The League of Planets Ch. 02

The phantom was intent to see just how passionate this body could be, but also to wipe her mind of any thoughts except the rapture it was heaping on her body. Her mind needed to be suppressed and hidden so the passion would take center stage. All it wanted was a writhing, bliss filled form for its own orgasm to control. To get there it needed to keep this body on passions edge, building the unexploded bliss until an orgasm was the only thing this body required and everything else was wiped from her mind.

As it kissed its way down her flat, muscled, quivering and convulsing belly, it paused to pay homage to her very sexy navel before its lips joined its fingers making love to the core of her sexuality. The ghost licked her clit, watching her quivering response, it smiled as it settled between her legs and began to take this breathtakingly beautiful woman to new heights of ecstasy. It pulled one of its fingers out of her to give room for its tongue and with its first taste of her nectar it was addicted. It began to lick, suck and feast on her succulent nectar. Her body went wild with shakes, shutters and seizures and it was a good thing she was bound to the bed so it could continue its feast.

In Kirstin's entire life nothing prepared her for wild and uncontrollable ecstasy buffeting her mind and body. The ghostly lover knew how to send her into apocalyptic climaxes, but also tease her and keep the orgasms buffeting her enraptured form. Her orgasms were the leg shaking, stomach knotting, hip hunching kind of orgasms she always dreamed of and her body went wild with the unimpeded rapture.

After the ghost brought her to her first orgasm, she lost the ability for rational thought and all she could do was feel. Her body had no experience of how to cope with these feelings and her formerly graceful body was out of control with spastic responses to the rapture stampeding through her sexual core. The apparition was loving her reactions but needed more and moved to suck her clit into its mouth, then caress and work it with its tongue.

As it took her clit, Kirstin exploded into her strongest climax yet with all her pussy, stomach and legs seizing in convulsive bliss. Her rapture tried to pull her whole body into a fetal ball, but her bounds held her tight, and her muscles knotted exuberantly. The cords on her arms and legs popped against her skin, while her belly tangled in a knotty six-pack. Her breath came out in an explosive stuttering scream.

"OH GOD... OH GOD... OH FUUCCKK."

With her whole-body cramping and seizing in orgasmic bliss, the ghost knew it was time to move to the next step. The apparition gave her succulent pussy a final kiss before reluctantly pulling back from her delicious juices. Now it knew what kind of erotic rapture she was capable of but the apparition needed more. It was going to tease and torment her until she was insane with need but it would still go beyond that. When it finally gave her the climax it wanted the release would break her mind and body leaving only a gorgeous shell of a woman.

She began struggling again and unsuccessfully tried to escape the ghostly clutches, she fought her bonds attached to the bed. But soon came to realize that a quick death or even torture was not the apparition's goal - or at least not the kind of torture she had feared. As she opened her eyes the ghost returned and slowly, almost seductively, began caressing anew her sensitized skin searching for areas that could provide the most erotic delight. She whimpered, moaned and squirmed as her body began to respond again to the ghost's merciless rapture.

The swarm of fingers and lips took its time turning her panic into arousal, armed with years of experience honing its skills on various beings' anatomy. The ghostly silky caresses slowly stroked the hills and valleys of her skin searching for areas that would illicit a gasp, whimper or moan of pleasure.

After what seemed like hours Kirstin was writhing again, all thoughts of escape had been rendered moot by such deliberate seduction. It was too dark to make out the minute details of the ghostly form, though it had absolutely no trouble in tantalizing the minute details of her own body. It seemed to read her every desire as if each one of her movements were its very own script. Tiny caresses snaked across her body, using fingers, lips and cock to tease and gauge her reactions.

Her mind's eye could not keep up with the ways it explored between her thighs. The ghostly apparition seemed to know just how to cause her body to betray her; it had much experience in making one lose themselves to the desires of the flesh. So many touches caressed the lips of her sex while others sought out the delicate jewel nestled within, slowly circling until her clitoris was pulsating with arousal.

