TerrorTrooper | Soul Service

"On your knees!" were the deep commanding tones the massive figured commanded. He watched as his apparition fell to his knees in front of the armored figure, matching his physicals body's pose. Again, he had double vision, he watched his ghostly self and could also see out of his ghostly eyes. With both visions he watched as massive troopers leather clad hand brushed across the massive protruding pouch and watch it separate and the trooper reaching in and pulling out a massive glistening slab of flesh. Like his double vision, his sense of smell from both his physical and ghostly body inhaled the thick musky smell of manhood.  

The massive figure hand stroke the flesh and then aimed it at his ghostly mouth. "Open!" was the one word command and he found himself opening his ghostly mouth. The flesh was too much, it was too big but inch by inch the trooper pushed it into the prisoners ghostly mouth. Like his vision and sense of smell, his sense of touch was duplicated. His physical body could feel the heavy flesh stretching his mouth wide as it pushed its way down his throat. Deeper and deeper.  He could taste the hot salty musky flavor of the Troopers skin. Feel it filling his throat, stretching it wide. He could feel it blocking his air passage where he should be choking, yet he could breath. 

 The massive Trooper growled deeply in pleasure and started pumping his flesh in and out of the ghostly apparition. The prisoner felt it all. Then he felt something else, almost like falling into something. That's when the tendrils of glowing smoke like energy started traveling from his physical body to his ghostly body and when it reached there he could feel it being absorbed by the Troopers flesh impaled down his throat.