Ghost Whisperer

by duane

Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including NonConsensual, Reluctant, Fan Fiction, Horror, Slut Wife, BDSM, Rough, Torture, Orgy, Interracial, Bestiality, .

Desc: Horror Sex Story: Melinda is possessed by a Demonic Demon, who takes her soul and body. The story features a multitude of sex,gangbangs interracial, lesbian and Bestiality.

The Possession of Melinda

Romano, the Black Demon of lost souls, was a little pissed off at the moment. The Demon was not happy because in the past 6 months he was not having much luck collecting any of the lost souls that inhabited earth.

It seemed to the Demon like more and more of the lost souls on Earth were either choosing to stay or crossover, with the Ghost Whisperer's help.

The Demon's recent failure to collect the lost souls on Earth was becoming more troublesome to him, and he knew that something had to change for him soon. It was also starting to get some notice in the darkness world that he inhabited.

The Demon knew that if things did not change soon, that he would not be able to visit Earth anymore. So he had to find a way to collect the lost souls, if he wanted to keep coming back.

Romano did not want to go back into the darkness again forever, because he loved it here on Earth. He also enjoyed all the evil havoc that he could create when he visited.

The Demon had a broad grin on his face, as he thought about all the debauchery and misery that he had already inflicted on some of the young girls he had met.

The horror Romano had done over the years to them made his cold black heart fill up with much joy.

On rare occasions the Demon could gain a temporary physical presence here on Earth. It meant he could go out and rape the purest and the sweetest of the teenage girls that he could find when he visited. He loved ravaging virginal vaginas and chewing on tender young tits. But rape did not gain him the souls of his victims.

The Afterlife had been good to Romano but the darkness was always moving, and news of his constant failure to gain souls on Earth was starting to become a problem for him.

The Demon also knew just the person to blame for his current failures in the real world. It was the big tit white bitch known as Melinda Gordon. At that point Romano decided he was going to make Melinda pay one day and suffer for all the times she had cost him a soul on Earth.

The Demon wanted revenge on the Ghost Whisperer and Romano also knew that someday or somehow, he was going to get his ultimate revenge on Melinda Gordon.

Romano kept thinking about it. If only he could maintain his physical presence on Earth long enough so he could manage to rape her young body.

He also wanted to do the same thing to Melinda's hot body that he had done to the other younger girls on Earth. He knew once he materialized to a physical form that Melinda Gordon would be his forever, just like the other young girls he had fucked in the past.

Romano also thought that vile of an act on her young married body, would be his ultimate revenge against the sexy young Ghost Whisperer. The Demon kept thinking that if he could manage to do that to her body that it would ruin her life forever.

In truth the Demon knew, deep down in his own black heart that he just wanted to possess Mrs. Gordon's beautiful body and destroy her soul for his own twisted Demonic pleasure. He could not stop thinking about Melinda's curvy white body.

He had envisioned, on many different occasions, the images of the Ghost Whisperer's nude body. The images of her body kept playing out over and over in his twisted mind, almost to the point of becoming an obsession with him.

The Demon also could not stop thinking about all the times he had seen her in the past, in various sexy outfits in public. Romano had often wondered if maybe Melinda Gordon was not as innocent as everyone thought. It seemed to him like Melinda was always strutting around town in her skimpy little cleavage tops, with her big titties always bouncing.

Romano was now thinking back to the one time he actually got the opportunity to watch Melinda changing for bed one night. He now remembered just how much he had enjoyed watching her undress that evening in her bedroom.

The Demon actually got a great view of all of Melinda's nude body in its entire splendor, that night as she changed into her nightgown for bed. Now the image of her nude pale white body kept playing out in his warped mind over and over.

Romano saw Melinda's breasts that night, in all their naked glory. Her big breasts looked so pale, almost milky white in color, and they were capped with tiny little pink nipples.

The Demon also remembered thinking that her boobs had some droopiness to them. Maybe her big ole white breast was not as fresh and firm looking, as the other teenage girl's he had the pleasure of torturing in the past; but her body was still very sexy indeed.