With each teasing touch, the ghostly apparition felt every micro muscular reaction and began to learn how Kirstin reacted to each second of teasing contacts. While Kirstin tried fruitlessly to escape the clutch of her captor, deep down she wondered how much this ghost was tapping into her most intimate desires. If only she knew what was to come, perhaps she'd have tried so much harder to fight. She still was not sure why it was treating her to such a whirlwind of pleasure, seducing her body like the most attentive of lovers.

However, the ghost would not give her the respite of caressing that sensitive clitoris the way she needed. It had given her orgasms beyond her experience, but now was content to drive her wild, but without her climatic release. For so long it had toyed with that little morsel, causing her hips to sway in a desperate bid to communicate that it had won her over. Instead, those little caresses continued to caress her folds with cruel fingertips, taking joy from every muscular twitch of anticipation.

The tongue at her clitoris slid and prodded tenderly like one hundred tongues all playing with their meal. As time went on though, and as it continued to arouse her pushing towards her climax, but never letting her achieve it and she'd soon understand that the ghost needed a massive climax to release it.

The erotic thunderstorm inside her raged until all other thoughts were pushed aside. The storm inside her continued to build until it was a tornado, twisting her body and wringing every last drop of ecstasy from her loins. It was pleasure beyond anything she could imagine, and it kept building until it was pure agony. For a few moments she wondered how pleasure could turn into misery, but then her mind lost all cognitive abilities.

The more it went on, the more the ghost learned about her, and how to keep her teetering on the edge. Suddenly came the little strokes of its phallus against her soft, wet petals, just pushing to that twitching opening. Always enough to make her hope for more though still it would not offer relief, keeping her pussy constantly dripping without any sign of penetration.

Each time the tip of its large appendage pressed into her; Kirstin felt soft little vibrations moving autonomously towards her clitoris. It wreaked havoc on her imagining what that would feel like if only it slid inside her needy pussy, to be fucked while having the vibrations stroke right against the most sensitive parts within her. Kirstin vaguely remembered feeling this once before, but she couldn't think, only feel. She imagined the vibrations stroking her G-Spot and clit at the same time and she tried arching her hips into the torturous appendage to help her achieve her vaunted climax.

She knew it could give her wonderous orgasms, but she was denied that bliss, because it needed to have her excited enough to forcefully pull the orgasm from it. She felt as if she were going to die of unrealized pleasure, with her bliss just over the horizon.

At one point the cock against her pussy started to vibrate, forcing her to feel every ridge and groove that squirmed against her sensitive sexual core. She begged and pleaded like her life depended on it - all to no response. The apparition simply kept the wondrous tip just far enough away to let her feel it press her pussy lips apart every time she gyrated her hips against it. Feeling the little cock just at her opening, swaying a little as if trying to slip a little further into her pussy, was truly maddening. The ghost wanted her to know that her efforts to fight against it were hopeless and she would become its marionette as it dictated her every movement.

She was supposed to remember something and yet, she wanted the cock inside her more than anything else in the entire world. Kirstin opened her mouth and closed it a few times, like a fish gasping for breath outside of its tank. Her mind went completely numb once more as the ghostly appendages devoured her sumptuous flesh hungrily. Sparks ignited inside her, and a storm built to dangerous levels in her core. She was so close to reaching the precipice that it had her standing on. She wanted to go over... no she needed to.

Being turned into a brainless, sex-induced corpse was not her preferred way to die, but it would be painless. As a matter of fact, it would be the most idyllic way to die.

Even just the slight teasing motions around her clitoris, the occasional hum of pleasure to her pussy, was enough to bring her flying towards the pinnacle. Adding the suction from its lips to her nipples flung her right to the edge. It drew her nipple up and lavished that stiff peak with numerous tongue-lashing sensations, all in a bid to make sure she never lost focus on what it could do to such a small part of her body. Every time she got close, however, it kept her on the brink for as long as she could possibly take.

She knew full well that her pleas had no effect, yet when the ghostly fingers peeled back her clitoral hood to let another finger brush over the tip, she still screamed out every promise and plea her mind could muster, just to feel the fingers clamp down on her clit. It was the most diabolical of tortures to push her closer and closer to blistering edge of her orgasm, yet never letting her have it. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm for her felt like hours, was a torture she had never even thought of. Her body betrayed her, her pussy became the focus of her whole world, and her brain could no longer process the unending pleasure.

