This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who “dips his wick” or “rides the rod” with impunity and without protection.

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Possession (mf, Mf, mc, nc, impreg, slow)

by Krosis of the Collective

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Chapter 1

Professor Hughes was looking forward to this experiment. He had hand-picked four of his first-year college Psychology students and brought them out to the countryside, to a very special place.

“Is this it?” asked James, a brown-haired theater major, as he peered out the window of the professor’s SUV at the large, overgrown estate as they drove alongside.

“Yes, we’re here.” The professor replied as he turned up the driveway, which was framed by dilapidated metal gates, barely hanging on their hinges. The gravel crunched under the vehicle’s tires.

“Gosh, it’s so…dreary!” said Laura, a sweet-natured, brown-haired beauty, as she leaned forward to get a better view out the windshield. The grey manor rose out of the gloom on this chilly twilit night, dark and foreboding. A classic haunted house.

The vehicle braked hard in front of the ornate entryway, jostling the passengers in the rear seat. “Whu–? Hey, careful, Prof!” Beefy, dark-haired jock Lance and blonde cheerleader Mandy disentangled from each other. They hadn’t noticed the last half-hour of the drive.

Professor Hughes got out of the car and headed up the entryway stairs, calling back, “Unpack the car, students. I’ll meet you inside.” He unlocked the great oak front door with an old key and went inside. The kids grudgingly unloaded the vehicle.

As they walked into the manor, fully laden with luggage, they stopped. Mandy’s bags dropped to the floor with a thunk. “Holy shit!”

The foyer was huge, the carved, vaulted ceiling rising 50 feet into the air. Before them, the marble floor led off to several side doors, but the group’s attention was taken by the grandiose stairs, 20 feet across at the bottom, curving up another 20 feet to the second floor. The stairs were also made of marble, but grotesque and macabre carved heads dominated the bannisters.

Laura was immediately uncomfortable. Her Christian upbringing made her think these horrible faces were…demonic.

“Magnificent, isn’t it?”

The girls screamed out, and the rest of the bags dropped to the floor. The professor had snuck up behind them, gazing over their shoulders at the strange carvings.

James, ever the card, put on his best “Lurch” face and turned to the others. “You…rangggg…?” he monotoned. They laughed, but uneasily. The professor’s expression was unreadable.

Professor Hughes assigned separate rooms to himself and his students on the second floor. The girls were assigned to the West hall and the men the East. The professor’s room was closest to the stairs, so he would keep an eye out for any shenanigans, especially from Lance and Mandy.

He let them settle into their posh bedrooms while he unpacked and made sure his equipment was still working. Unbeknownst to the students, they were the subject of a bizarre psychological experiment. The professor had secreted cameras all about the place, and had planned a few fake “ghostly” happenings. The front door was locked and he had the only key, plus all the other exits had been sealed on his last visit. The windows were already boarded up for storm season.

Chapter 2

The inside of the manor was huge. Dinner was in the large dining room on the first floor, lit by tall candle stands. Unlike the original occupants of the house long ago, they had to settle for sandwiches and soup from a thermos. As they ate, they discussed their situation:

“What’s up with this place, professor?” asked James, in between bites. “This house is right out of a George Romero movie.”

The professor paused, then stood up, looking quite serious. All faces turned to him. “This…is a haunted house.”

Lance spit out some of his cola. The others arched their eyebrows, and James looked amused. The professor sighed and sat. Leaning forward, he continued: “In the late 1700s there was a young woman named Annabelle Carson. She lived here with her stepfather, Nathaniel. Nathaniel owned the farm out back of this property, and was obsessed with his stepdaughter. Before she came of age, she fell in love with a young man named Winston Jonas. They courted, and married in secret. The story goes that on their wedding night, in this very house, Nathaniel came upon them as they consummated their love. He brutally slayed both before succumbing to a heart attack. It is said that their spirits dwell here still, the two lovers, and the vengeful Nathaniel tied to them by his obsessive hatred.”

