Supernaturally Savage Sex

I Was Brutally Gangbanged by the Séance Spirits

by Deborah Cockram

It seemed like a big joke at first – my hubby wanted us to go to a séance, see if it was really true to reach spirits from the other side.

It seemed silly, but maybe fun, so I went along.

Much to my surprise, we DID reach spirits from the other world – spirits who had insatiable sexual appetites, desires that had been burning, growing, for decades.

And they decided to quench those sensual, fiery, fleshly, most carnal of thirsts – and my body was the fountain they drank from. Before I knew what was happening I was naked, in front of my friends, helpless to stop the spirits as they ravished my body in EVERY WAY POSSIBLE…and a few ways that shouldn't be possible.

Note: This is a work of fiction, meant for entertainment purposes only for those of legal age. It includes adult experiences, including reluctant gangbanging, double penetration, anal sex, oral sex, humiliation, paranormal erotica, and so much more…


we – there were six of us, three different couples – sat on the floor in a circle, with the facilitator – a slightly older woman dressed in a loose, flowing dress, at one end. There were candles – but instead of a large one in the middle of the circle, there were dozens on shelves and tables around the room, their uneven, flickering light the only illumination. We were in an older home, of course, one which had, during its one-hundred-and-fifty years of existence, served as a brothel way back in the late 1800s, later a store, a law office, a town library, and was now a small historical museum. The woman running the show was a descendant of the original owners, and it was her family who had donated the building to the town, under the conditions she have access to the building occasionally for personal use – which I suppose, meant holding these little séances.

She had us all hold hands.


"Close your eyes," she said, her voice little more than a whisper. "Close your eyes and focus on my words, and what I ask."

We sat for several seconds,

"Feel one another," she spoke.

It was all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing. Feel one another? Well, I wouldn't mind copping a feel from my husband, even here with our friends. And across the circle sat Jason, my hubby's best friend and one of the hottest guys I knew. Heck, I'd even found myself a couple of times wondering what it would be like to kiss Leann – one of our other friends in the circle. She was gorgeous, and though I'd never really been attracted to woman, there was some sort of allure about her. Maybe I should just reach across the circle and feel her.

"Feel one another's spirit, questioning, opening."

Okay, at least that's a qualifier. Jason and Leann will have to wait.

The woman started chanting, very low, almost like a whisper. I strained to hear, found myself concentrating on the words – it sounded like some foreign language. Something old – Latin maybe?

Without warning a…something…something came over me. I'm not sure how to describe it. I felt dizzy, my vision, even with my eyes closed, turned gray. My breathing became long and slow, almost like slow-motion. Then I realized I could understand her words. They were still in a strange language, but I could understand it.

"Open yourself," she said. "They are here, hungry, craving, wanting so much."

I felt light, almost as if I were floating.

"They are so lonely, waiting…waiting…looking…"

I felt cool air against me, wrapping around me, caressing my skin – I snapped my eyes open – I was floating in the middle of the circle, nude, my clothes in a pile where I had been sitting.

My body shuddered at the feel of a hand – two hands – on my breasts, caressing, squeezing. I looked down – my breasts were being pushed together, nipples rolled between fingers, but the hands weren't there, the cold fingers invisible. Something unseen, some force that felt like human hands was touching me.

Others – hands on my hips, lips tasting my thighs, something stiff and hard against my lips. Conflicting emotions ran through me – uncertainty, panic, and the most intense, overwhelming sense of arousal I could ever remember.

I felt a tongue against my pussy, licking the length of my cunt, tasting, playing. I groaned, my lips parting ever-so-slightly, and then it happened: A cock, large and hard, ramming deep inside my mouth, stretching my jaws, filling me, touching the back of my throat. I gagged, tried pushing away, but my hands were just grasping at air, finding nothing to press against. I couldn't see anyone, anything, but the feeling inside my mouth was unmistakable – a large, engorged cock, from a man who was aching to cum.

He thrust deep into my mouth, against the back of my throat. I gagged again, looked around, waiting for my friends to help. They simply sat, staring.

"oooo ummmeeeee" I called, trying to say "Do something."


About the Author

I'm Deborah Cockram, and I write all sorts of deep, dark and dirty erotica. Sometimes it's incest, sometimes bestially, occasionally with somewhat "dubious" consent, and other times it's just plain old hard and rough one-on-one (or two-on-one or three-on-one) sex.

Whatever form the sex takes, my stories almost always involve a wicked dose of bondage, sensual pain, and of course, the most depraved, carnal pleasure, all rolled up a single tale.

You know, the kind that all good girls (and bad boys) enjoy…

Because of content restrictions at many retailers, you'll only find my stories at Barnes and Noble, Excitica, some at Smashwords, and of course at

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