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Ghostly Encounter
by StealthBinder
A motorcade of 3 cars drive through the night, each following the lead car through the darkness of the rural area, their headlights and the illumination of the rising moon their only light for the last part of their trip. Inside each car sits 3 or 4 girls collage age, all sisters of the Beta Mu Omega sorority except 1 freshman pledge. The pledge sits in the back, the driver and other passengers being junior or senior sisters of the exclusive sorority. Through the late summer and into fall, this trip can be made 3 or 4 times, till each of the soon to be initiated pledges has been through this particular secret hazing, if weather and proper conditions permit. Little is said about what’s about to transpire, other than the sisters telling the pledge she’s about to endure her final challenge and it will be a memorable one.
In the first car rode pledge Suzie, the second car Liz and the third Heather. Each one a pretty girl of legal age, for BMU only selects the more beautiful girls to be part of their sorority, being the top consideration when one pledges to the exclusive sorority. While academics and activities are important selection criteria, the pledge must first and foremost be among the prettiest and sexiest on campus. Suzie’s a striking blonde with curly locks, big blue eyes, full lips and perhaps the most perfect ass in history. Liz, who goal is TV journalism, is a wavy haired brunette with killer dark sultry eyes and sizable boobs, much like a porn star’s. Red head Heather could be a model or actress, with sexy green eyes, a perfectly proportioned body and killer legs.
So far, the pledges had endured the usual hazing of the initiation process, scrubbing floors with toothbrushes, wearing goofy outfits in public, preparing meals, doing dares and such, while getting a whap across the ass with a leather paddle if she failed a task. But tonight’s their final step to becoming full members of the elite sorority and promises to be far different that anything they ever expected would happen.
To start with, the whole mystery of what is about to happen is still unknown. The 3 pledges that went on this trip last month will not even hint as to what happened to them for fear of being expelled from the sorority. One night, they were gone and returned sometime before sunrise. They would only say that it was something they thought was completely unbelievable but utterly wonderful.
Secondly, the 3 pledges were given skimpy shorts, plain white t-shirts and told to ware flip-flops or sandals, with nothing on below. The pledges were also ordered to shave their pussies bald. This gave them a hint that they would be either naked or the supplied skimpy clothing would provide little cover, so part if not all of the mystery could be a simple wet t-shirt contest or something far worse.
Another part of the ritual, as the sorority sister called it, was that during last month’s excursion, the house mother was kept in her room by the 3 pledges currently on this midnight ride, tied up, gagged and entertained throughout the night with vibrators and other sexual toys to prevent her from interfering. The pledges didn’t know why they were required to do this to the shapely middle aged woman. She seemed to take it in stride, only offering limited but a spirited resistance when the girls snuck into her room and restrained her. Within moments, the woman was naked, tied spread eagle to her sturdy 4-poster bed and gagged with a large red ballgag that seemed to be well used. They were told the room was nearly soundproof, so they would not need to worry about someone investigating the strange noises coming from her room. But the pledges learned more about how to properly pleasure a woman in one night that they ever though they would, making the helpless house mother orgasm over a dozen times before they released her and left her to recover in her orgasmic bliss. Other than a knowing smile from the house mother the next day, nothing was ever done to them. Each knew that at this very moment, she was receiving the same treatment from the other 3 pledges to keep her distracted and preventing her from stopping the ritual.
Knowing the house mother was attended to and out of the way, the senior sisters made the final preparations. After dressing and being reviewed by the sorority president and vice-president, the 3 pledges were told to put their hands behind their back. Handcuffs were then locked around the girl’s wrists, preventing them from using their hands. Each was then blindfolded and lead out to a cars where they were loaded in, had their ankles bound together and were told not to speak or ask questions as the motorcade moved out. They were told there was no turning back now which made the pledges a bit nervous. How long they drove they didn’t know or how far they had even gone. Though every sister knew the destination, only a handful of the older sisters knew the route they were taking. It wasn’t till the cars left pavement and minutes later came to the stop that their feet were freed, the pledges unloaded and blindfolds removed that they had any idea where they were.