The students were silent. They looked at each other uneasily, then James spoke: “Um, Professor Hughes, I thought this was a Psychology class, not PARApsychology.”

“Real or no, the story’s love triangle runs the gamut of emotions,” the older man replied. “Can you decipher the psychology of those who no longer live?”

“Ghostbusters, man, ‘cept we don’t have the proton packs” Lance interjected.

The room seemed darker. A couple of the candles had gone out. Laura dropped the remains of her sandwich to the table, and stood to leave: “I’ve lost my appetite.” She rushed from the room as the men rose from their chairs. The two young men looked at each other, confused by their spontaneous gentlemanly act, then sat back down. Mandy was still slurping her soup, disinterested.

The remainder of dinner passed quietly and uncomfortably, then they all returned to their rooms.

Chapter 3

Mandy had changed into her nightgown, and had just put some more wood into the fireplace when she heard her door quietly open and close. She turned to find Lance staring at her, seemingly hesitant.

“Managed to sneak by him, huh?” Mandy beckoned him to her as she sat back on the bed seductively.

He came forward, his eyes locked to her chest, barely hidden by her sheer nightie. “I was quiet as a mouse, my love.”

Mandy caught her breath, butterflies in her stomach. He had never used the big “L” word with her before! She held out her arms and he came to her, kissing her lovingly, leaning her back onto the bed.

“Mmm…” She found he was using a new technique. He seemed apprehensive, but also full of urgency, like a kid opening a present on Christmas morning; like he was when they first started fooling around, before they had become more familiar with each other’s bodies. She liked it, and spread her legs for him. She had neglected her panties tonight.

“Ohh…my love…at long last…” Lance gasped as he undid his jeans and pulled his boxers down, climbing up on the bed. Mandy scooted herself back so her head was on the pillows.

At long last? she thought. It had only been a couple days since they had last done it. What a horn dog!

His hips rested between her thighs and he returned his mouth to hers. His penis poked into her crotch, but not at the right angle. What was he doing? Some more rubbing and poking into the wrong spots and she was getting very hot and bothered. Finally she reached down and spread her wet hole open, and on his next thrust he was inside her.

“Mmm…” she cooed.

“Oooohh…” he moaned, holding himself still for a moment, enjoying the sensation.

She thrust her pelvis back at him, looking into his eyes. In the dim light she thought she saw an odd look of wonderment play across his face. Then he pulled out halfway and thrust himself back. She closed her eyes as she savored the feeling of fullness. Lance had a good-sized cock.

Lance sped up his in-and-out movements, and the good feelings increased. Mandy’s clit was getting some good vibrations as he fucked her. Within a few minutes she was getting close. She had never reached orgasm this quickly before!

The speed of Lance’s thrusting increased, and he started to huff. Suddenly she realized why it was feeling so good: he wasn’t wearing a condom — but he always wore a condom! “I never want to ruin my life with whining, crying babies,” he had always said.

She tried to tell him to pull out, but her voice was gone. No sound! She moved her arms to push him off, but an unseen force thrust them to her sides. What the fuck was going on? She was in a panic, her eyes wide, but she could not move! He was thrusting hard now, his eyes closed, concentrating on the inevitable rush from his loins. Even in the face of this unreal situation, her mind raced to remember when her last period was. Shit!

“Uhh…uuuuhhhhh….aaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!” Lance bellowed out as he thrust home into the restrained cheerleader. She could feel his cock pulse within her, his seed shooting into her unprotected pussy. Suddenly, there were unseen fingers on her clit, manipulating it like no earthly lover had before. Her highly-stimulated love button pushed her overheated body over the edge, and she arched her back in orgasm.

“Nnnn! NNNNNN!!!” Her mind and body were at odds, but the feelings were too powerful. Her orgasming love channel sucked up the potent spunk being blasted into it.

