Ghost at the Institute [Commission]

Brandon wailed as another load was forced out of him. His attacker moaned at feeling his cum fill her up once again. His body felt sore from all the relentless fucking he was going through. He had no idea how long he had gone through this. Earlier he didn’t think today could get any worse, but he was proven very wrong. Today was his first day at the TykeLure Institute, and his first day of hell on earth. The Institute was known for treating troubled children, and Brandon was brought in for being labeled a “chronic masturbater”. It was completely untrue, his mother just happened to walk in on him playing with himself without knocking on the door to his room, and had a hysterical overreaction. And so, he was brought here. All day he was sexually teased, bringing him close to orgasm, but never allowed to cum. This was considered his therapy. The pretty nurses constantly talked about how large his penis was for a boy his age, much to his humiliation as they groped and molested him. They whispered into his ears all the things they wanted to do to him when the cameras weren’t around or off, and it frightened him. And if the sexual torture wasn’t enough, he was also constantly being tickled. He was terribly ticklish, and it was just as bad as his other therapy. He didn’t understand why they did this to him, he just knew that they loved inflicting as much torture as possible on him. By the end of the day, his feet had a shade of pink from all the relentless tickling they went through. Brandon was then prepped for bedtime, which was putting him in a thick straitjacket with straps keeping him on the asylum bed, ankle restraints onto the bed railing, and fitting a panel gag with a large rubber ball over his face and into his mouth. With a kiss on his gag, the nurse said good night and put a large blindfold on him and left. He was left alone, sobbing thinking how he could possibly last in a place like this. But he wasn’t alone for long. Brandon felt someone else climb onto the bed, startling him. He felt fingers remove the blindfold, and his tired eyes widened at what he saw. An impossibly large pale nude woman wearing a white mask was over him. And even though Brandon couldn't see her face, he somehow knew it had a lustful expression on it. She moved over to his ankles, and undid the restraints that kept them attached to the bed railing. After they were freed, she held them in her iron grasp and bent them over his head. Her hands had no heat and felt strange, which made him conclude in his panicked brain that she was a ghost of some kind. Poor Brandon had no idea what she was doing, until she moved her lower body frighteningly close to his own. She let go of one of his ankles, and used her free hand to masturbate the boy, getting him hard. He started yelling through his gag for her to stop, but all that came out was muted gibberish. He tried moving his legs forward to push her off, but she was way too heavy. He then felt extreme heat radiating onto his penis, and realized her pussy was literally inches from him. The strange ghost then slowly impaled herself on his dick, putting all her weight onto him, and literally began to crush him. Brandon screamed as he felt his legs fold over him. He had to use his legs to hold off as much of her weight off him as he could. Meanwhile his penis felt trapped in a hot, tight, and wet place when it was devoured by her pussy. He moaned as the ghost started to pound into him, straining his legs even more, and pushing his manhood deeper into herself, fucking him hard. He could do nothing but struggle in his straitjacket and watch the ghost’s oversized breasts swing inches from his face while he was raped. After spending a whole day being sexually teased, it didn’t take long for him to reach his first orgasm. He spasmed as much as he could beneath her as he came, his legs trying even harder to push her away to no avail. Hours later, she continued to pound into him, and he was screaming through his gag and shaking his head side to side. He desperately wanted this to stop. Repeated forced orgasms made his penis feel so sensitive, it felt like the ghost’s pussy was literally going to consume it. When he shook his head, he noticed there was a nurse to his right. His eyes widened and he yelled for her help, but his heart sank when he got a better look at her. She was filming the ordeal with a home video camera, masturbating to his rape. The ghost laughed at him, watching his horrified reaction, and began to fuck him even faster and harder. Brandon finally lost the strength in his legs and could no longer resist the weight of his attacker, and could do nothing while he experienced the full force of her crushing pounding. Brandon’s eyes rolled back into his head as his most powerful orgasm so far washed over him, all the while his pelvis was being flattened into the asylum bed. He babbled into his gag, his mind was shattered. The ghost simply said, “Good boy” as she continued to fuck him even more. ---- Hope you enjoyed the extra story I put together! The ghost Lucretia is an original character made by the commissioner. If you're interested in the uncensored images, please send me an email including your Fanbox username at: gopherartwork@gmail.com