It was dark, no man made lights anywhere, only the full moon giving an eerie glow to help them identify their surroundings. They were on a small dirt and gravel road, and from the looks if it, seldom used. An overgrown field was behind them and old iron fence with a pair of unlocked gate in disrepair were in front. A currier bag, a set of wooden dowels each about 3 feet in length, rolled straw mats and battery powered LED lanterns were pulled from the trunk. The lanterns were switched on before the assembled group was led forward, the sisters holding onto the pledges arms to both steady and led them, the sorority vice president carrying the dowels and currier bag. Liz was the first to see that atop the gate was the words “Community Cemetery Est. 1851”. The other two pledges saw her struggle and gasp at seeing where her eyes and the other sorority sisters were leading them began to do the same.
“Whoa, wait, I didn’t agree to anything like this!” Suzie stammered out as the approached the unlocked gates.
“Silence” The sorority vice president scolded.
“But a cemetery….” Heather started.
The sorority president, who was clearly in charge of both the entourage and the proceeding, turned to the pledges, holding her lantern up to her face to show her stern sincerity, “As you were told, this is the point of no return, no turning back. You won’t be harmed, in fact, anything but. Either you do this or you’re out for life, no option to repledge. Choose now, yes or no. We’re done playing games and I’m not going to ask again.”
This wasn’t the first time a pledge has reservations about entering the dark, abandoned cemetery near the midnight hour. She remembered her own apprehensions and the stern warning the then president gave to her charges on her night 3 years ago. Now, she was the empowered one and wasn’t going to let a weak nerves stop the event before it even begins.
The 3 pledges each silently thought it over herself and without looking at the other in almost perfect unison, nodded her head in agreement.
“Good. We’ve gone through a lot to do set this up for you. You best appreciate what you’re about to receive, for I promise you will be thanking us later, even though you might not think so at first. Now keep quiet or we’ll make sure you remain so.” a wicked smile came across the president’s face at her lecture proving her intent. It only helped drive up the apprehensions of the pledges further, but they still went through with the ritual.
The procession proceeded, moving past the old gates. The moon shined on all the old headstones while the small lanterns casted a small glow of light by their feet, enough to make sure they didn’t run or step into anything along the way. It was impossible to ready the markers, but there was enough light to see most of them were very old. In Heather’s mind, it reminded her of some kind of ritual sacrifice was being played out, like in a horror movie. The seemed fitting that she, the actress like girl who had dreams of becoming one, would be the first vocalize her reservations. “Are you sure it’s ok to be here?” she tried to quietly ask the sister on her right. But with little wind and the absence of man made noises, her voice was easily heard by everyone.
“Gag em.” The president said in a firm yet even voice. In seconds, one sister held her responsible pledge firmly while the second quickly pushed the knot of large bandana into her mouth, then stepped behind to tie it off, pulling the gag deep into the pledge’s mouth and cutting off her speech. The pledges each grunted or groaned at the process, complaining about being gagged, the gags were too tight or too restrictive, which fell upon the deaf ears of the unsympathetic sisters. Most of them had already been gagged by this point or earlier during their partaking of the ritual themselves. The vice president remembered being gagged moments after the car ride begun. Now she had her turn to do the same to a pledge and did it with glee and yet a bit of jealousy.
With the pledges irritable misgivings cut off at last, the parade proceeded on, with Heather and now Liz and Suzie worried that this was not going to turn out well. Plants covered the fences, showing the Cemetery was not well-maintained or even visited often, so there would be little chance of someone knowing or caring the group of young women were intruding deep into it. Their careful progress was slow but steady, quickly loosing site of the cars on the side of the road and the fencing. They trekked 100 yards or more into the graveyard, it was hard to tell how far they went. The headstones they passed were old, weatherworn and some even broken off partly or in half. Some were huge, like tall thin pyramids or huge blocks of stone. Only a few were newer or at least has engraving carved in of a more recent burials, if 10+ years ago could be recent.