Finally Lance collapsed onto her, breathing heavily. “At last…after so long…we’ve done it, my love!” He raised his face to hers, but he could not make out her terror in the dim light from the fireplace. She still could not move.

He raised his head up as an unearthly, radiant light blossomed above them, near the ceiling. A heavenly choral sound filled the air. Lance’s body collapsed onto Mandy as a glowing form left it, drifting toward the cloud-like swirl. The spirit was of a handsome young man with long, braided hair, wearing archaic clothing, the details of which were lost in the wispy shape. As he reached what she could now tell was a white tunnel, he turned back with a loving smile. As he drifted into the tunnel, confusion crossed his ephemeral features.

“My love…?” He looked shocked as the tunnel engulfed him, pulling him to his final rest. The glow burst into a blinding light and was gone, leaving Mandy blinking, her stunned lover still on top of her…inside her…Jesus!

She could move her hands again, and found her voice. She screamed, pushing Lance off of her. His cum ran out of her vagina and onto the sheets. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…

“Whu–? Man…dy? Whuzz…goin’…on?” Lance was coming out of what felt like a dream — a wet dream! Had he fucked Mandy without a rubber? Why had he done that? He sat up, his head spinning.

The door flew open as Professor Hughes burst into the room. “What is happening in here? Why are you screaming, young lady?”

She quickly covered herself up with the bedspread and started to cry. Lance sat next to her and tried to comfort her, but she pushed him away. The professor, barely able to see in the gloom, went over to the fireplace and used the poker there to try to procure a little more light from the burnt-out logs.

“Mandy? What is it, baby?” Lance was still pretty out of it, but wanted to comfort his girlfriend. He put his hand on her blanket-covered knee. She pulled away again, turning her face from his.

Suddenly there was a harsh, wet sound, like a melon being crushed, and Lance was on top of her again. She screamed again. He wasn’t trying to have sex with her this time, though. She grabbed his head, but let go as she felt a warm slickness. What–? What–?

She looked up at the silhouette of Professor Hughes, framed in the light of the dying fire, a blood-dripping poker held menacingly in his hand. Even in the scant light she could make out the insanity in his eyes.

“I have done it! He is gone at last, and she is mine! Carnal slut! I have no further use for you!” He raised his arm back, the poker held high to claim another victim, and Mandy screamed again.

Suddenly, Hughes was knocked sideways, onto and then over the bed. The poker clattered to the floor.

James got up from where he had knocked down the professor, then turned to the still-screaming girl. “Mandy! What the hell is going on?” Then he saw Lance’s body on top of her, his bloody skull caved in. He was distracted just long enough for the professor to regain his feet and charge the younger man, knocking him to the floor. Hughes rushed out of the room before James could collect himself.

“What the fuck–?”

James supported Mandy with his shoulder and helped her from the bloody room, heading to Laura’s. He hoped that girl wasn’t hurt, but it seemed unlikely, as she had not come out in response to all the screaming. He knocked, but there was no answer. Finally, he opened the door and they stumbled inside. In the light of the fire he could make out a figure on the bed.

Mandy was now able to stand on her own, and the two of them went closer.

“Laura…?”

The pretty brown-haired girl was wrapped in an old cloak, sitting and shivering. As the two classmates came closer, she turned her head: “Do I know you, sir?”

Chapter 4

The girl previously known as Laura had identified herself as Annabelle. Mandy spoke to her for a while, then pulled James into the adjoining antechamber. Mandy was looking better, despite her ordeal. James guessed it was because of the whole unreality of the situation.

“James, the professor’s ghost story is coming true! If that’s Annabelle, then that must have been Winston who…who…” She looked like she was about to lose it again. James took her hand.

She closed her eyes, holding back the tears. “I’m…fine. I’m FINE.” She shook his hand loose and continued, fixing him with a steely gaze: “The Professor must have been possessed by the spirit of Nathaniel. If Laura is Annabelle, then the professor’s going to try to kill her, or…” She paused, thinking. “Now that Winston is gone, Annabelle will never be able to deal with her unfinished wedding night; Nathaniel will control her forever!”

