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 The ambient hum of the outside world passing you by vibrated through you as you drove, your eyes glancing up at the darkness that was around you, the rather dim lights of your car doing little work to cut through it as you drove. It was another day being hard at work hunting demons with you having driven out far into the woods to deal with a  demon possessed woman lurking around in a rotting, forgotten wood house. The land owner wanted to demolish the house and build a new one in place but the possessed woman was attacking anyone that was inside of the building, making getting rid of the house impossible and, as such, meaning that you had been called out to deal with it. It was a much easier job then some that you had, the lack of people nearby and the fact you could do as you wish within the house meaning you could combat the grip the demon had on the building. After a few hours night had fallen and the demon had left the building, leaving a confused woman and an empty house in its wake with you leaving with the money soon afterwards, knowing that your work wasn’t over yet.

What your clients didn’t know about you was that you were also living with demons in your home, ones that you had bound to the house yourself to ensure that they could not leave nor could they harm you in any way that mattered. One was Valek, a demon that had taken the appearance of a distorted Nun and overall she was the most fair tempered of the pair of them, the woman having settled into her new life haunting your home as well as the sexual relationship you had with her. On the other hand there was Annabelle, a demon that had possessed a doll where she got her name from, a name she hated as it wasn’t her actual name, something she would lecture you on whenever she got the chance, and overall was much more aggressive than her counterpart.

She also, unlike Valek, actively attempted to find ways to try and kill you which had all actively failed as you had been able to predict what she was doing as a doll of her size and stature was overall rather hard to miss, even if was smaller then most people. However, her newest scheme had been her most devious yet and you had very nearly missed it if it wasn’t for the fact that she had used your card details to buy what she needed for her plan.  The first time you had got wind of it you were just coming back from another successful exorcism when your phone had noticed you had two purchases on your card, both of which were from EBay. You were briefly confused, wondering if someone had somehow got your card details before you realized that you forgot your wallet, having left it at home. 

When you got home everyone would act none the wiser, Annabelle getting particularly angry when you accused her of using your card for something saying a “demon like her has no need for pathetic human currency”. The next day you took your laptop with you to work and checked your search history,the comparatively ancient demon had forgotten to wipe it beforehand which is when you saw what listings she had bid on. She had ordered an antique wedding dress and a pair of coins, something that would not look out of place for the average person but for you it only aroused more suspicion. You knew of the Ferrywomen ghosts, creatures that would claim souls that did not pay their toll when they died, and you also knew ghosts bound themselves to clothes they were killed in, including wedding dresses.

You quickly put two plus two together that this was an elaborate scheme to kill you by buying the possessed items online and then getting the unbound ghosts to kill you since she couldn’t do it herself. It was a clever plan, one you were impressed by when you had found it out but now you knew what had to be done, having made preparations to make sure that you could bind the two ghosts to the house and, as a result, have them not be able to murder you. You soon saw the silhouette of your house overhead, the pale moonlight illuminating the edges excellently as you got out and stared at the house. You’d wait for a few moments, wanting to see if there was any movement you could see through the windows, only for there to be none at all and as such you went inside.

You unlocked the door and walked inside, looking around the darkness to see if anyone was lurking around, the entire building being ever so slightly too silent especially given how it would descend into arguing when you were gone. You’d walk into the hallway, keeping your bag by your side as you’d hear the sound of light footsteps echoing across the building, knowing she was no doubt trying to tell her new friends that you were home. You’d think about the incantation that you had to say as you wandered, moving through each room of the dark house, the shadows bending across the walls. Eventually you’d find yourself upstairs, each step letting out a creak across the air before you entered into your bedroom where you saw something that made your eyes widen.

It was the wedding dress, laid out across the bed clearly in a way that would gain your attention, Annabelle clearly wanting you to be distracted before you’d hear her footsteps again, this time in the hallway. You’d move over to the hallway,not being able to see a glassy eyed face nor a white clad ghost staring back at you with you trying to turn the hallway's light on only for you to receive nothing but a click, revealing she had gone about cutting the power. You’d mumble something to yourself about the power before you heard the sound of much heavier footsteps behind you. You pushed your heels into the ground, getting ready to both spin around and to step back if you needed to before you took a step and turned around, seeing the bride standing before you. 