After groping through the dark, the parade came to their destination. Here the area was in much better shape, as if someone had been keeping the weeds under control and the grounds maintained. 4 large monument style headstones were in an almost perfect square formation, each either rounded or the edges worn down over time. 2 were large obelisk shaped, 1 round and 1 pyramid, the third a large smooth pillar and the last a large Celtic cross. Each had a heavy base to hold it on the ground. Here the ritual was to take place.
The straw mats were placed at the base of the monuments, giving the pledges a clean place to sit. With a sister each holding on to Suzie and Heather, they stated with Liz, moving her in front of the round obelisk with her back to it. The lanterns were places around the headstone, one in back, two in front. To the pledges shock, her shorts were yanked down her legs and she was told to step out of them. Next, a pair of blunt tipped scissors were used to start cuts at the bottom of her t-shirt and the shoulders, and to the pledges greater shock, the thin shirt was literally ripped off her body, leaving her completely naked. Her wrists were unlocked and she was placed sitting her on the mat, with her back against the tombstone. Her arms were pulled behind and bound together at the wrists with a soft white rope. As 1 sister was binding her hands, another was at the other end, spreading her out stretched legs and tying her ankles to a wooden dowel using additional ropes from the currier bag, forcing her legs to remain spread apart. Next a long rope was wrapped around her body, just below her breasts, pinning her against the pillar while holding her up in a current seated position. Lastly, her flip flops were removed, taking away her last bit of clothing, leaving her as naked as the day she was born. Her gag was left in place.
Suzie was next, who put up a more of a fight that dazed Liz did, but with the help of two extra sisters, she was quickly stripped and secured to the Celtic cross as fast as Liz was rendered helpless, but in the identical open and vulnerable position that her fellow pledge was in. Lastly, Heather put up no fight what so ever as her cloths were removed or torn off, for she knew she couldn’t alter what the result would be doing so. In mere moments, she found herself securely bound to the smooth pillar, her body totally imperiled and accessible to whatever the sorority sisters had planned for them, which all 3 expected to be quit humiliating.
As the sister gathered up the expelled clothing, discarded footwear and remaining bondage apparatuses, the sorority president went around with a lantern checking each of the pledges bondage, making sure they would not be able to free themselves or resist what was about to come. At each pledge she ran her hand over the helpless girl’s chest and between her legs, making them squeal into their knotted gags and fidget against their ropes, proving to both domineering sister and feisty captive the pledges were imprisoned and defenseless. The president stood between the three pledges, took a good look at the bound and gagged girls.
She looked up at the sky, the full moon almost overhead. “It’s near midnight, the start of the witching hours. The Ritual will begin shortly. You three will remain here as you are, alone for the next few hours.” she said, seeing the disheartening looks come across their faces. “Have no fears, for nothing here is dangerous to you. This ritual has been done countless times before and no pledge has ever been harmed. While I won’t tell you exactly what is about to happen, take comfort in knowing that no one has ever been disappointed by it. My advice to you is to calm you fears and anticipate an amazing experience, one you have never experience before and may never again.“
The girls looked at each other, wondering what it possibly could be that’s about to happen to them. Then the president looked them over again and shocked the pledges once more that night.
“Remove their gags.”
The knots were untied and the saliva soaked bandanas pulled from their mouths. The girls worked their mouths for a moment, getting them loosened up from the last half hours or so of tight gagging. They wise enough not to speak, but were warned to remain silent anyways.
With a simple nod, the sorority sisters took up the lanterns, the discarded clothing and the currier bag, and began working their way back to the road, leaving the 3 naked, struggling pledges alone in the near total darkness. The girls wanted to call out, plead with their future sorority sister not to leave them, but all 3 knew it would be a wasted effort. Apparently this had been done to pledges many times before and none came out of it the worst for it, or at least it was not admitted to. They watched the glow of the lanterns grow smaller and small, eventually disappear, either hidden but the overgrowth or switched off entirely. Later, they heard the start of automotive engines and thought they caught the site of red tail lights moving off. It was then that they realized they were totally alone.
After a few moments, Heather gave up on trying to get free. She’d been tied up enough times to know a good bondage tie when she was in it. Suzie followed suit moments later, but Liz fought it the longest, wanting nothing better that the 3 of them to be standing completely free of the ropes when the sisters return.
