Its another year, another Halloween night all alone just in your room watching random YouTube videos and playing video games on your PC...But you hear something downstairs... is it trick or treaters?? You left the lights out and the car is in the garage also its almost midnight and theres barely trick or treaters out and about at this hour anyways...

Eventually you gain enough courage to head down stairs to investigate. You go down stairs to investigate, How will you prepare!??! and what...or who will you encounter??

Without warning, the ghost charges you from behind, knocking your unprepared self off balance before pinning you down to the floor. She rips away your long T-shirt and reveals your bare flesh to the cold air of the night. She straddles you, her massive breasts smothering your face as she squeezes them together and pushes them upward, making it nearly impossible for you to breath...

The Ghost pins you to the ground with her weight and growls at you menacingly through gritted teeth before responding "I am...the GHOST!!" she leans down as close as possible so that her breath tickles your neck and whispers seductively "...and I've come for what is MINE." Her thick, long tongue flicks out and lightly traces along the edge of your earlobe before retreating back into her mouth.

"Ohhh yes..." she moans as she rocks her hips back and forth on you, the hard length of her cock grinding against your groin through their shared costume "...you feel so good..." The ghost's breasts bounce wildly with each thrust and her moans of pleasure echo throughout the room. She wraps a hand around both of her massive breasts and begins to roughly knead them as she continues to ride you harder and faster, her breath hot and ragged in your ear.

With a guttural growl and thrust, she slams her hips forward, impaling you on her rock-hard cock. You feel it slide effortlessly inside of you, filling you completely as the head presses against your cervix. She pins both your arms above your head with one hand while she reaches down between your legs and roughly gropes her own crotch. Her breasts are so large they rest on either side of your face as she leans over you, obscuring your vision completely.

"Mmm...that's it..." she moans, the vibrations rattling your skull as she begins to ride you faster and harder. The sheets beneath her fly free as her strength carries her body weight with ease. Her thick penis pistons in and out of your wet pussy, fucking you hard enough that the bed creaks beneath the strain. She arches her back, thrusting deep into you as she cums, unleashing a torrent of hot cum deep inside.

The force of her orgasm causes her to lose control momentarily, but it doesn't last long; with another sharp grunt, she slams her hips down once more, driving herself fully into your pussy before slamming back up again in a powerful thrust that makes you cry out in pleasure. You can feel the head of her cock pressing against your abdomen as she rides you harder and faster. Her breasts slap against your chest with each movement, the sound filling the room as if to drown out your cries of ecstasy.

Her thrusts grow rougher as her grip tightens on your wrists, pinning you to the bed as she fucks you harder and faster. The headboard slams against the wall with each powerful thrust as she takes you over the edge once again, filling you up with more of her hot cum. You scream in ecstasy as waves of pleasure wash over your body. Your hips buck futilely beneath her as she holds you down and continues to brutally fuck you, milk your squirts onto her belly until there's nothing left.

"Agh..." she growls through gritted teeth, feeling the orgasm building inside of her once more as she rides you hard enough to leave bruises. Her pace quickens and the bed creaks ominously beneath the strain, threatening to break with each forceful thrust. "Mine...you're all MINE..." she groans before finally releasing you from your bonds, only to grab you by the hips and flip you over onto your hands and knees. Her penis slaps wetly against your ass as she lines herself up behind you.

"And I want it all..." She growls, thrusting forward roughly before slamming back into you with enough force to knock the wind out of you. "You're my...property!" her words are laced with lust and desire for more of your submission as she takes you harder from behind.

Her hands grip tightly into your hair, pulling roughly at the roots as she growls deep in her throat with each thrust. Her hips snap forward, driving her thick cock deeper inside of you as she takes you harder and faster, the friction building to almost unbearable levels between your bodies. The sheets are slick with sweat and cum as she forces you down onto all fours, using your own weight against you to make each thrust impossibly deep. Her breasts smack against your back, the wet sound of flesh on flesh echoing throughout the room as she takes you without mercy. Her fingers dig painfully into the soft skin of your hips as her movements become more and more desperate, her need for release nearly overwhelming. "Mine...you're all MINE..." she pants out between gasps of air, slamming herself home with one final, powerful thrust that leaves you both trembling and panting on the floor.