You’d gaze at the spectral woman for a moment, the first place that you looked being her head, a veil still being worn on top of her scalp although it did little to hide her face due to how all over the place it was, the varying bits of fabric being almost like flower petals. Behind the veil lay the woman’s face, her blood hair cascading down the back of her head and neck whilst derived blood covered her pale face, the blood having been splattered across her head and neck although you were unsure if the blood came from her or was the stain that a victim has left upon her when she died. The blood has also soaked into the neck of the dress and trailed across her left side, her arm being more red then it was white as you saw a knife in her hand, clenched with a grip more iron then most were capable off with you imagining she’d be white knuckles if she had any blood running through her body. The rest of the woman was relatively clean of blood, the woman staring at you as you quickly stumbled back so you went in lunging range of the rather unhappy looking woman.

This proved to be a correct choice as she would soon dive at you, the knife being brought down into the air before she’d keep swinging the blade at you, a grin moving across your face as you moved her into the corridor.  You attempted to look the ghost in the eye, something that was hard to do when she both had a veil on and that she was moving rather erratically that you couldn’t get a good look at her. Eventually you managed to get a good lock on her, clearing your throat as you moved backwards and went to speak. “Vincula e Deus, alleges duplicia haec daemonium!” You shouted as the woman stopped moving for a brief moment, the chains appearing on her wrists and legs, making sure that she was in place before she dropped the knife in shock.

“You’re now bound to this house and you can do no harm to be, ghost.” You explained, the woman only seeming mildly annoyed by the fact as the chains broke, the woman going to pick up the knife only for her hand to move through it. She’d let out a grumble, a confident smile moving across your face before you heard the sound of footsteps appear behind you, their ones being slightly lighter than the brides were but were a lot slower with you figuring that this was the other ghost. You turned around and waited for the ghost to turn the corner, knowing that this may be a bit of a harder nut to crack as you couldn't see the ghost's eyes with you eventually watching as the Ferrywoman turned the corner, the coins in her eyes glistening in the light coming through the window.

Yet again the first place that you looked was her head revealing that her face and head looking much like a dried corpse, the woman’s nose being completely absent from her face and her skin looking like a deep rotting brown, the skin around the cheeks stretching whilst the woman’s eyes were covered in a pair of silver coins. The woman was wearing a black cloak which hid the majority of her body, the hood being worn on her head, the fabric ripped around the arms and the feet, the woman having down dozens of coins into the chest whilst also having quite a lot of coins wrapped around her arms, the coins shining somewhat.  You’d look to the woman’s hands, seeing that each of her fingers were tipped with a claw, one of the woman’s hands being wrapped around a large wooden stick which caused you to step back again. The woman’s lips were surprisingly thick for the fact she was essentially a corpse with you getting ready to dislodge the coins as you went to grab something from your bag as the bride watched the event occur.

You rummaged around your back as the woman would wander towards you, eventually grabbing a hold of some coins that you had within them as you smirked to yourself. You threw the coins forward, the woman's head shifting upwards as you knew you could see slivers of the woman’s eyes underneath the coins, clearing your throat as you went to say the incantation. “Vincula e Deus, alleges duplicia haec daemonium!” You shouted as the chains appeared again, wrapping around the woman’s arms and legs and keeping her attached to the ground for a moment before they disappeared. A smile creeped over your face, knowing that you had two more ghosts occupying the house as you heard the sound of footsteps behind you before a loud sigh escaped the air.

“Oh come on!” She would say, revealing herself from the darkness before crossing her arms as you gazed down at her, the woman’s glassy stare piercing you somewhat as you smiled. “H-how did you manage that? And how did you two get caught so easily!” She said as the two ghosts looked down at her, both of them seemingly rather annoyed at the doll that was actively shouting at them. “If I could have done it myself I would have , goes to show that you can’t trust mortals even when they are spirits!" She groaned, the woman’s dress drifting around as she flicked her hands into the air.

“Oh, is that so?” You said as you turned to face the two ghosts she’d summoned. “You hear that ladies, it seems she thinks you’re useless.” You explained, the two women getting angrier and angrier as Annabelle started to walk backwards, realising what you were doing. “Now, Ladies, why don’t you go and grab Annabelle and follow me. We’re gonna have some fun!” You said eagerly, the two women briefly glancing one another before the doll would go to speak.