“So, what do you think will happen now?” Suzie asked.
“I have no idea.” Liz replied. “But I know what I want to do when those sluts return to get us.”
“Liz, don’t talk like that,” cautioned Heather, “they could be still out there.”
“You saw the lights, they’ve left. We’re alone.”
“Maybe, but maybe not.” Heather replied.
“She could be right.” added Suzie. “And who knows who else it out here.”
“So what if they are. There’s nothing we can do about it unless we get free.” Liz replied. “You girls having any luck getting out of these ropes.”
“No, and we’re not going to.” Heather said. “Trust me, I know.”
“That experience talking?” Suzie asked jokingly, trying to lighten the mood and her own fears.
“Yeah, you could say that.” Heather replied.
“No kidding. I figured that one out when you tied the house mother down as well as you did. She couldn’t move a muscle.” Liz added, still twisting in her ropes. “You’ve tied up a lot of people before?”
“Actually, it’s more like I’ve been the one tied up and not moving, but I learned a few things along the way.” Heather replied, a bit of boasting coming out in her voice.
Liz sighed and relaxed, giving up her efforts. “Well, these sisters know more than a few things about bondage too. There’s no way I’m getting free of these without help.”
There was a moment of silence as the 3 girls looked at each other in the moonlight, each admitting the figure of the other two in her bondage in the most unusual of places. Still there was something erotic about it, even if it was way outside the norm.
“Got to be midnight about now.” Liz said.
“The witching hours, as they called it.” Heather added.
“So, what do you think will happen now?” Suzie asked again.
“Probably nothing, as long as we don’t let our minds run wild.” Liz said.
“What about all that talk about an amazing experience they kept referring too?” Suzie added.
“Probably nothing’s at all.” Liz said. “We’re in the middle of an old graveyard, so what could happen? I bet it’s a lot of talk with nothing to go with it. They’re just giving us something to think about and get us all worked up till they return.”
“So it’s just us and us alone, you think.” Heather added. “Well then, we might was well relax and make the best of it, maybe try and sleep some. We could be here a while.”
“Make the best of it?” Liz replied. “Were naked and tied to gravestones in the middle of an abandoned graveyard, and only a handful of women even know where or why we here. How do we make the best of it?”
“Simple. It’s a beautiful night with a gorgeous full moon and all the stars to look at, and we’re together. It’s quiet, peaceful and we having nothing to do but wait as we keep each other company. The only bad part is there’s no one around to take advantage of our helpless state.” Heather replied. “I don’t know about you two, but this makes me wish I had a man here to make me get off.”
“Damn, you must have some stories to tell.” Suzie replied, feeling a bit more at ease. “I’d love to hear them sometime.”
“I think we’ve plenty of time right now.” Liz joked. “Might help pass the time away, so long as we don’t get all horny listening to them for there no way to relieve ourselves. But I do wonder what time it is.”
With that, the 3 girls quieted down and settled in for the night. Heather thought about the times with boys who tied her up and make love to her, Suzie wondered what it would be like to make love to a man while she was tied up and helpless, and Liz wondered if Heather was for real about her bondage exploits.
After several minutes of silence, only broken by crickets, Suzie was the first to speak again.
“Did you say something?” Both girls said no. “That’s strange, I thought I heard someone whispering.”
“Maybe you imagined it, or your mind is playing tricks. No one’s around her for miles.” Liz replied.
“I heard something too, like a breath.” Heather said a moment later.
“Now don’t you start too.” Liz scolded.
“No really, I heard a voice behind me, and it sounded close.”
“Maybe someone’s starting to play tricks on us.” Liz replied. “Listen close and keep watch, maybe we can hear them coming.”
No one said anything for a moment for they we’re watching and listening for anything that might signal they were not alone. They looked as best they could around the grave markers for movement or the sounds of someone trying to sneak up on them. Even with the moonlight almost directly above them and a lack of shadows, they couldn’t see much and they wondered if their senses were playing tricks on them.