Her eyes lost their focus, her brain began to shut down while her breathing became labored, and her heart thumped wildly in her chest. Only her muscles automatic response to the unceasing, torturous teasing still reacted the way they should. But before her mind completely shut down, its cock did finally scrape her engorged pleasure filled nub in her pussy and pushed inside her relentlessly. Kirstin arched away from the bed as every muscle tensed and strained in shock and joy.

Finally, the very thing that Kirstin had been craving for. The ghost pressed the bulbous head of its cold, thick, engorged cock firmly against the Kirstin's pussy. The lips of her sex spread around the head of its cock, stretching wonderfully and almost painfully as it slowly pierced her womanly cleft. Her moans, cries of pain, whimpers of pure pleasure, echoed around the room. It was music to the apparition's ears and now it can begin in earnest.

It was beyond anything she had ever felt, because she felt an energy consuming her. She felt like the ghost had some kind of power washing over her. Her whole body vibrated, resonating with power that centered in her desperately craving womb. The ghost felt like a living thing swarming over her, taking possession of her and circling her with its carnal energy.

Her mind forgot she was in the middle of a hospital room lying and bound to a bed. Her every thought was consumed with the craving for it to take her and thrust into her soft yielding sweetness. Her passion had come to life like a flower unfolding, blossoming into a dazzling magnificent spectacle.

The energy centered with its cock inside her rubbing her G-Spot creating sensations beyond her sexual experiences. In addition, she felt vibrations on her clit from fingers and the cock as they combined, she felt an erotic tension that threatened her sanity. Her body felt like an erotic bowstring being pulled back with a bolt notched and ready to let fly. As the erotic bowstring was stretched, the tension in her increased and she arched her back in erotic torment. She found it harder and harder to breathe as the tension grew, anticipating the point where her body would be set free.

The anticipation gnawed at her, impatiently devouring her, wrenching open her heart and brutally laying bare her soul. Her whole body was on fire in a way that she never imagined, and the carnal heat was merciless in its honesty and validity. She was spread open, vulnerable, with no parts remaining unseen or undiscovered. She imagined her Ken hovering over her, threatening to taunt, taste, kiss, caress, bite or fuck her anyway it wanted. In her lust fogged mind, she was its possession, its captive and she was its willing prisoner, being ravished ruthlessly.

The anticipation, then deep pounding thrusts and finally blissful tension were excruciatingly intoxicating, with her mind being consumed by the fiery expectation. Kirstin's body arched backwards over the bed emulating the stressed bow she had become. Her arms were stretched over her head and the bonds tightened even more on her wrists and ankles locking her in the perfect position.

Her body was locked in an erotic arch with the ghostly cock pressed perfectly against her G-Spot and clit, driving her wild with ruthless rapture. Her ghostly lover added its fingers to her clit with caresses and pinches and then the fingers began to vibrate. Kirstin's eyes popped wide, and her mouth hung open as the erotic power inside her was catapulted to a whole new level. She twisted and squirmed as the energy inside her grew to incomprehensible levels. Her arms and legs strained against her bonds as she fought to keep her sanity in the face of the unrelenting lustful onslaught.

There was another part of her mind that glorified her sexual bondage. She had always wanted to be taken and forced into carnal bliss. Now it was happening. She was the ghost's prisoner as it worked its sexual magic on her body. The helpless feeling only intensified the wanton heat rushing through her loins. She was powerless before the ghost lover's lewd and lustful control. She craved and needed more. Her body responded in ways she never imagined. The heat in her womb pushed away all doubts. She eagerly gave into her animal needs and carnal desires.

Her hips had a mind of their own as they began small thrusts pushing her lover's cock even deeper into her love starved pussy. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe, and her mind was lost in the sensual overload. Fear and panic set in as the unrelenting wanton power continued to build. She knew if it continued, she would explode and then suddenly the powerful lustful bolt was released. All the tension, pleasurable anticipation and expectations were all released in one singular cataclysmic moment.