“My name is not ANNA-OW!” She said as the bride reached down and grabbed one of her pigtails, tugging at it somewhat as the Ferrywoman swiped her legs out from under her, allowing the bride to cradle the doll fully in her arms. “UNHAND ME! I SWEAR YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!” She shouted into the air with you knowing that it was futile to respond as the women turned their heads to you.

“Great, follow me, ladies!” You said, the woman doing as you said and following you over to the bedroom with you just filtering out whatever the doll was screaming at you in the meantime before you got to the room. You moved into your bag again, grabbing ahold of the ropes before you’d proceed to rest it on the bed, pointing to a chair that was on the edge of the room as you would do so. “Drag that over and tie her to the chair, make sure she’s nice and tight.” You said, the two ghosts doing as you asked, moving her over to the chair as she would kick and scream at them. Eventually they managed to get the wiggling doll onto the chair, the bride pulling her hair back as the ferryman tied her up, the chair rocking slightly from the force of her body from the time they were done.

“Get this off me now, mortal! Was it not enough for you to bind the soul but the vessel as well!” She shouted with you looking up at the two women that had successfully restrained the doll.

“Now, ladies, I think it’s time for your reward, isn’t it? Who wants to go first then?” You asked, resting yourself on the bed as the women gazed upon one another again. The Ferrywoman would eventually motion to you, the bride looking over to you and slowly walking to  join you, the woman’s joints cracking somewhat when she walked, a smile creeping across your face as she’d stand directly in front of you. “So you’re going first then?” You asked, the woman nodding with the same enraged expression on her face. “Alright then, get on the bed. It’s time to consummate our wedding night.” You said, the doll letting out a sound with the tones of disgust and annoyance mixed into it as the bride would make her way onto the bed, the furniture creaking as she got onto it.

You’d follow onto her bed, shifting yourself onto the mattress as the woman looked forward and smiled slightly at the doll before moving so that she was laying on her back, waiting for you to come and fuck her. You’d move your hands over to her dress, hiking the dress upwards and dragging it across her legs before you’d gain a view of her panties, seeing the white underwear and moving your finger underneath the strap of her panties. You then dragged them down her legs, seeing her somewhat wet pussy dripping onto the mattress as she eventually threaded her leg through one of the holes, leaving her panties hanging off one of her legs. You moved between her legs, seeing the woman staring at you through the veil before you winded your hips back and rammed into her.

You groaned as you felt her inner walls clench around your member, the woman’s fluids splashing against your balls and waist somewhat as your hands moved to her waist, clutching ahold of it. After a moment you’d start dragging yourself out of her pussy, feeling as her inner walls and lower lips both clutched around your member with you looking down to see as inch after inch of your member withdrew, her fluids covering your cock. You’d move until you got to the point where only the tip of your member, letting it rest inside of her as she clenched away, desperately begging for you to push back into her. You quickly figured that you weren’t one to refuse, proceeding to thrust back into her, a moan escaping her mouth as you kept a firm grip on her hips.

You’d repeat your movements, going faster with each cycle as you’d hear a slight chorus of moans escaping from the ghost woman’s mouth, her legs resting against the side of your legs as you looked over to Annabelle and the Ferrywoman. The Ferrywoman was looking at the entire affair with interest whilst Annabelle looked as annoyed as ever, attempting to wiggle out of her bounds before she realized that you were staring at her, a look of indignation moving across her face. “Well don’t look at me like that, you pervert!” She shouted, a grin moving across your face as you looked down at the brides blood splattered face. With that you proceeded to shoot her a wink, the woman seemingly slightly shocked before you proceeded to start moving much faster then you had done before.

The slow wind backwards and the quick thrust forward were replaced with a pair of quick if somewhat jagged movements back and forth, your hips bouncing off her body somewhat as she groaned into the air. You’d look into the veil to see that the woman’s face was changing somewhat from the scowl that it was stuck in to a more pleasured expression, the woman’s inner walls clenching faster and faster around your member.  The fluids that were coming out of the woman were now splashing across her thighs and stomach, the woman’s hand reaching out to grab ahold of your body. You then proceeded to move your hands over to her wrists, feeling as the woman’s fingers would move from your arms in shock before you pushed her arms down onto the mattress.