James opened the door to the hallway, peeking out. Nothing. “And he could be anywhere in the house. We’re not part of this thing, Mandy. He’ll probably just kill us so he can be alone with his ‘prize’.”

She urged him through the door. “We have to get out of here, James. I’ll guard Laura…Annabelle…if you can cover from here to the front door.” Then she closed the door firmly behind him.

Heart pounding, James dashed to the top of the stairs, then stopped, listening. Still nothing, and it was very dark. He quickly descended the stairs, and paused again, straining his eyes and listening. So quiet…

He ran to the front door and pulled hard on the knob. It came off in his hand, throwing him backwards as he lost his balance. He fell into a sitting position, hard, staring at the knob in his hand. Suddenly a scream from the balcony brought him back to his senses:

“JAMES!”

He looked and made out a large shadow above him, arms upraised and poised to strike. He rolled to the side as a kitchen knife skittered off the marble he had just been sitting on. Kicking wildly, he connected with something, heard a grunt, then managed to get back to his feet and up the stairs. Mandy was there — it was she who screamed — and they ran back into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them and gasping for breath.

“We’re fucked, Mandy,” yelled James. “The other doors and windows are all boarded up! We can’t get out!”

She turned to him: “I think I have an idea, James. You’re a theater major, right?”

James nodded, then froze as he looked past Mandy to the rest of the bedroom. Annabelle was gone!

Chapter 5

After the boy had gotten away from him, Nathaniel/Professor Hughes had returned to his room. Within a few minutes, the night vision cameras had shown someone in the dining room. He rushed back downstairs to find out who, his fingers clutching the knife tightly. Creeping forward, he opened the door and could make out a cloaked figure shuffling in the darkness. He heard a girl’s voice:

“Winston? My love? Is that you?”

He could barely contain his glee. It was her! Her spirit had possessed one of the sluts who had trespassed in his house, as she always did. This time it would be different, however; without that fool Winston, they were no longer locked into the cycle of death. He would take her, and take her, and she would be his forever!

He rushed into the room and grabbed her arm, throwing her face-first onto the table. She screamed, and he thrust the knife before her face. The candles had burned out, but even in the darkness she could make out the blade, and she gasped, frozen with fear.

With his other hand he grasped the back of her cloak and threw it over her head. He then used his knife hand to keep her pinned to the table. She had panties on under the cloak, which he quickly ripped away. At last! He unhooked his pants and pulled out his raging hard-on. At last!

He kicked her legs apart, and shoved the butt of his knife into her back once again for good measure. His fingers found her cunt, and he massaged her clit, getting her hole moist and ready for him. Her cries were muffled by the cloak, but he did not care. It was time.

He took his member and pressed it up to her cunt. He quickly found the opening and thrust home hard, causing her to yelp. He pulled out halfway and thrust it in hard again. “Fucking slut! You are mine! MINE!” He moved both hands to her hips and grabbed on, still holding the knife. The blade pricked her skin as he thrust into her, harder and harder, pulling the globes of her shapely ass back into his pelvis, getting deeper and deeper penetration as he went.

She was screaming now. Nathaniel knew she had been a virgin on her wedding night, and he had killed the newlyweds partway through. This was her first real fuck, and for her it would be horrible. He loved it.

After minutes of brutal rape, he felt his ball sack tighten up, and relished the thought of impregnating the little slut. If she survived long enough, perhaps she would deliver him bairns! He thrust harder, the knife now drawing rivulets of blood from her hip.

“Yes…yes! Now…uhh…you’re….ahhh…MINE! UHHH! AHHHH!” He thrust into her rapidly as his cock expanded, then spurt its potent ammunition within the overwhelmed girl. He thought his orgasm would never stop, as bolt after bolt of hot cum was forcefully injected into her.

