Chapter 8 - Claudia - Ghost Sex, Large Insertion

There were hundreds of dusty books lining the shelves. An ornate chandelier hanged in the center and there were no doors. The room felt like something from a gothic horror film. Claudia had no idea how she had gotten here, but she knew there was a way out. One of these must open a passageway. She walked along, pulling books down. Time passed and she halted, deciding that it would take her days to check every single book. Tired, and cold, wearing a modest silk negligee, she decided to nestle under some of the literature and take a nap. She hoped a clear head would give her insight on how to escape her predicament.
 
Instead, she awoke to a faint scream. She sat upright and saw nothing had changed. Perhaps I was dreaming. She yawned as she collected some books to serve as a pillow. Then she spied an open book sitting in the center of the room. No other books landed that far away and I don’t remember it being there…
 
She arose and slinked closer to the tome. Flipping through the pages, she stopped on a chapter entitled ‘Mr. Hawthorne’s Study.’
 
Abraxas retreated to his haven on many an eve. He peered through the pages, hoping to better his mind and spirit in kind. He was an eccentric man who preferred his solitude; this was the one area where his bride, his kin, nor even his servants could distract from his studies.
 
Many a drawn out session culminated in the adjacent room, however. Abraxas would place his hand upon the pillar to steady himself and would watch with pride as a once hidden passage was now unveiled; For in the upcoming room he was allowed freedom to practice what had been absorbed moments prior.
 
Claudia was drawn away from her reading, feeling a chill run down her spine; she turned to see a faint visage of a man standing in one corner of the room. The ghostly man wore a black suit with an overcoat, allowing a small bit of his white shirt to peek past his vest. Heavily built, his face suggested he was in his late forties, with a trimmed beard and combed black hair.
 
The specter eyed her, closing the book he had been reading. “My dear, you should not be in here. This is my leisure time and I do not wish to be disturbed.”
 
Claudia stammered before she could think of a proper answer. “Mr. Hawthorne, I didn’t mean to disturb-“
“Well you have! Leave immediately or I will have to punish you!” The sturdy ghost-of-a- man stepped closer menacingly.
 
Claudia thought about what she knew… The book must tell the way out! She grabbed it and inspected the nearby pillar. She ran her hand along the smooth wood, but found nothing. The other pillar is behind him. She held her breath and charged past him. She felt a jerk and she spun around, letting out a scream. Her nightgown tore, one side hanging below her hip, exposing her left breast. He can actually hurt me! She ran her hand along the pillar until she felt a bump. There was a click as a section of the bookcase slid outward. She darted through. The ghost watched her with narrowed eyes as the wall moved slowly back into place. Safe, for now.
 
This bland room housed a large wooden table in the center. Leather padding was meant to comfort the patient; however, the straps showed a more sinister function. Again, she could see no exit. She placed the book she carried upon the operating table and flipped past the previous chapter. ‘A Surgeon’s Sanctuary.’
 
Abraxas had a well-rounded education. He would never shy away from a challenge, even if it involved some moral ambiguity. The thick walls muted the screams; the patient would emerge spry and cleansed of their maladies, or they wouldn’t emerge at all. Standing before the Lord Jesus Christ, Abraxas allowed himself to be judged before passing forward.
 
“Claudia? Is that you?” His confusion turned to anger. ”You are not meant to be here, Claudia!” She gasped and turned, gazing upon the furious apparition. He grasped a large meat cleaver as a he boomed. “You mustn’t wander!”
“How do you know my name?” She asked, meekly, confused as to why that was the only question to cross her mind.
“My dear, you are my wife! How might I forget your luscious lips, your svelte physique, your pert bosom… and your constant need to interrupt my work!” His volume increased. “I cannot have your prying eyes watching my every move! Get on the table or I shall have to do something drastic!”
 
She leaned to the holy symbol on the wall, about to attempt escape, but he raised the cleaver in response. Self-preservation moved her to lie on the table. She dropped the book, and allowed the specter’s chilling touch to guide her arms and legs into the bonds.
 
The specter crawled onto the table, straddling her. Claudia felt the something cold prodding her ladyhood; somehow, the ghost had physical form and it was violating her. She tensed and closed her eyes as he slid inside. She grunted and clenched her teeth as she felt the unnaturally large shaft parting her. God, it feels like someone’s arm is going into me! She opened her eyes and saw he was only barely in. “My God, please stop! I can’t take it!”
 
He glowered angrily. “No! I will fuck you into oblivion!” He pressed deeper, causing immense agony with each inch. Never before had she endured such a large man. She struggled and fought against her bindings, but could do nothing against the torture. It burns! It feels like he’s tearing me apart!
 
Then she felt a sudden pop inside of her. The intensity of pain increased two-fold. The large, supernatural man was fully inside of her. He’s in my cervix! She wailed and tried to slide upward on the table, but he only smiled and waited for her to stop. “Can you handle it, my dear? I am farther than I have ever been before.” He moved his hips slowly, sliding in and out as she cried and begged him to stop. “I will not, Claudia. I must put my child in your belly. I must have a son to carry on my heritage! That is all I ever wanted!”
 
He increased the pace, jabbing deeply into her body. She felt numb now, no longer fighting as he fucked her. Watching the large object inside of her press her skin upward with each thrust, she lay limply as he used her for his enjoyment. Abraxas grinned as he undid the restraints on her wrists, one after the other. “Embrace me, my dear.” She no longer wished to struggle – she placed her hands on the specter’s shoulders. She shivered as another chill wound its way through her body. With a mighty roar, the gruff, ghostly man buried his monstrous cock into her. She twinged, enduring his eruptions; her belly shook with each blast of sperm entering her.
 
Abruptly, the visage vanished. Claudia unclasped the bonds around her ankles and stood shakily. She felt between her legs, unsure of the damage, but noticed nothing unusual. She was tight and inviolate, it seemed. I’m still sore and feeling sullied, but I have no physical damage… Yet, I feel something in my belly. This concerns me greatly.
 
She snatched the book from the ground and stepped on different tiles in close proximity to the icon, searching for the trigger. With relief, she felt a click beneath her bare foot; the wall parted, opening into a pitch-black room. She stepped inside cautiously, waiting for her eyes to adjust. Suddenly a brazier in the center of the stone room roared to life. She shrieked; she stood inches away from a woman staring blankly. There were many women in a similar state, all staring ahead with an empty gaze.
 
Deeming them not to be a threat, she opened the book to the next chapter. ‘The Chaff.’
 
Mr. Hawthorne had no use for these harlots. He knew they were all distractions, but his carnal desires got the best of him from time to time. He knew that eventually he would be able to conjure his wife and pleasure her, as he had been unable to do before. He had no idea that his experiments would increase his organ to such a monstrosity. He only wished to please her, but instead, it broke her. She had died three days later and now she haunted Abraxas nightly.
 
One night, after an extended studying session, he was able to blur the lines between the realms of the living and the dead. Upset with his dear wife, he forced himself upon her. This time, in her near-corporeal form, she was able to accept his seed. Now fulfilled, Claudia wandered past the countless broken women her husband had used. She roamed the halls, biding her time until their progeny could be born into this world.