Romano was thinking just how good it would be if he could hurt her precious white breasts. He only wished that he could put her big boobs in a rack and torture her prized melons until she screamed out to him for mercy, to stop hurting her breast.

In truth, Romano just wanted to hear Melinda Gordon begging him for mercy. The Demon knew that he would show her none, when she did beg him to stop hurting her. Romano also thought about the rest of her nude body as well.

The Demon had only a brief look at her naked pussy that night but the image of it was still vivid in his warped brain. Her pussy had a thin strip of hair covering her mound, neatly trimmed down the center., The main images of her nude body, and the longest view that Romano had gotten that night, was of her lovely backside and her big fat white ass. The Demon also was curious as to why she seemed to take forever to pull her nightgown up to cover her big ass.

He also thought that he heard her giggle once or twice as she stood there with her bare ass on display to him, while she slowly slipped on her nightgown.

Romano also was sure that Melinda seemed to pause as she pulled up her gown over her big ass, a little longer then needed. He wondered if the bitch knew he was there watching her undressing and she just wanted to tease him with her sexy nude body.

The Demon wondered why she did not sense his presence that night in the room, when he watched her undressing. The fucking Ghost Whisperer slut! Maybe Melinda is just a cock-teasing little bitch after all, he thought.

The images of that night, and of her curvy nude body, kept playing repeatedly in his warped mind.

"I will get her somehow," he thought. "The Ghost Whisperer always had me, with her uncanny ability to get the souls to pass into the light," he thought. "It was starting to strain on me, my constant failures to her. I could see it now in my cold dead eyes, heavy with bags, and my brow lined with worry, and I had no idea how to defeat the Ghost Whisperer just yet."

However, luck rode hand in hand with the unforgiving darkness, and Romano had just spent a long week in the deepest darkest jungles of Africa where he came across an old spell book. It was a very old book with the brown cover crushed and it broke away from the lightest contact of human hands.

The writing in the book was very old and faded. It was also in a language not used by man for centuries. Patience, said the darkness, so Romano studied the old text until he worked the writing out in his head and he learned the ancient ways of the Dream Stalker.

In ancient times, the biggest danger was the feared Dream Stalker; a man, the book said, that could take the dreams of the living and bring them to reality.

Romano read the dreams never ended in death but in a series of joy swiftly moving into unbearable sadness. The Dream Stalker sounded like a man Romano could get to like, and now he had his book and all the knowledge from the text.

The demon studied the book's text religiously, from cover to cover, and learned all the magic from it. Once he learned everything in the old book, he knew the right person to attack with his newfound knowledge: the Ghost Whisperer herself, Melinda Gordon.

Melinda was very tired after a long exhausting day at work, and from the many spirits that approached her during the day in town all wanting her help.

It had been a long day for Melinda Gordon but she was now safe at home and all she wanted to do was to get in her big bed and get some much-needed rest.

She started changing for bed by putting on one of her favorite nightgowns. The gown she put on was one of the most revealing nightgowns that she owned.

The night gown always made her feel very sexy when she wore it to bed, and wearing it normally turned on her husband so much.

That when she wore the sexy gown to bed, it would often lead to a great night in the sack with her hubby.

Melinda was feeling horny as hell at the moment, even though it had been such a long day.

The minute she put on her favorite sexy nightgown, she could feel her tiny nipples hardening through the thin nightgown.

She even begun to giggle while, talking to her own breasts.

"Why it looks like my big boys need some loving attention tonight from my husband."

Melinda looked at her own reflection again in the mirror, and she was very satisfied with the way she looked.

"Oh, god I'm feeling so horny right now and I want my husband to fuck me tonight," she said to herself. "I look like a wanton little slut." Then a wicked little smile came across her face.

Melinda decided to feel up her own breasts, reaching up to cup both of them in her hands. She gave each of her soft fleshly mounds of joy a playful little squeeze.

She continued to play with her tits for a while longer until she felt the dampness in her pussy start to build.

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