21-04-2021, 02:24 AM
The shadow grew overly excited, kept on pushing its cock deeper and deeper; Gina's toes curled, her head hanging upside down, her panting more intense and rapid.
* * * *
"What was that?" Dana leaped hastily on her feet.
"Came from upstairs," Tony noted, then they exchanged a horrified look. "Fuck, stay here," he ordered her and shot out of the room.
"Wait, damn it," she followed him, her heart banging hard against her ribcage.
They climbed the stairs in a rush.
They called for Gina, but, the house was once more covered in its familiar unsettling silence. They inspected the rooms, sticking close to each other.
* * * *
"God, it's...too deep already," she writhed, the shadow leaning heavily over her, fondling her breasts; she could discern its wide grin, as well as the slight befuddlement in its fiery eyes. "Yes, don't stop, no...can't take it, but, don't stop."
The shadow thrust slow, methodically; gradually pushing its monstrosity for a cock deeper. Her cervix was being punched, she knew there could be physical repercussions, but, rationality had flown out the window; she did not care for anything but that single instance of getting stretched wide open by something unidentifiable, yet skilled and passionate.
In loud, groaning whispers she plead with the shadow not to stop, begged it to go deeper; she wanted to know how balls-deep would feel like, she was suddenly desperate to discover the unknown pleasure of being stuffed beyond bodily limits.
And the shadow dutifully obliged, its icy tongue swirling around her erect nipples, causing even more pleasure to arise, contrasting her extreme bodily heat. Gina moaned and groaned and screamed, the physical laws had stopped applying for her and pain and pleasure had intertwined into a new emotion she could not comprehend, but had every intention of retaining and enjoying.
* * * *
"Gina!" Tony tried, unsuccessfully, the locked door. "I think I heard her, she's in here."
"Go in!" Dana cried.
"It's stuck!" He pushed the door, shoved it, crashed on it with his shoulder.
"Or locked?"
"How?" He dismissed her angrily, still banging on the door with all his might.
"Wait, we need to find something to..." she took a few steps around, desperately searching for anything useful.
* * * *
Long thrusts, the shadow grew impatient from the noise; for Gina nothing existed, her friends' voices mere static from a broken radio. Insignificant. The pounding intensified, going in and out in long movements, her pussy widely stretched, finally accommodating the cock nicely; Gina's body trembled in its restrained position, her toes curled and numb, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
One long, strong thrust; deep inside. The cock pulsated deep inside her, flooding her with hot cum; at the same time, an unprecedented climax—incomparable even to a shot of the purest junk—overwhelmed her body and mind, as the spasms of her stomach turned uncontrollable, her thighs shaking wildly; the cock was pulled out, a waterfall of cum and juices flooded out her gaped pussy, and Gina sighed deeply, drawing in deep, long breaths, still lost in the realm of the unreal orgasm.
"Gina, what's going...are you okay?!" Tony went in first and rushed to Gina, who was still tied up on the metal bed of horrors, alive and ruined.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" Dana stroked her hair tenderly; their eyes met for a moment, and Gina offered her a faint, exhausted, but, entirely reassuring smile.
Tony managed to unlock the shackles and they helped Gina sit up.
"How are you?" Dana asked in terror, holding her friend gently from the shoulders.
"Amazing," she said, without the slightest undertone of sarcasm, and the other two shared a glance of confusion.
"As long as she can joke?" Tony told Dana, shrugging at a complete loss.
"Should we call an ambulance?" Dana asked.
"No, no; no ambulance, no doctors," Gina said in a stern whisper, finally beginning to regain her composure and mind. "Honestly, I'm good."
She slowly touched her feet on the floor and, with the help of both her friends, stood up; her knees buckled at first, but, miraculously, she did manage to keep her balance.
"See? I'm alright," she gave them a wide smile. "I'm perfectly fine," she picked her pants up and sat on the edge of the bed. As she pulled them up, she quickly—afraid to be seen by her friends—ran her finger across her gaped pussy; instantly, a pleasurable tingling shiver overcame her and for a few seconds she blacked out from the thrill.
"What happened?" Dana asked worrisomely, after they stepped outside the house; Gina wore Tony's leather jacket over her shoulders.