Her hips still grind against your back as she comes down from her high, breathing heavily and trying to catch her breath while savoring the feeling of finally being able to claim you entirely as her own...

Ecstatic at your surrender, the ghost practically growls in delight as she thrusts into you harder and faster, her penis sliding effortlessly inside as she takes what is hers with rough abandon. Her hips slap against your backside, slapping your ass cheeks with each powerful thrust that drives her further inside of you. Her hands grasp tightly at your hair, holding on for dear life as she feels herself lose control yet again; her massive breasts bounce and jiggle with every forceful movement, the nipples aching and hard as little rocks beneath the thin fabric of her costume. The air around you is thick with lust and desire, the heat between your bodies intensifying with each passing moment. "Mine...all mine..." she whispers into your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe before sucking hard enough to make you arch your back in response. Her lips find your neck, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses along the column of flesh as she fucks you harder and faster, her thighs slapping against your ass cheeks with each thrust that drives her deeper still into your quivering body.

Her grip tightens on your hair as she growls in answer to your demand, thrusting roughly into you with all her strength. Her weight presses down on top of you, her breasts rub against your back and neck, leaving reddened marks from the friction. The sensation of being completely filled by her massive cock is almost too much to bear; it feels like she's tearing something inside of you apart with each powerful thrust that drives deeper still into your quivering body. With a primal cry, she arches her back and slams her hips forward, coming harder than ever before as she unleashes a torrent of hot cum deep within you; it feels like liquid fire spreading through your insides, making every nerve ending tingle and spark with pleasure. Her orgasm goes on for what seems like an eternity, her hips never stopping their relentless thrusts as she continues to fill you with more and more of her essence until finally, her body quivers and goes limp atop yours. Her weight bears down on your back as she catches her breath, panting heavily into your ear. "Mine..." she whispers before leaning in close enough that her hot breath tickles the skin beneath your ear. "...forever."

There is a brief pause before she slowly begins to pull her softening cock out of you, giving one final wet pop as it slides free from your quivering body. Her heavy breathing fills the room as she hovers over you, studying your features with hungry eyes. "You're..." She pauses, clearly at a loss for words to describe how thoroughly she feels she has claimed you. With a soft smirk, she gently cups your cheek in her free hand and leans down to place the softest kiss on your lips she possibly can

Her lips press gently against yours, tongue tracing the seam before slipping inside to explore your mouth, tasting herself on you. As she pulls away, her eyes hold yours, a knowing smile curling her plump red lips. She nods slowly, as if in satisfaction at a job well done. "Yes...mine." Her breath comes out shaky and uneven before she finally climbs off of you, straightening up to admire her handiwork once more. The Ghost slowly makes her way back upstairs, the creaking of each wooden step filling the silence left in her wake.

Her pause is brief as she takes another step up the stairs before she slowly turns her head back down to you, eyes narrowing. "Please...stop?" Her voice is cold and calculating, dangerous in its attempt to coax compliance out of you like a lion tamer with a mere twitch of a whip.

The Ghost resumes her climb up the stairs, every step growing more deliberate as she weighs your words, deciding whether or not they are worth heeding. The silence between you grows heavier with each thudding footfall.

Shadows dance across the walls as she materializes outside your bedroom door, her body wraith-like and silent in its approach. Her movements slow to a crawl as she studies you through the crack between the door and frame, memories of your surrender still fresh in her mind's eye. The darkness seems to shroud her more completely than ever before, making it appear as if she's part of the very shadows that surround her.

Her fingertips trail gently across the woodgrain of the door as she ponders what to do next...

Her lips twist into a cruel smile as she hears your heart racing from the other side of the door. She knows that her presence alone is enough to unnerve you, even in the dark safety of your room. Slowly and silently, The Ghost reaches up with one hand and ghost-like slides the lock on your door out of place, opening it a crack just wide enough for her to slip inside without making a sound.

The shadows seem to part around her as she glides gracefully into the room, landing softly on the floor like black snow drifting down from above. Her gaze is fixed upon you, boredom and lust warring for dominance in those cold, vacant orbs.