With your increased leverage you’d proceed to move your legs downwards, moving your head so it was still looming over her, her hips being lifted off the ground somewhat as her legs wrapped around your lower back. You’d hear the sound of her moans, of which he became more and more haggard, the woman’s joints occasionally clicking and crunching due to the fact that her legs were moving along with your hips. You glanced to see what the other two were doing, seeing that the Ferrywoman was watching you whilst Annabelle was glancing between you and the floor as if she wanted to watch but didn’t want to be caught watching. Either way you'd decide to give them a show to be proud of and start to go even faster,  hearing as the bride moaned into the air as her legs tightened. 

Your hips started blurring in the air, the sound of your hips clapping against her own echoing out across the air, the woman’s moans occasionally becoming interspersed with the constant loop of noise. The woman’s legs had managed to maintain the same grip that her hands had done upon her knife with you being able to move them from your body even if you had any desire too which you didn’t here. The woman’s inner walls would also increase in speed and intensity, the woman’s inner walls clenching as soon as your base slammed into her inner walls,making pulling out even more pleasurable in the process. You looked into the veil again, seeing that the woman’s face had contorted into pleasure, the woman’s eyes threatening to roll into the back of her head.

That’s when you felt yourself start to throb inside of her, pushing up against her inner walls which seemed to push against your cock with renewed fervor as a result. A few more thrusts and the pressure would start to appear, nesting at the tip of your member and starting off subtle at first but you quickly noticed that it was growing more and more intense with each thrust. Soon the pressure would consume the tip of your member completely, the sensation mixing pleasure and pain together before it travelled across the rest of your member, your seed getting closer and closer to spilling out inside of her. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore, letting out a moan before you slammed into her pussy, one of the woman’s wrists breaking of your grip and grabbing your arm as you came.

You’d feel as ropes started to escape your cock, covering her inner walls with your pearly white cum, the woman’s lower lips clenching around your cock and making sure no cum could escape her pussy. More and more ropes sprayed out of your dick, pushing deeper and deeper each time, some ropes adding to the ropes that were already laid upon her insides, her nails scratching against your arm. Your orgasm soon reached it’s peak, a massive wave of cum escaping your member and coating her insides, pushing down to the deepest reaches of her body all the while. After that the ropes would become greatly reduced,  slowly being reduced to nothing at all, the last couple of drops falling into her before you moved your hand away from her arm, letting it fall messily to the bed.

You’d pull out a moment later, watching a string of cum connect your cock and her pussy and then looking up to see that the Ferrywoman was now resting against the chair, her ass pointed right at you as the doll looked up at her. “Really, you’re doing this here?” The doll said, the ghostly corpse letting out an annoyed groan as you’d promptly get off the bed and walked over to her, looming over her body as you’d feel yourself grow harder and harder over her body. You’d move your hands down to her hips, feeling as the woman’s tough and dry skin would rub against your fingers, the coins ringing out against across the air before you winded your hips upwards, slowly moving and staring down at her pussy before you plunged yourself inside the second ghost, the doll letting out a grunt as she looked up at the display.

The woman groaned into the air, her dried lips opening an ever so slight amount of drool dripped from her teeth and lips, slowly spreading across Annabelle’s dress, much to the dolls annoyance. You’d start withdrawing from her pussy, noting that the feeling of her inner walls clenching around your member was slower then the bride but it pushed harder against your cock, your fingers grinding against the leathery skin. You’d move to the point where your tip was resting against her lips, rubbing against the top of her pussy, grinding against it a couple times as the coins attached to her body would ring out. With that you’d then thrust forward again, hearing the chair creek underneath her as you pushed her forward, a low,whispery moan escaping from her throat.

