1 Name: Pi-Tec : 2008-05-30 07:02 [Del]
Please give feedback, because if you're interested, I'll write another chapter.
Hello there. Interested? I have plenty of job to do as a grave-tender, you see. This is an non-clerical cemetery and few people come to visit the graves - it's been a dumpster of bodies for over a thousand years now, founded with witches and pagans in the dark ages. Many of those elder mass graves are now piled into a mound in the back of the garden. I've always wondered who these people were, ever since I'd started working here.
Want to hear a story about that mound? You know... this place is actually haunted - I've witnessed much more than a few wisps and shapes in the dark and I can't say that it was all that bad... Indeed: it was so much fun I wan't to rest here after I die. Well - not exactly rest, rather just relax.
There was this night when I met that girl... Lisbeth. She was wandering near her grave she was exhumed from a few days earlier. Since I was used to stuff like this, I walked up to her and asked her if I could help.
"Where am I?" - she asked in a whimpering noise, but she didn't look at me just yet. Her apparition's hair was straight, long and golden blonde. She was wearing a white nightdress, but it was dyed brown with mud all over. Her fragile little hands and bare feet were seized in a cramp.
- You are in the Loftwort Cemetery - I replied, since she might have been a newcomer.
"Are you mocking me?" - she asked with a sorrowful hiss.
- No, not at all! - I said - It's just that I've never seen you before...
"Then tell me..."
She seemed to be so anxious…
- I don't really understand what you mean... - I kept teasing. It was a fun thing. Sort of a pervertion, I guess.
"My body..."
Her voice became more and more desperate. It felt good to see her struggling... She was probably low on energy and needed her body to recover it.
- Oh, you should've begun with that! - I replied with a feint smile.
I waited. Her patience quickly vanished:
"You know?"
- But of course...
My smile grew into a sinister grin. Her apparition flickered. That was a sign of disturbance. I've upset her so much, yet she couldn't really waste any of her power on quarreling. It was truly amusing...
"Could you... show..." - she said yowling.
I've waited some more and replied only then:
- And the magic word?
The apparition flickered and started dissolving.
"Please?"
- You mean: "Please, Mister Grave-Tender, sir."
"Please... Mister... Grave-Tender...-- ...sir."
Oh, she sounded so angry hissing all those words one by one...
- Well, actually, I happened to suspect that I'd find someone here this week... so I actually smuggled a bone with me. If you would follow me to the lodge, I could give it to you to... tee-hee... liven you up a bit.
She finally faced me, however, it was in an instant. Her golden hair was partly shading her cute, slightly swollen, crimson face. Her neck had purple marks of rope on it. Her once blue eyes were full of bleeds. She probably couldn't set her apparition to a grimace in that state, that's why it was only staring at me. However, she must have known that I lured her into my trap. Yet, she had no other option but to cling to me...
When we arrived at the lodge, she instantly dispersed and reappeared in my bedroom, where I kept the bone in a stash. She was kneeling above it, raising her head, gazing at the ceiling, submitting herself fully to the joy of recovering her strength. Her red face shifted to a state as if her clit was being played with. The most beautiful sight ever... However, it was over in a few minutes, and she became grim as the reaper:
"What do you want?" - she asked bluntly.
- I want you... to put that power of yours to use... and treat me with the joy of flesh.
"Such filthy desires..." - she mumbled. - "You disgust me."
- Then you'll probably have a hard time doing this - I replied with the same evil smile all over my face.
It was so exciting. She was seemingly around the age of 8 or 10... And yet she had the knowledge of decades, if not half a millenium. She floated up to me as I'd sat down on the bed. She was barely visible - she had to save energy for the sensual side of things. I leant back on my elbows and let her take over:
She couldn't reproduce the whole of the force and the feelings of touching me... she was a cold mass, as all ghosts are, and that gave the whole thing an extraordinary spice... despite her fingers were twitched in a massive cramp, her touch was soft and delicate, as if she was a thick, translucent liquid. She first unzipped my trousers and pulled them off along with my underwear. My penis became lifted and she pulled back the skin on it. It slowly started to fill with blood, and began to erect. Her translucent face was devoid of emotions, which set off a fuse in me - it really turned me on to see her doing it against her will. She was doing her job really good, by the way.