“I saw something!” Liz whispered.
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. It was just above the gravestone and went behind another. It was white, almost like a misty shape. It had to be a bird, a bat, maybe some kind of bug, for it moved too fast for a person.”
Again they were silent, looking and listening. The sound was broken when Heather gasped, then she turned her head fast to look behind her as best she could.
“I heard a voice, a man’s voice. It was right next to me.”
“I was looking right at you,” Suzie said, “and I didn’t see a thing.”
“Could you tell what he said?” asked Liz.
“It sounded like, ‘I need you’ or something like that.”
“You think this place is haunted?” Suzie asked nervously.
“Of course not. I think our minds are running away with us.” Liz said, trying to be calm. “Let’s calm down and relax, I’m sure we just making all this…
Suzie squealed. “Something touched me!”
“What?” Replied Liz.
“Across my leg!”
“Maybe it was, just the wind, or a bug.” Heather said, getting nervous herself.
“No, it couldn’t have been.” Suzie said. “I felt like a hand on me, starting at my ankle and moving up to my thigh. I looked down and I could have sworn I saw fingers then it disappeared.”
“You’re creeping me out here.” Liz said. “Let’s get control of…eeep! Oh my god, something just touched me, right in front, above my boobs.”
“I just felt a hot breath on my neck!” Heather said excitedly. “And I think there’s something on my thigh. It looks like hand!’
“I feeling more on me too, two, now three, on my legs and my arms.” Suzie said. “and I just saw a something white move past me, right in front of me!”
“Ok, ok, let’s get a grip here.” Liz said, trying to be calm even though she felt something like fingers moving across her inner thighs on both legs. “We need to get ourselves under control here. We’re imagining all this and feeding off one another. Let’s calm down and get ahold of MMMMMmmmpppffffh!” A look of terror came across Liz’s face and her eyes were wide open.
“Liz, are you OK? What’s wrong!” Heather called out. She could see Liz was trying to talk, but her mouth didn’t move and it looked as if something was covering, like a hand has come over her lips and was keeping her from speaking.
“Liz, Liz!” Suzie called. “Say something! Tell us, what... MMMMMmmmpppffffh!” and the same thing happen to her. Heather could see both Liz and Suzie struggling as hard as they could trying shake off whatever it was that has covered over their mouths. In fact, Heather would swear see could see a faint, transparent hand of green covering the lower part of Suzie’s mouth.
“What’s happening… MMMMMmmmpppffffh!” Heather now felt it too, like a hand of a small man or maybe a woman, has clamped down over her mouth, just like if someone was hand gagging her to keep her from screaming. She cried out into the invisible hand, but nothing came out other than a muffled scream, like one hears in a movie when the heroin is being dragged off by the bad guys. Like her fellow captives, she tied to shake the hand off her face, but without the use of her hands, it would be impossible.
And worse, more hands were moving across the naked skin of their bodies. All along their feet, legs, necks, arms, shoulders, hips, almost everywhere, hands of different sizes and pressures were moving along or squeezing or just exploring them, yet they could not see anything that would prove it wasn’t a dream and it was really happening.
More hands joined in, this time moving to their breasts. Liz was the first to feel it, looking down at her skin of her boobs compress as if a hand was moving along them. She saw what looked like a white mist form around her left boob and felt a hand squeeze down. She watched her breast changed shapes, but no hand was visible that could be doing it. A second hand joined in, going after her right boob doing the same but with a different feel, as if another person was doing the squeezing, but nothing was there actually making her breasts move and change shapes.
Unknown to the other bound captives, similar things were beginning to happen to them as well. Heather felt a hand cup her one breast as she saw a pair of transparent fingers take hold of her nipple. Another hand did the same to her free nipple and soon a forth was on working her full breast, squeezing it firmly and making her squeal in panic and amazement. Suzie’s boobs were being manhandled as an unseen hand worked its way up her spread open thighs and began to pet her hairless crotch. She’s struggled against the paranormal invasion of her body, but it didn’t do any good, for she was too well tied and the hands were relentless. She tied to scream, but the undetectable hand over her mouth only muffled her cry.
