Page 94 of Ghost Hunted

“I’m old and fat!” she squeaks out, and I reward her with a volley of spanks that leaves her panting and sagging against the bars.

“You’re the most beautiful object I’ve ever laid eyes on, and you’re mine.” I go back to stroking her crack, and she whimpers again, but this time it’s from pain. “I’m going to fuck your ass hard, ghost girl. Whether you want me to or not.”

“Logan…” She tries to twist around, but all she manages to do is make her ass bounce enticingly.

I run my hands up and down her waist before gripping her hips. “You’re my good girl, Lia. I won’t make it too painful.”

I’ve stocked up in the few days she’s been missing, and now, I grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand. “By the way, baby, I got your bazooka back. I don’t know why you wanted it so bad, but it’s yours. It seems to me, though, that it’s a little thick for you. Especially for that cute little asshole of yours. Isn’t it? But whatever you want…”

“Logan!” This time, her voice is strained with panic. “You can’t mean… Logan! That thing is huge! It’s bigger than your arm! Logan, I can’t take that!”

“Are you saying my cock isn’t huge?” I chuckle.

“Your cock is tiny… I mean, in comparison! Logan, you can’t! I’ll die! Are you really going to…? Stop that, Logan! Stop!”

By now, I’m shaking with silent laughter. I open the bottle of lube and squirt some onto her asshole, before coating my cock with the viscous substance. But she’s clearly convinced I’m about to force her to take the bazooka. She twitches around desperately, trying to get away from me.

“Shhh.” Getting on my knees, I grab her hips again, angling her so that my cock slides in at just the right angle.

“Oooh, fuck,” I moan.

I can tell it hurts her, but the threat of the bazooka must have felt so real that she relaxes when she feels me inside her. “That’s not… that’s just… your cock.”

I leave her hip to slap at her left tit, its outline just visible from my position behind her. “You need to be more respectful of my cock, baby.”

She lets out a tiny giggle that at once turns into a moan as I drive deeper into her.

“You’re an… asshole, Logan.”

“And you’re my gullible girl. Did you really think I was capable of fucking you with a bazooka? What kind of man do you think I am? No—don’t answer that.”

I grab her body, pushing it against the bars so I can take her harder. I’m glad she’s facing away from me. I don’t want to see her face right now. I don’t want to see the kind of man I am reflected back at me.

But it feels so good, her tight walls gripping me, her body trembling in my arms, that I soon forget everything but the sensations that I once thought were lost to me forever. I fall into a fast rhythm, using her so hard that her moans of pleasure turn into little gasps of pain, and back again. After having come in her mouth, it takes time for my orgasm to build up again, and when I at last fill her with my arousal, she whimpers in undisguised relief.

“Good girl,” I sigh, watching trickles of cum drip out of her reddened hole. “Where am I going to use you next? Your pussy, or should I fuck your ass again?”

“Logan…” She wriggles as I let her go, and she tries to sit her ass down on her legs. But she can’t; I tied her so that she can’t do anything but stay on her knees, her ass at my eye level when I’m sitting on the other side of the cage. I bring my hands over her flesh, pinching and kneading at her sore cheeks. “Logan, I want to come…”

“Hmm.” Another smack, and she whines out. I can see bruises forming, and I probably should stop spanking her, but I don’t want to, so why should I? She’s mine. My little broken toy to play with, and I can do anything I want to her. The thought is enough to make me hard again. I guess I have a whole lot of orgasms to make up for.

“Do naughty girls who go around killing people with bazookas deserve to come?”

“Logan…” She hisses in frustration as I allow my hand to linger inches from her pussy, before pulling away suddenly. “It wasn’t my fault.”

I snort. “And it’s not my fault that I’ve decided to tie you to this cage and use your body for the rest of your life, and never give you another orgasm.”

“Logan!” She tries again to twist her body around to get a look at me, but all she manages to do is make her curves jiggle.

“Your ass is just too fucking sexy,” I groan, stroking her cheeks. “Maybe I should tie it to the bars too. Spread it nicely so I can see everything inside. How would you like it if I kept it that way forever?”

“Logan, you don’t mean…” She swallows. “I don’t want you to keep me like this forever.”

“Don’t you?” I reach around her to tweak at her nipples again. “Doesn’t matter. Remember, baby, you don’t get to decide. You’re my little toy, now, and you’re going to have to be very good if you want me to untie you.”

“Okay.” She speaks the word shakily, and if my cock hadn’t taken over all my other senses, I’d probably feel bad. “What do I have to do?”

“Well, some of my cum just fell on my shoe. You’re going to have to clean that for me.”