Ama’s Paranormal Quickies 3: The Asylum by The Midnight Shade
Welcome back for round three of this miniseries.
In this chapter of Ama’s life she decides to find the ravenous murderers of an abandoned mental hospital. , Ama’s Paranormal Quickies 3: The Institution
A few months had past since her last trip. Ama’s addiction came calling again.
For something new.
This time she found an abandoned asylum for the criminally insane. One that had a terrible fire during a riot before it shut down for good.
She read a couple different accounts across various pages who claimed to be raped by multiple entities. Sometimes they would see them, all of them horribly burned.
She did research to find out the act was done by three twisted psychopaths, the oldest of them an old freed slave from the civil war who was quite a racist toward white people. She was a bit nervous seeing as her father was one hundred percent Swedish. These patients got some of the worst treatment from the staff. Raping and killing a female cop during the riot they incited.
When they were done with her one lit a cigarette. They didn’t know a gas line had disconnect while they were throwing her around.
They all burned in the kitchen.
Her yearning for a more dangerous spirit was at her.
And a violent ghost gang bang sounded right for her.
At least it did until the fourth night in the abandoned hospitals kitchen and she didn’t feel anything.
She didn’t see anything. Nothing with her new ghost hunting equipment. Her recording devices, her ghost box, or any of her cameras.
She left once a day to freshen up at a gym after she did a run of the collapsing building.
She kept candles lots and brought a feedback device hoping it would feed the spirits.
However all she got was silence. She was ready to give up but decided to give it one more night.
This time she decided to try a different tactic.
She’d wear something sexy and reenact the police officer begging for them to stop.
The uniform consisted of a black mini pencil skirt that accentuated her voluptuous frame, tucked in was a blue button up blouse with the top buttons undone. A black five point hat with a badge on it. A badge on her chest. And a police belt with a baton, and a verity of dildos. Knee high four inches heeled boots made of leather. Leather gloves and a pair of sunglasses. Her lips smeared in pink lipstick and a glossy pink. Mascara and put her hair into a ponytail.
She laid her sleeping bag outside her tent and all of her blankets.
She decided to sleep while playing the feedback device in the oven that blew.
Setting her alarm for 3am.
She napped listening to Fur Elise on repeat.
When she woke.
Her lamp was out.
However in a building with no power the kitchen lights were flickering.
She slowly began to rise, the drowsiness clearing up quick as her pulse quickened.
She wielded a smile seductively speaking, “Wait, you don’t have to do this. Please don’t hurt me! Don’t defile my body and my tight, wet, holes!”
She heard a deep chuckle beside her ears.
She could see them. At different times as the lights flickered.
White uniforms. Thick cotton pants no more then scrubs, full of burn wholes and smoke stained black in many areas. The tops were cotton shirts with the same burns.
Their skin charred on the outside, but a lot of exposed soft ruined flesh underneath.
“Don’t do it. Don’t fill my tight holes with your big sloppy cocks!” She begged, her hand dragging down her face and biting her pinky.
A loud smack came as her head whipped right, her sunglasses flinging off her face.
“Please, I just get so wet when such big psychopaths get so close!” She pretended to beg. Feeling and half seeing her legs being spread by two of them. She fought getting herself hot as they forced her legs open.
One with a specifically she noticed with the biggest bulge under those sweat pants, was suddenly directly in front of her and disappeared.
When she felt a large long member land on her face. She slowly breathed in widening her mouth. A dragging imprint slid down her lips on the left side of her face. Her nose slightly tilting to the right.
Her blouse ripped open as buttons flew in every direction revealing her black lace bra barely hold her D cups.
In between the lights she could see the burned raw phallus dragging down her face.
Falling off onto her chest.
She looked past the gooey member sliding between the tight cleavage.
Seeing a grotesque member of the crew she saw with its face distorted in agony.
Crawling towards her, it jaw ripped wide as if by a powerful man. The tongue lingering much further then it was supposed to. The muscle itself having been ripped out from the tissue binding it.
Between her legs going in and out of reality. She felt her thong shift seeing it blip in and out of perception going toward her slit in seconds. She felt when it felt the direct muscles with surface skin connect to her pussy.
She gasped looking back up to see the tall wide framed black figure sliding its fat member between her melon breasts.
Feeling that tongue sliding up and down her thighs. She briefly saw it look at her.
When it disappeared she felt a snaking force slither in between and enter her slit. She felt a tongue slither further then any tongue. It felt like a tentacle how far it reached. Her eyes raised looking at the in and out specter in its black holes of eyes. “White. Bitch.” It snarled pumping faster.
Feeling his large rough fingers gripping her shoulders, pulling her back and forth. Its phallus spreading her breasts apart.
The tongue in her withering back and forth in and out of her soaking wet slit. Her juices leaking from the sides of her folds.
Her eyes glancing up seeing two of the spirits standing in the same spot, going through each other like two holograms. The large black one and a gangly shirt thin one. The eye of its member staring her. Large and fat for the small mans size, with a engorged head thicker then the shaft. Like before it disappeared again in the flashing lights. She closed her eyes moving her head forward and her mouth open.
She felt the pressure of its spectral phallus move her lips as she guided it in with her tongue.
Her eyes squeezed, her jaw stretching out as the head of its fat cock immediately blocked her windpipe. She gagged feeling her throat stretch as inch after inch of its member slid in.
“Oink, oink, pig.” A voice said over the spirit box
She coughed and gagged more her pleasure rising.
The tongue in her pussy, her tits being roughly groped and fucked harshly.
She felt the thick energetic dick slide in and out of her throat making the noise *gwock* *gwock* *gwock* over and over as the face fuck continued.
“Slut” was whispered over the ghost box followed by a quicker slightly louder “whore”.
She was almost there.
So close they just needed to keep going a little longer.
Her breasts sore from the rough hands man handling them like stress balls.
Her eyes watered while she slurped, gagged and deep throated the dangerous ghost of the mental patient. Her left leg began to shake. Her eyes rolling backward as a blended orgasm washed over her stimulated body. Her lips tingled, her nipples felt free and her pussy felt like an electric current of ecstasy.