As you’d repeat the process you’d hear Annabelle mumbling to herself, the annoyed doll desperately trying to look away from the situation as her chair rocked around. “Hey, I’m still attached to this thing you know!” She shouted with you ignoring her as you’d feel your hands grow restless on the spirits body, your fingers scratching and pushing down the woman’s skin, grinding across it. You then proceeded to start moving her hands across your body, your hands first moving down across her stomach, feeling each imperfection in the skin before she would move to her breasts. Your hands clutched ahold of her breasts, cupping them in your hands, her nipples pushing against your palm and hardening rapidly as your chest rested against the woman’s skinny back.

As you grasped and groped at the breasts you’d start thrusting faster against the woman faster and harder, the back arching into your chest, her spine grinding against your sternum. Meanwhile you’d feel as her clenching would grow slightly faster, the woman having a technique to her insides where she’d move down from the base to the tip, the process repeating with each thrust that you’d perform, a moan escaping her mouth all the while. The ringing of many silver coins rang out across the room, the bride watching the entire display as you would go to speak to her. “Looks like we’re paying that toll in cum aren’t we?” You said, the woman groaning in response with the coins being just enough to drown out whatever Annabelle was saying about the affair.

You eventually moved your hands down slightly, moving your fingers to either side of her nipples, starting to rub and push against them and making it so her man’s grew an octave or so higher. You’d lay your chest against her body some more, the woman's spine being felt even more despite the fact that she was still covered by the cloak, your head moving over to her shoulder and your mouth moving over to her neck, pushing down onto the leathery skin and starting to kiss. You’d feel how the smooth and dry skin pushed against your tongue, slight drops of drool dripping down from her neck as you’d playfully grind your teeth against her skin as you began to thrust even faster against her aged body.

At the rate you were thrusting you’d hear the sound of chair creaking underneath of her, looking down to see Annabelle rocking from side to side as you fucked the ghost she had summoned to try and kill you. The woman’s clenching grew faster and also became somewhat less organised, the inner walls twitching across your cock on occasion before managing to regain composure, her moans growing somewhat more eager. You'd move your mouth away from her neck, letting spit link your teeth and tongue as sweat dripped down your body, absorbing into the dark coin covered cloak she was wearing. Her pussy fluids splashed out of your member, your cock now being covered in a mixture of her fluids and left over cum of which made for pretty excellent lube given how fast you were moving.

The pressure returned, this time appearing just under the tip of your member, starting gently at first as you began to feel the throbbing appear, pushing and rubbing across her inner walls whilst her teeth grinned against themselves. The pressure moved over to the tip of your member, eventually consuming your entire member before it would start to intensify, the pressure growing harder and harder to ignore by the second. You’d move your hands further down, clutching ahold of her hips and jamming your fingers deeply into them, straightening your back somewhat. Eventually you proceeded to slam yourself into her, feeling as your hips collided with her own as ropes escaped your cock, a whispery moan running out from your throat.

Ropes would spray out of your cock at a rapid rate, rope after rope escaping your member and burrowing itself deep inside of her, the woman hiking her back upwards. The ropes grew thicker and longer by the moment, covering more of her insides in your cum as her hands moved downwards, lifting the chair onto its back legs, the wooden piece of furniture creaking loudly into the air. Your orgasm reached its peak, said peak shooting out in a series of three or so waves, coating her deepest reaches in your jizz before your orgasm came to an end, the ropes quickly coming to a stop. You pulled yourself out of her pussy, watching as cum dripped out of the ghosts pussy as she let go of the chair, the chair falling back onto the four legs, Annabelle looking rather shocked about it all.

“Well that was… pretty great!” You said, panting into the air and feeling as cold air pushed into your lungs,  your cock still hard despite everything, the bride noticing this as she would walk behind you, looking down at your cock with a smile. “You want some more, do you?” You asked, both the bride and the Ferrywoman nodding at you as you looked at Annabelle, moving in front of her as she went to speak.

“Oh god, I get the point, asshole!” The doll shouted as the bride would go and slap her across the head, into being stopped by the Ferrywoman getting in the way. The Ferrywoman motioned her head to you, the bride stopping her moments before she would realise what the Ferrywoman wanted to do, nodding in response before you’d watch as both the Ferrywoman and the Bride got onto their knees before you, Annabelle being centred right in the middle of the two women. You’d then watch as the bride would grab ahold of the veil, moving it upwards to give you a  look at her blood covered face before she would move her lips over to the tip of your cock, the Ferrywoman outstretching her tongue and moving it to the bottom of your member  eagerly.

