Bella's Ghastly Encounter

(Disclaimer, this story does take a little while to develop, and it eventually involves serious rape and some weird ghost stuff. Rape is an awful thing, and I only use it here to entertain the fetish.)



Most girls are grossed out by graveyards.

Most girls think that "goth" stuff is creepy and for nerdy virgins who dwell in places like their parents basements and shitty concerts.

Well... Bella isn't most girls.

In fact, most girls would be very jealous of her.

Her striking green eyes were so bright, they looked like two emerald stars on a dark country night.

Her strawberry blonde hair waved all the way down to her shoulders when they weren't up in her adorable pigtails.

And her tattoos?

She was covered in them.

From the flowers on her shoulder to the celtic cross on her back, her torso and arms were covered in ink.

But despite what all her boyfriends (and the occasional girlfriend) would say, her best features were the D cups on her chest.

She always complained about her huge breasts, but the reality is that she loved them, and she loved to show them off.

Her revealing shirts always featured her fantastic cleavage, and she loved feeling a warm cock between them when she'd let her boyfriends titty-fuck her.

Yup. Bella was different.

Bella loved everything dark.

Bella love ghouls and vampires, the nightmare before christmas, the suicide girls, and she really loved graveyards.

She really... REALLY loved graveyards.

She would often break into the local graveyard in the afternoon to paint, draw, or just get away when the outside world got too complicated.

And today was one of those days.

She had been waiting all day for her girlfriend, Claire to get home from her family reunion.

Her girlfriend was absolutely perfect. She was porn star perfect. Huge boobs, a stunning ass, and a delicious pussy.

They had been messing around for a couple of weeks, and to Bella, Claire was perfect.

Some people speculated that Claire was just using Bella to appear more attractive to guys, but she knew better.

If she was just using her, how come Claire had started doing her hair like Bella? Pigtails aren't common anymore.

And how come she asked to borrow her leggings and shirts all of the times?

They were best friends and lovers, they were the perfect combination.

Or so Bella thought...

Claire had come over after she got back, and Bella eagerly welcomed her.

She was so pent up. She had been holding off of masturbating so that she could go wild when Claire got home.

She even got dressed up... Or rathern Dressed down.

She wore nothing but striped boyshorts and a black push-up bra that helped her perky breasts... LIke they needed it.

Unfortunately, the second she came over, she just went to the shower!

"But baby!" Bella begged.

"Look. I'm just tired, and I need a shower" Claire sighed.

"Well.. Maybe I can join?" Bella hinted with a wink.

"I just wanna wash off. Maybe we can watch a movie or something afterwards."

And with that, she walked upstairs.

That's when Bella got jealous.

As the tattoos and flirty demeanor might have suggested, Bella's dad wasn't around much when she was growing up... And this left her with some unresolved insecurity issues.

So she decided to check Claire's phone.

There probably wouldn't be anything serious.

A couple of texts from boys that wanted to watch them have sex, her parents, the usual garbage.

Then she saw it.

A video message from a number that she didn't know.

She tried to put the phone down.

She tried to resist the urge.

She tried to pretend she didn't see it.

She failed.

She clicked on it.

And what she saw was awful.

Claire was fucking some guy on the bathroom floor.

She was getting throat fucked and thrown around like a fuck-doll.

She couldn't handle it.

She just got up and ran.

She burst through the back door and cut through the shortcut through the woods to get to the graveyard. She climbed over the broken brick wall, and ran to her spot.

Unfortunately, when she got to her usual empty spot, there was equipment, and a six foot hole.

But she couldn't go home, she just kept walking. She followed the trail into the back of the graveyards and found herself at peace.

Looking up at the stars, enjoying her peace, and she felt the gentle breeze against her midriff.

A breeze.

"Ah!" she gasped.

She was still only in her panties from earlier.

She glanced around nervously.

Thankfully it was late, and it was illegal for anybody to be there this late at night.

It really was late... She had never been at the graveyard this late before.

She was into the paranormal... But being alone in a graveyard late at night, dressed like that...

Plus...

She felt weird. Like... Somebody was watching her.

Then... She felt it. Literally.

She felt a hand on her shoulder.

She flipped around, unsure of what she would do to her pursuer... But there was nothing.

There was nobody there.

"Hello?" she called into the darkness.

Nothing.

She shivered and began to turn away.

"Hello..." hissed a whisper from behind her.

She looked back but there was nothing there.

Then suddenly the strap on the back of her push up bra snapped.

"What the fuck?" she gasped and she moved her arms to keep her bra up.

She felt the thin material tugging off of her chest.

"What the fuck!?" she yelled. She screamed, but she was so far away from anybody that she doubted anybody would hear her. She held onto her breasts as hard as she could, desperate to keep what was left of her bra in place, but it did no good.

Whatever was trying to rip it away was succeeding.

Then she felt her cute boy-shorts being slipped down her petite ass. She instinctively reached for her shorts... Big mistake.

With only one hand on her bra, the forces at work had no difficulty ripping her bra away.

She felt her arms being tied behind her back with the remnants of her bra.

Her huge tits bounced up down, seemingly on their own. They were squeezed together and slapped around by nobody.

She felt several small hands groping her everywhere, but she couldn't see anybody.

She gasped.

She felt what felt like fingers rubbing her clit and finger her.

It disgusted her how wet she was getting.

Suddenly she was forced onto her back.

But instead of falling to the ground, she was floating...

She was just suspended in the air by countless sets of invisible hands.

Suddenly a space appeared her two breasts and she felt something smooth and thick being pushed between the two of them.

She was being titty-fucked!

That wasn't all...

She felt a warm tongue lapping at her labia.

She moaned.

She couldn't help it. This was a dream for her.

Someone... or something hitting all the right spots downstairs while a big cock fucked her huge tits?

She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy it.

The lapping stopped and she felt her lips part as a something huge slid into her vagina.

She gasped as inch after inch slid into her until it started to hurt.

She panted as she tried to accommodate the huge member violating her, but that became very difficult when another invisible dong went down her throat.

She gagged, but the ghost... She guessed it was a ghost anyway... just kept advancing.

She was getting shishkabobed between these two seemingly never-ending dicks. And she was loving it.

It had been months since she had gotten a dick. She had been eating Claire and rubbing it out for ages, and her last boyfriend, Drew, was seriously tiny downstairs.

She was getting plowed.

Her huge tits bounced up and down with every thrust from both ends.

Suddenly all of the members disappeared and she felt to the ground.

She was flipped around and the dicks returned.

This time, the dick that had been between her tits moved around and prodded at her asshole until it popped in.

She wasn't a fan of anal sex, having only done it sparingly in the past, but at this point, she was a slave to this being and all of its needs.

She bucked back into the dicks and moved her tongue around the big dick in her mouth.

After half an hour of paradise, the dicks all pulled out.

Suddenly white sticky liquid was gushing out of the air onto her face. She smiled and opened her mouth, gladly swallowing as much as she could.

Eventually she cleaned up and walked home.

Naked and covered in jizz, it was quite the scene when she broke up with Claire, but she was content.

She often returned to the graveyard, but she never again encountered the ghosts.

She did however, have another interesting experience in a graveyard... But that's a different story.