Finally he pulled out and turned from her, his legs shaky. At long last! She was his, body and soul! Wait…where was the knife? It had been in his hands… He looked around and saw its shape on the floor. Stupid fool, to drop it in the throes of passion. He then noticed that the girl had gotten up from the table, and had turned toward him.

“You dare–?” he began, then fell over in pain from a kick to the groin. Another kick to the ribs kept him in the fetal position.

Mandy pulled back the hood of her cloak. “Surprise, asshole! Hope you had fun wasting time with me. It should all be over by now.”

Realization hit Nathaniel like a horseless carriage. “NO!” He kicked out his leg, knocking Mandy from her feet, and struggled to a kneeling position. He backhanded the girl across the face, hard, then picked up the knife again as he limped out.

Chapter 6

Minutes earlier…

Annabelle/Laura had been found in the adjoining antechamber, curled up in the corner, terrified from all the screaming.

James and Mandy went over their plan in the bedroom, then Mandy went over, took the possessed girl’s cloak from her shoulders and pulled down her panties.

“What are you doing?!” Annabelle was shocked, trying to cover up.

Mandy held up the articles, then put them on. “Bait. You need some privacy with your husband.” She pointed back to the bedroom.

Annabelle’s face filled with hope. “You mean–? Winston?”

“Yes, go to him. Haven’t you waited long enough?” Mandy put her arm around Annabelle’s shoulder and guided her through the adjoining door. She closed it as the girl went through, then took a deep breath as she opened the door to the hallway. I can do this. I HAVE to do this, she told herself.

Annabelle stepped into the bedroom. “Winston?”

James stepped forward, in character. Mandy had told him as much as she could remember about Winston’s mannerisms and speech patterns. “My love! I was so worried!” He came forward and embraced the brown-haired beauty.

“Oh, Winston! I’ve been so frightened! Hold me!”

And he did. As he felt the warmth of her body against his, he noticed that her t-shirt seemed to be her only clothing. His penis started to respond.

She noticed, reaching down to his crotch, caressing the lump as it grew within his pants: “Oh, Winston, yes! At long last, we shall be together as God intended.” She kissed him then, passionately.

He pulled her to the bed and unzipped his pants, kicking off his shoes as she pulled off his shirt. He climbed on top of her, caressing her hips and waist. He pulled up her t-shirt, and she raised her arms to help with its removal.

In the light of the fire James could make out her body. Laura had always seemed a prudish, fundamentalist Christian, wearing baggy clothes that hid her now-obvious charms. Her breasts, while not large, were nicely cone shaped, and had light-colored nipples, now quite erect in the cool air. He ached to suck them into his mouth, but would Winston do that? He was torn.

“My love…take me, on our wedding night.” Annabelle murmured with a half-lidded, adoring gaze. James gulped, then pulled down his boxers.

“Ooh…” Annabelle’s eyes widened. James wasn’t thick, but was definitely above average in the length department. He guided his prick to her hole, then paused. There had been no foreplay — would Winston have done that? He felt that Annabelle and Winston were probably God-fearing folk, so anything other than straight sex might have been considered a sin.

He massaged her clit a little with the tip of his dick, pretending he didn’t quite know where to put it. “Mmmm…” Annabelle closed her eyes and crossed her legs behind him. A quick yank of her legs and he was pulled on top of her, his cock sinking inside her.

“Oww! Oh, my love…” she whimpered.

Oh, shit! James thought. She was a virgin! Sorry, Laura…

He stopped moving, and held her. She sniffled a little, then took his face in her hands and brought his lips to hers. As she kissed him, again and again, she told him how much she loved him, how much she had looked forward to this night, and how she was so happy to be his wife.

“Now make love to me,” she breathed in his ear. She rotated her hips.

He pulled out of her a little, then pushed back in carefully. A sharp intake of breath told him she was still a little sensitive, so he took it easy. Just then he thought he heard something — a thud from downstairs. Had Nathaniel taken the bait? Was Mandy all right? He turned his head to the door.