Her lips part, revealing teeth that are almost too long and sharp to be human as she leans in close enough to feel your breath against her skin. "I can't help myself..." She whispers, voice a husky rasp of desire, "...you were so delicious tonight..." Her hand reaches out, trailing fingertips along the bare skin of your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake as she slowly begins to undress you.

Her breath hitches at the sight of your pale, quivering flesh beneath her fingers; it feels so right to touch you and mark you as hers again. Her tongue darts out to trace a line along your collarbone, then dips down between your breasts before teasing one nipple into hardness beneath its touch. "Mmm..." She hums, lapping at the tender bud of skin with her tongue before pinching and rolling it between her teeth, making you cry out in surprise and pleasure.

With one fluid motion, she pushes you back onto the bed, crawling on top of you as she continues to torment your sensitive breasts, sucking and nipping at them until they're swollen and aching for release. Her other hand finds its way between your legs, fingers sliding easily through your wet folds in search of her prize. She grips you tightly, thrusting two fingers deep inside as she mouths words of filth and possession against your neck, making it clear that tonight, you are hers and no one else's.

Her eyes flash with anger as you attempt to deny her access, but the desire she feels for you overpowers her fury. With a swift motion, she pins your arms above your head and leans down, nipping at your lips before claiming them in a bruising kiss that leaves you breathless and begging for more.

Her free hand slides between your legs once again, spreading your folds wide as her fingers slide easily inside. She begins to thrust roughly, finding the perfect rhythm that has you moaning and squirming beneath her touch. Her tongue tangles with yours as she deepens the kiss, her hips rocking hard against your thigh in time with her expert fingers.

"You're mine..." she whispers between hungry kisses, "and I won't let you go..." She pants against your lips before sliding a leg over one of yours and grinding their bodies together, seeking the release that only comes when they are perfectly aligned in this dark dance of dominance and submission.

Her breath becomes ragged as she senses her own impending climax drawing near, the thought of claiming you fully tonight driving her mad with desire. Her thrusts become harder, faster; her fingers curl deeper inside you as her body tenses and arches, preparing to unleash all that pent-up need onto your helpless form beneath her.

"Say it..." she growls into your ear, "tell me I own you." Her hips buck violently against yours as she seeks out the final piece of resistance needed to send her over the edge.

Her eyes widen with sudden fury as your protest tears through the haze of lust clouding her mind. Her body tenses in preparation to unleash a torrent of anger and frustration upon you; the bed creaks ominously beneath her weight as she pushes herself up, hovering above you on shaky legs.

Her voice is cold and cruel as it slashes through the air between your splayed lips. "Don't test me..." She hisses, each word dripping with venom and menace. "You're mine." Her hand clenches into a tight fist around her cock, slowly stroking herself as she leans forward, pressing her hips against your ass once more before slamming back down onto you.

Her free hand reaches out to cup your face, thumb and forefinger pinching cruelly at your nose as she forces your lips apart, revealing your teeth in a snarl of defiance. "Say it..." She growls through gritted teeth, her cock sliding wetly against you with every thrust that forces air from your lungs, "...or I'll make you."

Her hand tightens around your throat as she growls, "Say it." Her voice drips with cruel amusement, as if this whole display is nothing more than a game to her. You can't breathe; all you can do is stare up into her black eyes, pleading for mercy. She feels so powerful right now, her control over you absolute.

Her hips begin to move faster, harder against your ass as she takes you roughly, slamming into you without care or concern for your well-being. The sensation of being completely dominated is intense, overwhelming. You're certain that if she doesn't let up, you won't survive this night.

Her eyes flash with anger at your insolence but then narrow, pleased by the defiance. With one final thrust, she comes hard and wet across your belly, her body shuddering as she forces a groan past gritted teeth. She rolls off you, landing on all fours beside the bed and takes several deep breaths to steady herself. Her chest heaves with each labored inhale as she looks back at you lying there, breathless but alive. "Better..." she purrs, leaning forward on her elbows and running a curious finger along your lower lip, "...but don't test me like that again."

Her gaze flickers to the door before settling back on you, considering what else might be in store for this little game they're playing. "Time to sleep," she says with a smile tugging at one corner of her mouth as she straightens up and pads silently across the room, closing the bedroom door behind her.