"I've no idea," Gina replied truthfully and stole a final, lustful glimpse of the house, "but, whatever it was...it was good," she whispered the last part to herself and licked her lips, tasting ice.
* * * *
"What was that?" Dana leaped hastily on her feet.
"Came from upstairs," Tony noted, then they exchanged a horrified look. "Fuck, stay here," he ordered her and shot out of the room.
"Wait, damn it," she followed him, her heart banging hard against her ribcage.
They climbed the stairs in a rush.
They called for Gina, but, the house was once more covered in its familiar unsettling silence. They inspected the rooms, sticking close to each other.
* * * *
"God, it's...too deep already," she writhed, the shadow leaning heavily over her, fondling her breasts; she could discern its wide grin, as well as the slight befuddlement in its fiery eyes. "Yes, don't stop, no...can't take it, but, don't stop."
The shadow thrust slow, methodically; gradually pushing its monstrosity for a cock deeper. Her cervix was being punched, she knew there could be physical repercussions, but, rationality had flown out the window; she did not care for anything but that single instance of getting stretched wide open by something unidentifiable, yet skilled and passionate.
In loud, groaning whispers she plead with the shadow not to stop, begged it to go deeper; she wanted to know how balls-deep would feel like, she was suddenly desperate to discover the unknown pleasure of being stuffed beyond bodily limits.
And the shadow dutifully obliged, its icy tongue swirling around her erect nipples, causing even more pleasure to arise, contrasting her extreme bodily heat. Gina moaned and groaned and screamed, the physical laws had stopped applying for her and pain and pleasure had intertwined into a new emotion she could not comprehend, but had every intention of retaining and enjoying.
* * * *
"Gina!" Tony tried, unsuccessfully, the locked door. "I think I heard her, she's in here."
"Go in!" Dana cried.
"It's stuck!" He pushed the door, shoved it, crashed on it with his shoulder.
"Or locked?"
"How?" He dismissed her angrily, still banging on the door with all his might.
"Wait, we need to find something to..." she took a few steps around, desperately searching for anything useful.
* * * *
Long thrusts, the shadow grew impatient from the noise; for Gina nothing existed, her friends' voices mere static from a broken radio. Insignificant. The pounding intensified, going in and out in long movements, her pussy widely stretched, finally accommodating the cock nicely; Gina's body trembled in its restrained position, her toes curled and numb, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
One long, strong thrust; deep inside. The cock pulsated deep inside her, flooding her with hot cum; at the same time, an unprecedented climax—incomparable even to a shot of the purest junk—overwhelmed her body and mind, as the spasms of her stomach turned uncontrollable, her thighs shaking wildly; the cock was pulled out, a waterfall of cum and juices flooded out her gaped pussy, and Gina sighed deeply, drawing in deep, long breaths, still lost in the realm of the unreal orgasm.
"Gina, what's going...are you okay?!" Tony went in first and rushed to Gina, who was still tied up on the metal bed of horrors, alive and ruined.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" Dana stroked her hair tenderly; their eyes met for a moment, and Gina offered her a faint, exhausted, but, entirely reassuring smile.
Tony managed to unlock the shackles and they helped Gina sit up.
"How are you?" Dana asked in terror, holding her friend gently from the shoulders.
"Amazing," she said, without the slightest undertone of sarcasm, and the other two shared a glance of confusion.
"As long as she can joke?" Tony told Dana, shrugging at a complete loss.
"Should we call an ambulance?" Dana asked.
"No, no; no ambulance, no doctors," Gina said in a stern whisper, finally beginning to regain her composure and mind. "Honestly, I'm good."
She slowly touched her feet on the floor and, with the help of both her friends, stood up; her knees buckled at first, but, miraculously, she did manage to keep her balance.
"See? I'm alright," she gave them a wide smile. "I'm perfectly fine," she picked her pants up and sat on the edge of the bed. As she pulled them up, she quickly—afraid to be seen by her friends—ran her finger across her gaped pussy; instantly, a pleasurable tingling shiver overcame her and for a few seconds she blacked out from the thrill.
"What happened?" Dana asked worrisomely, after they stepped outside the house; Gina wore Tony's leather jacket over her shoulders.
"I've no idea," Gina replied truthfully and stole a final, lustful glimpse of the house, "but, whatever it was...it was good," she whispered the last part to herself and licked her lips, tasting ice.