Annabelle turned his face back to hers. “There is only you and me,” she whispered, and used her legs to pull him inside her again. “Uhh…” she closed her eyes again.

He buried his face in her neck, kissing and nuzzling. He started to thrust, and it was clear that her pain was now being overcome by pleasure.

“Mm…mm…mm…,” she gasped in time with his strokes. Her nipples rubbed into his chest. He couldn’t help himself, and pulled back, engulfing her right areola with his mouth and sucking, licking the nipple. She gasped loudly and arched her back in response, increasing the angle of penetration. His dick began to feel really good.

He opened his eyes and disengaged from her breast as he realized he wasn’t wearing a condom! Laura, a virgin until a few minutes ago, certainly wasn’t on the pill, nor would she have a diaphragm or any other sort of contraceptive! Mandy had said that Winston hadn’t gone on to heaven or wherever until they had both cum. Oh, fuck, what was he going to do?

Annabelle/Laura looked up at him. “I’m so close, my love. Give me your seed. Make me a woman.”

He couldn’t help himself. He grabbed her hips and pounded into her. Slap, slap, slap! Annabelle started to cry out:

“Oh yes! Yes! YES! Harder! HARDER!”

Finally he could hold out no longer, and cried out as his testicles released their cargo, the sheer pleasure of his orgasm causing stars to explode behind his eyes. He didn’t dare pull out, as Winston certainly would not have, and Annabelle still hadn’t orgasmed, though she seemed so close…

“I can feel it inside me! Oh God! OH! OH! OHHHH!” Annabelle thrust her hips up at the rutting young man, her orgasm triggered by the feeling of him shooting deep inside her, so warm and wonderful. More and more of his seed was urged into her.

Finally they collapsed. A bright light appeared above them, and James looked up just as the door burst open. There was Professor Hughes/Nathaniel, knife in hand and murder on his face, as he rushed in, screaming: “No! She’s mine! MINE!” He leapt, and time seemed to slow.

Annabelle’s spirit left Laura’s body, floating up toward the light, and James could not help but turn his head back to her. She was incredibly beautiful, he thought, even as death was coming for him.

Mandy had rushed in just behind Nathaniel/Hughes, and grabbed his leg. The professor went down, but Nathaniel’s spirit continued the lunge as it vacated its host body. Nathaniel was a gaunt older man with long, thinning hair, an ugly sneer on his face as he stretched out his spectral arms for Annabelle’s spirit.

Suddenly, the floor opened up and a swirling vortex of eldritch darkness came into being. Nathaniel stopped in mid-air, confused, and then he saw it: “NO! NOOOOO!” Dark tendrils snaked around him.

James still couldn’t take his eyes off of Annabelle. She had been a curly blonde, on the cusp of womanhood. She turned back to James, gave him a wink, and floated into the white tunnel. A bright flare of light and she was gone.

Nathaniel was still screaming as he was pulled backwards into the dark vortex. As he was engulfed, Mandy thought she saw one of the tendrils tear something small from his pelvic region. Nathaniel screamed even louder, and Mandy knew that payback was a bitch, and she was from Hell.

Then the darkness faded. Mandy picked herself up and gave a reproving look at James, his penis still embedded in Laura’s vagina. Laura groaned.

James quickly pulled out of her. Laura opened her eyes as the others looked to find any signs of recognition. Then the previously-possessed girl quickly sat up and hugged James.

“Oh, James, you were so good! I felt everything! That poor girl!” She held James, and he her, as she cried, cried for lost innocence.

Epilogue

The police, of course, didn’t believe the students’ story about ghosts. The physical evidence pointed to a psychotic break for Professor Hughes, leading to murder and rape. The professor was catatonic from the experience, so was unable to defend himself against the accusations. He was put into an institution for the criminally insane.

Laura and James married, and 9 months after the whole ghostly ordeal she gave birth to a little girl they named Annabelle. Mandy also gave birth, and named the boy Winston.

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