You’d groan into the air before as you’d feel the warmth envelop the tip of your cock, the woman and tongue starting to circle around your member, the glands growing somewhat under the wet organ. Meanwhile the Ferrywoman would start drifting her tongue across her bottom of your cock, starting at the base of your member and slowly dragging it down your dick, leaving a slight trail of drool in its wake before she would move back to the bottom of your cock again. As they’d repeat the process you’d grab ahold of the brides head, moving your fingers through the mix of fabric and hair and clutching ahold of it. You’d hear as her breath hitched somewhat, the woman knowing what was going to happen as you dragged her head down your cock, the woman grunting as you pushed her to the base of your member.

You’d feel as the woman’s throat would clench and rub against your cock, pushing across the entirety of your cock, the woman’s tongue lashing against the bottom of your cock as the Ferrywoman moved down to lap at your balls. After a moment you’d proceed to pull her away from your cock, hearing the sound of the woman’s throat relaxing as an influx of drool dripped onto the floor, the doll letting out a vaguely disgusted noise. “You mortals are so unciv-UGH!” She would exclaim before the bride jammed her fingers into the dolls mouth, shutting her up as the Ferrywoman moved to your tip. The bride would suckle on the tip of your cock before she proceeded to move her head sideways somewhat, the Ferrywoman soon joining her fellow ghost in sucking your tip.

The two sets of lips were pushing and rubbing against your tip, their lips rubbing and pushing against your member as you’d feel as their tongues would start moving around your tip, brushing against your head. Sometimes you’d watch as the tongue would drift across your tip, moving down your member before moving back into the miasma of warmth that was occurring there, the two women’s tongues sometimes fighting over one another to get access to the taste of your dick. Meanwhile Annabelle was still gargling on the brides fingers, suckling and choking on them before she pulled the fingers out of her mouth, beads of drool connecting the two of them together as you’d hear Annabelle panting into the air before you began thrusting into the two women.

You’d hear the woman groan in tandem as you’d drive your hips into their mouths the woman’s tongues briefly recoiling from the sensation before going back to pleasure the new inches that were shoved inside of them. The women would also rest their hands against your legs to stabilize themselves, the nails of the bride digging down into your skin as you moved your hand to the Ferrywoman's head as well, making sure both of them were stable on your member. You seemed to notice that the two women had some sort of plan for what had happened next, the two women seemingly glancing to one another as Annabelle was still trying to get the taste of the brides fingers out of her mouth.

That’s when you felt yourself start to throb yet again, the women seeming eager to get you to orgasms as you’d feel their tongues start moving much faster and much more haphazardly then they had done beforehand. Your grip on their heads would increase slightly, your fingers digging down into their scalps as you’d feel the pressure appear at the tip once again with you wondering what the endgame of their plan could possibly be. You’d feel yourself growing closer and closer to cumming, watching as the women would get closer to enacting their plan as your grip slightly strengthened. Eventually you couldn't take it anymore, proceeding to start cumming before the two women moved out of the way, the doll face twisting into an expression of shock when she realized what was coming.

The first ropes would spray out of your cock before covering the woman’s wooden face, a few drops of cum laying itself on her dress as the next waves would arrive, the doll attempting and failing to wiggle out of her bonds in the process. The dolls face would soon get to the point where it was dripping with your seed, some of your cum getting caught in her hair whilst a larger amount of it would cover her dress. After a while your orgasm would reach the peak, the wave of cum that shot out hitting her right in the face, the splash of cum being enough to completely soak through the front of her dress. Then the orgasm would  slow down the ropes trailing down the edge of her dress before stopping entirely, the humiliated doll now staring back at you angrily.

“Well, I think that we’ve learnt our lesson here,haven’t we ladies.” You said with a grin, the two women smiling to themselves as your cock went limp and you went to put your trousers back on. “Either way, at least you know what happens now when you go and steal from people, Annabelle.” You said with a smile as you patted her head, swearing that you could feel the anger oozing out of her body as you walked away, only hearing her react as you would walk down the hallway.

“FOR THE LAST TIME, MY NAME IS NOT ANNABELLE YOU LITTLE CU-“