- You're either a talent... or really used to this kind of thing - I teased. Her tortured voice echoed in my head, replying:
"Those youngsters do it in the graveyard all the time... Disgusting."
My dick started to lubricate, and it became noisy as she was playing with it.
- You're a bad little girl, Miss...
"Lisbeth. And I am not..."
But she suddenly stopped, with a rather surprised face as a soft chill crawled down my back.
"What... was that?" - she asked with eyes wide open. My dong fell through her hand. She seemed really shocked.
- Nothing... just a chill. You're doing great, Lis'...
"But... I felt it."
I needed a few seconds before I realized what she meant...
- Oh... And? What was it like?
"Like... the bone... just different..."
If her face wasn't swollen in blood already, she would have blushed just then, as she glanced to the side... Oooh, that was so nasty!
- Well, I do have a boner...
"How dare you...!!" - she yelled, and slapped me on the face... It almost hurt.
- If you're that fit, you must've been in heaven for a second...
"No! Don't... say it!"
- You're a naughty little cunt, aren't you?
She covered her face with her hands and shook her head. Such a mortal gesture...
"Such a disgusting thing... Never..."
- Such a digusting thing can bring you joy and energy, Lis'... But hey... Little Johnny's getting bored down there, so would you resume it?
"But... that feeling..."
- ...is something I don't give a shit about. Go find your shitty corpse alone if you can...
"You're the worst..."
- Stop whining and put your ghastly tongue into action!
"Wha--??" - she gasped, but I knelt up and pushed my dick right in her face.
- Do it, bitch!
And she did it. A ghastly feel of tongue from her jaw raised my member into her mouth and she started sucking on it. She could mimic the thing so well this time... My hard-on came as fast as lightning. She also used her hands to tease my balls with them. Another breeze past my body, and suddenly, I felt actual saliva around my member... but not just that... she was silently crying. Her tears were slowly floating through her barely visible face and then dripping on the bed. It was beautiful. It was such an experience I could never forget.
Then - before I could understand what's happening, I've ejaculated, and her head stopped moving at the same time. Her body was actually as hard as jelly, and almost fully visible. Did she just come together with me? - I thought to myself. She was actually shaking and flickering, but with signs of the greatest pleasure on her face. And I could see my sperm floating in her, entangled in the massive force she manifested... I could actually pat her head - even despite it wasn't like patting a human. And that sound she made, squirting my juice inside of her invisible belly... I came a whole lot more because of that.
As she regained her consciousness, she backed off, and embraced herself tightly, yet she was still shaking and crying... she burst out in tears as she creaked out loud - she couldn't actually shout because of her constant phantom-asphyxiation, you know...
"What is this?! I can't take it! Such humiliation! It hurts..." - she said.
- Well, it felt good, didn't it? - I asked, but she didn't listen at all.
"Father, why did you do this?! Why?!?"
That was the moment I finally understood why she felt so bad about the whole thing... But... it wasn't my concern, so I let her cry all she wanted. It was worth watching too... That desperate look on her face... It lasted for about an hour. When she calmed down, I put my hand... into her shoulder which was boiling like hot water. She faced me once again, and had a sorrowful look in her eyes. She actually said she was sorry and hugged me. I didn't quite understand how she became so physical and friendly all of a sudden, but it felt nice anyway.
- So... a deal's a deal - I said bluntly.
"Yes..." - she nodded, and asked me where she could release my seed. I told her she could do it like people do - using the toilet. However, I followed her and watched it to the end: It was funny to see the whole scene through her translucent apparition. Then, I guided her to the mound where she met another spirit of some sort... I couldn't see or hear that one, so I silently left them to each other.
After that night, Lisbeth and I've been having fun now and then, but, you see, I still have to water the flowers on the mound and other errands to take care of, so if you don't mind, I'll tell about that some other time, is that alright? Of course it is! See you, then...