Kirstin felt her mind burst in thousands of colorful fireworks at the same time her body cramped in rigid exultation. She finally understood why an orgasm was called a little death. Her mind seemed to leave her body and all rational thought abandoned her. The extraordinary, unparalleled pleasure took over her mind and body leaving her floating in a lustful fog. She screamed her frenzied elation until she was left euphorically breathless.

Kirstin's passionate scream echoed throughout the exam room and although she couldn't see it, the ghost was smiling at her bliss. Kirstin's heartbeat wildly in her chest frantically pumping blood to all her euphorically stressed body. Her skin flushed red as the heat from her orgasm rippled through her body, but everything centered in the furnace between her legs. Cramping knots in her undulating belly made her stomach look like a washboard and her womb forced her womanly nectar to drench the ghostly cock inside her. Her passionate contractions forced her sexual honey out of her body with it collecting in the bed below. The ghostly cock, it seemed, fed off of her womanly juices and the vibrations inside her only got stronger.

Kirstin had never felt anything like the fiery tsunami that took control of her body. As she was finally able to breathe again and her mind floated back to her, she felt the fingers' vibrating on her clit and the cock reaching deep inside her boosting her towards another explosive climax. Fear started building inside her as wild pleasure began to build deep inside her towards a crescendo. She felt out of control, as the intense pleasure ripped her mind's power from her. The dancer inside her vanished and she was now a passionate, needy and erotic woman.

The carnal passion controlled her, and her body only seemed to want more. Never in her entire life had she experienced the unbelievable carnal pleasure that had just devastated her mind and body. She was afraid that she was losing herself, but she didn't have a choice, the bliss was too intoxicating. She was terrified that she couldn't stop, but she wanted more! Oh God she wanted more! Now it was starting again, building towards an even more destructive orgasm. The first climax had been devastating and now an even more powerful orgasm threatened her very sanity.

In a panic she fought against her bonds, trying to get away from the bed and her ghostly lover, but her arms and legs were trapped in the manacles, and she couldn't move. The more she fought the excruciating bliss the more it grew until it was her entire world. As she explosively shattered again, more of her nectar bathed the ghostly cock and poured onto the altar, once again feeding the cold, ruthless, ghostly rapture inside her.

Kirstin's mind was trapped somewhere between blissful euphoria and terrified fear. She was trapped by the ghost that seemed intent on extracting every bit of passion inside her. Its cock, mouth and fingers kept throbbing, vibrating and pulsing inside her and she couldn't stop her body from responding. The fact that she couldn't control her body had her terribly frightened, but only in her lucid moments.

The ecstasy roared through her like a series of runaway trains. In between each devastating orgasm she had only a couple of moments of coherent thought and that's when the panic came. However, the time between climaxes became shorter with the merciless rapture edging out any thought, pushing away her panic. Kirstin finally gave in to the unending euphoria and she delighted in the new paradise she had found.

The paradise continued unabated as Kirstin felt herself drifting on an erogenous sea. The sensual feelings pushed all of her fears and doubts into the dark corners of her mind. She felt sensual, sexy, but oddly separated from her body. She could feel her body alive with passion, but it was like she was watching someone else. It was then that she felt the ghostly presence pushing her further out into a passionate sea.

Her mind snapped back celebrating in the long-awaited orgasmic bliss that hit with the force of a rapturous hurricane. Her back arched, belly knotted, legs trembled, and blissful screams echoed through the Room as the long-awaited bliss exploded inside her. Her mind saw colorful fireworks as the buildup of an endorphin-serotonin cocktail was suddenly released. Kirstin felt as if she was soaring into outer space and her body fought against her bonds as it tried to curl into a fetal position and protect her devasted sexual core. As her massive orgasm began to abate with her mind still battling her endorphins, her mind cleared slightly.

She remembered the cycle before when the apparition had heaped orgasm after orgasm on her. Now they began again. A tsunami of climaxes washed away all rational thought and once again she drifted into subspace. Kirstin's mind was ravaged by the unrelenting rapture, but her mind began to retreat, leaving the parts of her brain devastated by the endless rapture and bliss. Her body was on automatic, reacting with wild gyrations, orgasmic quivers and intoxicating euphoria with each loving caress of the fingers, lips and cock. Her brain was broken and now all she only a vessel for the apparition's lust.