wide, reddened ring that telegraphed the motions of the ghost's cock, tenting slightly outwards as it gripped the withdrawing instrument... stretching even wider when it buried itself to the thicker root. As in her vagina, the walls constricted in the wake and rippled open in tempo with the strokes of the piston.

Several times was the invisible organ completely withdrawn from the girl's body, and her enflamed asshole briskly crimped shut... only a few seconds later to succumb once more to the unyielding, profane persuasion, suddenly spreading open again.

In a few brief minutes, the rhythmic, in-and-out straining contortions of her overburdened sphincter accelerated, proclaiming the ghost's fast-approaching crisis. The finger indentations abruptly deepened in her buttocks and the heavy air dropped in the chamber. Anders' heartbeat whooshed in his ears and his frantic cock surged.

Again, there was an explosion of sinister light --- this time the glowing outline of the transparent man was kneeling behind Ondine. Just as quickly, it vanished, and copious, green ejaculate uncoiled inside her open fundament. A moment later, her ravished bottom hole contracted shut around the vaporous discharge.

Ondine collapsed forward onto the mattress.

Released from the spell, Anders sprang out of the chair towards the bed, heart and cock pounding alike. The girl lay partially on her belly and partially on her side with her upper knee drawn up, her genitals yet exposed. Leaning over the bed, he saw her hand between her legs, her fingers pressed to her cunny. A moment later, her back heaved with a soft sob. Her hand limply dropped to the mattress.

Anders' trembling hand reached towards her.

His pulse hammered as his fingers touched the hot, silky skin of her inner labia. Under his sensitive fingertips, he felt the wetness and turgor... like the leaves of a succulent plant. Smothering a moan, he palpated her clitoris with the pad of his forefinger and discovered it likewise engorged with unresolved arousal. Ondine whimpered.

Gingerly he parted her slippery nymphae to inspect her vaginal opening, groaning as he beheld the green swirl of demon spunk emanating from between the edges of her ruptured hymen. Awestruck, Anders saw the reflexive synchronous squeeze of her vagina and newly puffy anus. Now the vaporous substance was oozing from both orifices --- it was definitely a vapor, not a liquid, and being heavier than air, it streamed from her holes like tongues of potion spilling over a steaming witch's cauldron.

His body was shaking, and the voluptuous heat was swelling out of control in his equipment, but Anders yet had the wherewithal to think of collecting a sample of the ethereal substance. Still gently spreading her lips with one hand, his other hand reached for the handkerchief he kept in his trousers. But with the grazing contact of his fingers against the lust-maddened pillar protruding into the pocket, all reason and regard for propriety fled him.

Gaping at her naked female charms, he swiftly jerked his cock through the fabric of the pocket, his frenzied eyes shifting between her downy bit and her puckered bottom hole. He squelched his moans as his body jolted and the boiling eruption doused his drawers.

Ondine yet lay in a limp stupor.

Thank God!

Even as his racing heart and breaths eased, Anders' shaky hand drew out his handkerchief and attempted to gather the emerald-tinged mist with it. How did one collect a vapor with fabric? Perhaps it would condense on the cotton. He refolded the cloth around the sample.

It was then he witnessed a most remarkable sight --- the green vapor vanished from her fucked vagina, and the girl's hymen reconstituted itself. Under his astonished eyes, the rent was smoothly repaired by the pink membrane re-forming... closing over her passage until only a tiny hole remained, sufficient to admit a pencil tip. The ghostly ejaculate spiraling from her anus likewise disappeared, and the swollen pucker resumed the appearance of a diminutive, pristine star.

Anders blinked and looked again. It was no illusion --- all evidence of the ghost's husbandly engagement was gone. He dared not open the handkerchief until he was in a more controlled environment. Straightening, he tucked the folded cloth into his waistcoat pocket.

Reason restored, he was wryly aware of the warm, gooey mess in his drawers and repaired to the attached bathroom. Swiftly tidying himself, he upbraided his reflection in the mirror for his lapse of control. But good God, man! Never had he anticipated witnessing the subject of his amorous desires copulating with a ghost and being fucked in every orifice, right before his eyes!

Upon opening the door to the bedroom, Anders halted on the threshold. The fire was once more crackling in the fireplace, and Ondine --- eyes still closed --- was sitting on the bed pulling her nightgown back on. Seemingly yet in a trance state, she lay down with her head on the pillow and drew the covers up to her chin.

Crossing to the fireplace, he confirmed the screen had not been moved --- the splinter of wood was still leaning against the metal mesh. His mind reeled in a chaos of utter bewilderment and guilty sexual obsession. Returning to the armchair, he picked up his notebook and pocket watch. The last time he had jotted down was 4:20. It was now 4:50. A half hour --- that was all the time that had passed during the fantastical interlude.

Chapter 20. RESEARCH

Anders scribbled in his notebook as his eyes traveled down the yellowed page of an old book. He was seated at one of the oak tables arranged along the length of the cavernous reading room in the New York Public Library --- surrounded by piles of books and journals all dedicated to a subject he had never seriously considered: the supernatural.

Glancing up, he realized the tall, arched windows had grown dark and, apart from two other similarly engrossed readers, the rest of the library patrons had departed. It was Friday night, five days after the unthinkable scene in Ondine's bedchamber.

The morning after, he had encountered the lovely patient at breakfast in the dining room but had been unable to meet her eyes as she had reported another visit from her husband the previous night.

Dr. Schuller had shaken his head slowly. "Much to my chagrin, I am at a loss to identify any corresponding symptoms while you slept. Mr. Røkke? Did you observe anything?"

Anders' mind had been flooded with a panoply of depraved and delicious images of the lovely naked maiden in the throes of sexual congress with an otherworldly being. Herregud! Her quivering breasts... her sweet pink cunny... her comely little anus were just a few feet away under her gown. Shaking his head to the doctor's question, he had pressed his napkin his mouth to conceal the sudden flush of his cheeks.

Throughout that meal, he had outwardly focused on his plate while the psychoanalyst and the Cornelissens made light conversation on trifling subjects. But covertly, he had regarded silent girl seated across from him. The subtle signs of her perturbation were evident to him, and his heart had ached --- now cognizant of the source of her torment. She had scarcely eaten --- at one point, her tensely held knife had snapped a piece of toast while applying jam. A few minutes later, her teacup had rattled and sloshed upon its too abrupt return to the saucer, drawing the notice of her aunt and Dr. Schuller.

"Pardon me," Ondine had murmured.

The pair's attention had returned to their interrupted conversation.

Lush, downcast eyelashes had lifted, and the girl's luminous andalusite eyes met his. He had stared at her, the meeting of their gazes lasting a second longer than propriety dictated. At that moment, he had sworn to himself that he would help Ondine --- if she would let him --- that he would not desist until they had exorcised this demon from her.