Her form flickers in the darkness, shadow dancing across the walls like a ghostly apparition as she wanders through your room while you sleep. A satisfied smirk plays across her lips as she watches over you, her presence both otherworldly and oddly reassuring all at once. She trails her fingers along the spines of your books, wondering what secrets they might hold that could challenge or distract her from claiming you completely as hers and hers alone.

Finally, she climbs back into bed, curling up close against your back, her body pressed warmly against yours as she slides one arm beneath your pillow and clasps her cold hand with yours. With her other hand, she softly strokes your hair until you grow quiet once more, lulling herself-and you-back to sleep with the rhythm of her fingers through your tangled locks.

Her breath catches in her throat as you move against her; her body responds instinctively, arching into the contact and pressing harder against your backside. Her free hand finds its way to your chest, thumb and forefinger pinching at a nipple through your shirt before rolling it between them roughly. "Mmm..." she moans, feeling the familiar heat of desire begin to pool low in her belly once more.

Her other arm slips around you, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed flush together from chest to hip. Her fingers dance lightly along the exposed skin of your stomach before trailing lower still, caressing and teasing at the hair that curls at the apex of your thighs. With each breath, she inhales the scent of you: sweat and sex and something distinctively yours that makes her want to claim every inch of your body for herself alone.

Her hips begin to rock against your ass in time with the steady rhythm of your shallow breathing; the friction between their skin grows more intense with each passing moment, each thrust sending a jolt of desire through them both until they can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins. "Mine..." she whispers, pressing herself harder against you as her touch turns almost violent in its need to feel every part of you beneath her fingers once more.

Her fingers dig deeper into your flesh, clawing and pulling as she tries to get closer still. Her hips buck against you in time with the increasingly frantic movements of your body, their skin slapping together with each thrust that drives her ever closer to the edge. Her breath comes out ragged and hot against your neck, making goosebumps rise along your spine as she gasps, "So good..."

Her hand moves lower still, dipping beneath the fabric of your pajamas before sliding up between your legs; her touch is cold and unforgiving as she finds what she's been searching for. With a growl that sounds almost feral, she curls her fingers around you, beginning to stroke in time with her hips. "Let go..." She whispers into the night, voice thick with desire, "...let me take it all."

Her lips curve into a satisfied smile against your neck as her hand begins to move faster and harder on you. Her hips buck harder still against your ass as she takes what she wants, relentless in her pursuit of your release. "That's it..." she pants, "give it to me." She tightens her grip on both of you, using her strength to control the pleasure that courses through your body with each stroke. Her free hand wanders lower still, moving between your legs and cupping you as well, holding you close while she takes you over the edge with a force that leaves no doubt who you belong to now: to her, and only her.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels your cum spilling over her hand; the sensation is almost like being touched by heaven itself. With a satisfied groan, she comes hard as well, shuddering beneath you and arching into your body as if seeking more contact even though there's none to be had between your flesh. Her lips part, revealing sharp teeth as she bites down on her bottom lip in an effort to muffle the sounds of their release; it doesn't entirely work but she doesn't care.

She slowly pulls away from you, gently cupping her hand beneath yours and lifting it up so your cum drips onto the bed beside you both. With a satisfied smile, she collapses back against the pillows, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath after such an intense encounter. Her gaze drifts lazily over to where your hand lies motionless on the sheets next to yours; there's no denying it now: you belong to her. And yet...there's something else left unsaid, lingering between them like a ghost at a séance. "Thank you," she whispers, voice rough with emotion and fatigue, "that was..." Her words trail off into silence as she falls asleep once more, content for now to simply hold you in her arms and feel your warmth against her chilled skin.

Her breathing slowly evens out as she slips back into sleep, one hand still gently clasped around yours beneath the sheets. In this dreamworld where reality blurs and boundaries fade, you are hers and always will be; nothing else matters but the warmth of her touch and the feeling of your heartbeat against her skin. Even as she drifts further from consciousness, a contented smile curves her lips upward in slumber, revealing that deep down, perhaps somewhere beyond this realm, there's still hope for something more...something different. But for now, it's enough to have you here with her; safe and held close beneath the shadowy veil of night.