I was staying at this creepy old hotel in upstate New York on weekend and some really freaky shit happened. So freaky that I can’t tell anyone about it except here, where people go to look for freaky stuff. So I went with one of my dorm mates to their hometown for some kind of founder’s day weekend. Lots of small town fun stuff so I was like, okay sure lets go. Her parents had a full house of guests so we got rooms at the only hotel in town. A real old historic place with lots of stories. It drew a few weird types too, those with a supernatural rape fetish. It was rumored that some violent rapist has been killed by a victims husband there and now his ghost roamed the hotel, searching for more victims. It was all rubbish of course but the place was still creepy. At that point in time, I couldn’t even fathom the idea of a supernatural rape fetish story or anything to do with ghosts. *sigh*
It was a great first night in town, a carnival, lots of old friends and fireworks over a lake. I was tired so I called it a night and went back to my room. I showered and then crawled into my bed naked. I like to sleep naked so it was just what I always did. I had only been asleep a little while when something woke me up. I sat up in bed and looked around in the dark but didn’t see anything. I started to lay back down when the sheet and blanket were ripped down off the bed. I turned on the light next to the bed but no one was there. I was scared and confused and then it got worse. Something grabbed my ankles and yanked me down the bed. I tried to kick but it held me tight. When I looked though, nothing was there. It felt like something was pressing down on top of me, like someone was laying on me, holding me down. My legs were forced open and I could feel something pressing against my pussy. I could feel all these things but there was nothing there. No one. The room was empty except for me. I was about to scream when something went over my mouth and muffled my cries. At the same time something hard thrust inside my pussy. I struggled but couldn’t move. I was being held down by something or someone that was invisible. I couldn’t see what was fucking me but I could feel it. I screamed as the unseen entity thrust his cock in and out of me. At least I assume it was his cock. I don’t really know. Whatever it was, it felt like a big cock and I choked on my own muffled screams while I fought not to cum. My ghost rapist couldn’t cum so he had no desire to stop. He used and abused me all night long. Every night we were there he came back and raped me all night. From sundown to sunrise I was his helpless victim. He left no part of me untouched, leaving me sore and battered. I’ve tried getting someone to believe me but no one does. I haven’t told anyone that I have a supernatural rape fetish now. No one would understand. Only other people who have the same fetish would understand why I go back to the same hotel and stay in the same room every weekend. He shows no signs of getting bored of my visits either. In fact I think I’ve only ignited his lust to satisfy his own supernatural rape fetish. I can’t wait to talk to someone like me, who gets off on this. Call me and share what happened to you.