She looked over at Heather and Liz, seeing they were in the same situation, all 3 being gropes and probed by mostly invisible hands all over there restrained bodies, tried to resist the relentless invasion across their tied up bodies. They were unrelenting and ever moving, more and more seeming to join in. Heather squealed and looked directly at her vulnerable crotch, feeling a finger probe inside her vaginal lips and coming in contact with her erecting clit.
As the unending supernatural incursions went on, the girls were amazed at the persistence the ghostly invaders working their bodies over. This was not just some mindless act, but seemed focus on pleasuring the bound women, making maximum skin contact while attempting to stimulate the girls sexual trigger points. Liz felt as if both a mouth was sucking on her nipple and fingers were pulling on it. For Heather, she felt a hot breath on her pussy and what must have been a tongue probe into her while another started lapping at her clit, even as strong hands massaged her ass. Soon the other girls felt the feeling of oral sex being performed on them. Their struggles to resist were turned into withering of sexual lusts and their cries of fear and anguish turned into moans of groans of satisfaction and delight, wanting more and more of the pleasures being continually heaped upon them. The girls felt on fire, their pussy growing hot and wet as what must have been scores of hands, mouths and tongues simultaneously worked each of their nude and restrained body over.
The next phase started with Suzie, when she felt something begin to penetrate her pussy walls. She knew the feeling well, for it felt just like a hard cock pushing into her. She squealed in surprise at the first few inches pierced her pussy, but then turned to moans more and more penetrated deeper and deeper into her. She saw nothing but a brief mist down by her crotch, but whatever it was, it felt as real and hard as any naked cock she had inside of her before.
Heather looked over at Liz, amazed that she saw a misty white penis probing into Liz the fade from view but still present from her reactions. Before long, Heather felt an unseen cock pushing into her warm, wet pussy,. The moaned and groaned at the amazing feeling of the intense fucking while countless other part of their bodies were being sucked, licked, squeezed, groped, grabbed and pinched, all while an invisible hand covered their mouths. Soon all three were humping as best they could in rhythm with the invading cocks slowly sliding back and forth or pressing fully into them, groaning like they would with their best lover ever.
Heather felt another cock, this time pushing between her bound hands. She gripped the cock, trying to see if it was real as it began to slide between her fingers. Heather stroked it like she would if she were masturbating a boyfriend who was in need of an orgasm. Soon all three were stroking invisible cocks.
Liz felt the speed of the cock increase, like a man would when he was about to climax then felt small thumps against her vaginal walls, like the cock has exploded into a powerful, pussy filling orgasm. The cock pushed in as deep as possible as it came and came, but she didn’t feel any additional fluid inside. It was the same feeling as a man coming in her pussy, but without leaving semen behind. And as soon it was done, another was taking its place while the one in her fingers was coming, feeling it spatter on her hands but leaving nothing behind.
After Heather’s cock completed its climax and was replaced with a fresh one, this time longer and able to reach deeper into her warm pussy, something else began to happen to her. The hand over her mouth disappeared as fast as it had appeared. But when she opened her mouth to moan loudly, something appeared before her eyes, a hard cock point right at her and it pushed past her lips. Not only was she being assaulted by rock solid man tool in her vaginal walls, one was now in her mouth, slowing sliding back and forth. Squealing in surprise, she soon was responding by instinct, sucking on it like she would if she was voluntarily giving a guy a blow job. Soon the other restrained women had their unseen hand gags replaced with ghostly cock gags, pumping their lips while their pussies were being pumped with another and still another in their hands. All the while all this was going on, the stimulations on the rest of her body continued, causing her body to react without consent. The orgasm build up so quickly, she hardly noticed it till it was past controlling and she exploded into the climax, screaming around the unseen cock in her mouth in incredible delight and pleasure that she never felt before from any orgasm.
Suzie felt the same as his unseen cock came as well, fucking her then pulling out only to be replaced by another stiff one, this time one not a long but thicker in girth and with more purpose. This one wanted to fuck, hard and fast. Another one joined in, this time sliding between her breasts as they were squeezed against it, tit fucking the helpless girl’s chest and bringing the total to 4, one in her pussy, one in her mouth, one between her boobs and one she was stroking with her bound hands. Within a moment, the 3 pledges were all feeling the same.
Liz was not to be outdone, for she felt her orgasm long before she hear Heather came, but was not far behind. She came just as violently as Heather, crying around the thick cock was that both gagging and fucking her mouth, the orgasm rampaging through her tormented tied body longer and stronger than any she felt before. And as she was calming down from the best orgasm of her life, she heard Suzie in the throes of one of her own, thrashing hard against the ropes binding her and groaning around the ghost cock filling her mouth, her lips formed in a round ‘O’ shape, just like it would be if she was giving head to a man’s cock.
Then to Liz’s amazement, she felt the cock in her mouth explode into orgasm, the come hitting the back of her throat. She started to swallow, trying to gulp down the come he should be pumping to her, but nothing was there, only the ghost like residual feelings without the actual sperm squirting into her mouth. The one in her pussy was doing the same, giving her the sensation of a man’s cock pumping a massive load in seed into her without the white sticky mess that goes with it. Then the one between her boobs erupted, shooting hot come onto her face and chest, but leaving no evidence behind. Fresh hard cock took their place, returning the total of hard rods using her for their pleasures and hers back to 4.
The onslaught went on and on, never slacking or easing. Their entire bodies were groped, pinched, caressed and manhandled. Their clits licked and fingered, their boobs squeezes and pulled on, their nipples pinched and sucked, their pussies and mouths invaded with hard cocks while others slide between their tits and hands, one after another in a continuous paranormal barrage, humping and coming, only to be replaced by others of different length and breadth, but all rock hard and needing attention. And their own orgasms kept coming as well, one after another in an endless succession, almost as if it was one continuous orgasm peeking and dipping like an unending roller coaster.
How long the ghostly invaders went after the captive pledges was unknown to them, and they never had time to wonder how long it had gone on or how much longer it would. They were almost in an out of body experience, yet their bodies were telling them it was the most amazing and continuous sexual experience, one that was slowly wearing them out yet keeping them charged and burning hot, wanting it to never stop.
At last, the unbroken line of cocks pervading their mouths stopped, and soon the ones between their tits stopped. Their hands were soon left alone and the cocks invading their pussies stopped as well. The numbers of hands, mouths and tongues covering their bodies fell way until each only felt mouths at their breasts and clits, giving each girl one final, pleasurable orgasm before these too faded and ceased. The pledges hung limp against the ropes holding their backs against the smooth stones. Their heads were whirling and their body tingling with the afterglow of the continuous orgasmic experience while panting to catch their breath and get their minds around what had just happened to them, both dreading and hoping it wasn’t.
Heather looked up and saw the full moon was well pasts it zenith. She guessed at least a couple of hours had passed since the sexual blitz began. Too tired to keep looking at it, she went limp again, both glad and sad it was over. She was exhausted and her body seemed to ache all over, yet still tingled with the countless number of orgasms she had and that used her to be achieved and guessed the other pledges felt the same. Like her comrades, the only fluids left behind were their own, their skin coated in perspiration and their pussies were drenched, but no sperm or saliva form their assailants were found. It was like they were never there.
The pledges didn’t hear the footsteps or see the lights approach until they entered the square. The sorority sister had returned. They soon had the 3 pledges untied and stood them up, helping them into robes and putting their sandals back on their feet before leading the weary, worn out pledged back to the cars. They were nearly carrying the pledges, for they had almost no strength to carry themselves. Placed in the back seats, they were again handcuffed and blindfolded but too tired to care or protest. They slept for most of the drive back to the sorority house, where they were taking to their rooms and placed into bed to sleep the remainder of the night away.
The following day, the pledges recounted the prior night’s experience to the sorority console, pressed to give every sexy and impossible to believe it was real detail. The president, vice president and other sisters listen and asked questions, hearing the erotic details with excitement and envy.
When it was over, the president told the pledges they had passed their final test with flying colors. She also let them in on the secret. The ritual of taking pledges to the nearly forgotten cemetery has been going on for over 40 years, and that each pledge to the BMO sorority has had an almost exactly similar experience to theirs. It all started when a BMO sister and her frisky boyfriend decided to have sex a cemetery, and he knew of the lonely graveyard. They went there one night and under the full moon stripped naked and got busy. As they rested afterwards, he got frisky again and playfully tied her wrists with her scarf and her feet with his belt, saying he was a horny ghost. When midnight came, the real ghosts started to work her over and within minutes, she was being ravished by the unseen spirits while her frightened boyfriend sat watching. He was so scared he ran off, leaving his girl to be pleasured for hours. He returned later to find her exhausted but physically fine and took her home. She told her story to her sisters who decided to recreate the experience themselves with success.
Amazed, the pledges begin asking questions of the sisters, finding their shared events to be eerily identical to their own. The pledges were told that the sisters never really left the area, only moved the cars further down the path to make it seem like they were gone, but were nearby till they heard things begin in earnest, then moved deeper into the cemetery to watch, which started shortly after midnight and lasted till nearly 3 am, through the entire witching hour when the spirits were more active.
“Amazing.” Liz remarked when the interview was nearly over. “Why has this never gotten out, been leaked to other sororities or outside the school?”
“It’s our most closely guarded secret and one that carries a curse if told beyond the walls of this house.” The vice president stated.
“A curse? What do you mean?” asked Suzie.
“The president spoke the reply. “The ritual states that if ever a sister or a pledge speaks of the ritual to someone not of the BMO sorority, be it man or woman, they are cured with utter ugliness and will suffer a horrific death.”
“Are you serious?” Heather asked.
“I am. There’s a recorded account that a sister spoke of it about 25 years ago and was caught in a fire that very afternoon that burned her over 90 percent of her body. She died a few days later and it was said to be a painful death.”
“Guess we best keep quiet about it.” Liz remarked.
“Yes, we better, especially if we want to return again to the cemetery.”
“Sadly, it’s not possible for you to return.” The vice president remarked.
“What? Why not?” Heather asked.
“The ritual only works when the moon is full and it’s your first time there, and you must be tied up and left vulnerable. Some believe the cemetery was once a pauper’s field or used to bury prisoners, and they now take their pleasures on the living that they never could when they were alive. But it seems the ghosts only take advantage of defenseless virgins, so to speak. So if it’s happened to you once, they won’t touch you again. No matter how many times you go, even if you’re with first timers, they won’t even come close to you, so all you’ll do is watch and grow envious. Many have tried to fool the spirits but none have been able to make it happen more than once. That’s why it’s part of our initiation, for we’ve found no pledge has ever been there before but gives us a unique, exclusive bond between us sisters.”
“How sad.” Suzie replied. “A one and done encounter.”
“Yeah, but what a way to lose your virginity for a second time.” Liz replied, which made assembled group laugh.
“One question. Why did we need to tie up the house mother while this is going on?
“It’s to keep her out of trouble in case someone finds out what we’re doing on these monthly midnight runs. She was once a BMO sister that loved the ritual herself, so we tie her up and keep her indisposed and ignorant of what’s happening, while helping her relive the ritual to a small degree. Plus it’s easier to say you tied up the house mother and make her horny as part of your initiation rather than saying you were ravished by ghosts in an abandoned graveyard, so everyone wins.” explained the sorority president.
With a few more questions answered, the assembled group dispersed to their rooms and classes. This also explained why on so many evenings, one will pass by a locked door and hear the muffled sounds of a gagged sister in the throes of a powerful orgasm under the control of another, and one will see the impressions of ropes against the fair skins of starry eyed sisters later on.
A week later, Suzie, Liz and Heather, along with the other 3 pledges, were publicly initiated into the Beta Mu Omega sorority, receiving their pins as part of the ceremony. But they knew that just a week prior, by the light of a bright full moon, they had their real initiation ceremony that welcomed them into the elite organization that had the most unique ceremony ever enacted by any sisterhood or sorority on this earth but with ties to something well beyond it.
The End
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