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A Trilogy of Erotic Terror	By : Lennox Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 12213 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Simpsons. The characters are the property of 20th Century Fox and I am not associated with the owners of the show. This story is a work of fan-fiction, was written for entertainment purposes, and is not intended for profit.

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Lisa's Night
The door slammed itself shut as soon as Lisa stepped through it. The girl jumped, and she immediately spun around. The light from her flashlight fell upon a solid wall. There was no evidence that a door had ever been there. Lisa placed the end of her torch into her mouth and ran her hands across the wall. She felt nothing; no knob, no handle, not even a crack. The door had vanished.
“ALLISON?” Lisa yelled at the wall, taking the torch from her mouth. “ALLISON, CAN YOU HEAR ME?”. Lisa pressed her ear to the wall. She heard nothing and started pounding her fist against the vertical surface.
“ALLISON!!!” she cried again. There was no response from the young brunette. If Allison was still on the other side, she couldn’t hear her. Lisa turned back around to inspect her new surroundings. Save for her torch and a single window; the room was covered in darkness. The moonlight from the clear night sky illuminated a small patch on the floor through the window. Lisa felt herself trembling as she scanned the room with the flashlight. She had to find a way back to Allison and rescue Jessica. Her flashlight fell upon a single wooden chair. It stood in the center of the room, alone and with no other furniture. Lisa could feel her heart pounding as she cautiously explored her new surroundings. She hadn’t moved; she stayed by the wall. But Lisa heard a small thud and jerked the light back to the chair. It was now lying on the floor. Lisa’s brain reached a horrifying conclusion; she wasn’t alone. Another person was hiding in the dark. Lisa felt someone move behind her and she quickly spun around. The circle of light from her torch traveled over the walls as she desperately tried to find this person.
“If this is some kind of prank,” she called out into the darkness, “it’s… it’s not funny. Just show yourself.” Lisa waited and searched for any sign of life around her. Whoever this person was, he or she kept themselves hidden. Somehow they had avoided the torch as Lisa was sure she’d swept every inch of the room, from top to bottom. She looked back at the chair. It was back to the right-side-up, but spinning perfectly on one leg by an unseen force. Lisa was getting really scared, and she decided just to get out of the room. She put the flashlight in her mouth and grabbed the chair by its legs mid-spin. Lisa carried it to the window. She would break the glass, climb out into the yard, and make her way back to the front of the house to meet Allison. But as Lisa lifted the chair and started to swing, she felt it being pulled from her grasp. Lisa spun around and grabbed the torch from between her teeth. She franticly searched the darkness for the chair. She swept every part of the room with her torch but could find no trace of it anywhere. Lisa felt something cold wrap around her leg. She had just enough time to shine the light on her foot and see nothing before her leg was pulled from underneath her, and she fell to the floor.
“Whaaaaaa….” Lisa cried as she fell. The torch was dropped from her grasp and landed beside her. Lisa reached out to grab it, but her body was pulled away as her fingertips slid over the metal tube. Lisa felt cold hands on her legs, two sets of four fingers rubbing and sliding over her yellow skin. She franticly began kicking the air to try and escape the unseen person’s grasp, but she found it to be incredibly strong. Her legs were pinned to the floor, and Lisa watched in horror as her attacker came into view. He began to take shape in front of her, a ghostly figure that simply faded into existence. His hands held her legs firmly against the floor. Lisa caught his transparent face smiling at her before she was rolled over. The strange figure had two eyes, a nose, and a mouth, nothing distinctive at all. His hands began to wander down the sides of her stomach. Even through the fabric of her dress, she could feel his chilling touch as if it were on bare skin. The ghost’s fingers ran down her back and over her ass. Lisa started to feel colder, but not from his touch. It felt more as if… as if clothes were being removed. She looked behind her and, sure enough, the ghostly man had lifted her red dress. The spiked hem lay on her lower back, scrunched and out of the way. His hands then turned to her underpants. His palms lay cupped over her panty-clad ass, squeezing her cheeks gently in his grasp.
“Please, don’t do this,” Lisa whimpered. The ghost either didn’t hear her or chose to ignore her. His fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties, and he slowly slid them down her legs. Lisa wanted to fight back, but she felt herself powerless against the supernatural being. Lisa was still relatively new to the idea of sex, as she had only been dating and exploring with Allison and Jessica for a couple of months. In that time, Lisa had found herself on the receiving end of Jessica’s strap-on. he had surrendered hymen to the reverend’s daughter, shortly before Allison lost hers right beside her. And as the transparent yet solid shaft formed between the ghosts’ legs, Lisa found herself wondering if it would be any different.
Lisa was on her stomach, dress rolled up and panties tossed aside. The ghost shifted himself on top of her. His shaft felt cold against her body, eerily cold. Lisa remembered how she felt after Jessica had started to fuck her. The ghost reached under Lisa’s head and gripped the girl’s chin. With one quick and solid thrust, Lisa felt the icy spire fill her young depths. Her pussy was forced apart for the ghostly cock. He didn’t let her relax around him or get used to his length, not like Jessica. He started to fuck her straight away. He was going too hard and too fast, seemingly not caring for Lisa’s comfort. Tears began to form in her eyes. Her arms were moved and pinned against her back. Each thrust sent that eerie and familiar chill throughout her body. Lisa had no choice but to lie on the floor as her body was forced to accept his dick.
Lisa found the pain becoming more bearable as the minutes ticked by. She was starting to find some small amounts of pleasure in this heinous act, despite the icy chills within her cunt. After another minute, the pain had dulled entirely away. Lisa’s tears had dried up, and her look of discomfort had turned into one of enjoyment and pleasure. Each thrust brought the ghost closer and closer to the edge, and each thrust brought a new chill and a new wave of pleasure to her body.
“Ohhh, yes. Come on. Do me hard, spirit boy,” Lisa was finally starting to enjoy it as the ghost pulled out from her cunt. He rolled her over onto his back before forcing himself right back in. He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his ghostly figure. His lips met hers, and Lisa’s mouth was greeted with an icy kiss. She didn’t care how cold it felt, but the chill seemed to make it more exciting and enjoyable. His hips were now almost a blur as he fucked her faster and faster. But a sudden thought struck Lisa’s mind. Could ghost’s cum? But before she could think, the spirit hilted himself inside her pussy. Lisa felt something erupt inside her, flooding her insides with the icy feeling. Was this cum? Or maybe it was some sort of ectoplasm? Regardless, Lisa couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling that it brought. he spirit lay on top of Lisa, still buried within her, as he whispered into her ear.
“Take me with you,” he muttered. Lisa looked at him as he started to vanish. His body disappeared, but she could still feel him inside her pussy. His ghostly form seemed to break apart into millions of tiny particles. Lisa watched with wonder as the pieces started to spin in a vortex between her legs. She kept them spread as the whirlpool seemed to vanish inside her depths. Lisa was once again alone in the dark room. She reached for the flashlight and quickly found her panties, placed neatly on the seat of the chair. Lisa felt the icy chill of the ghost living inside her as she pulled them up her legs. She gently patted her stomach.
“I can’t wait to show you to my girlfriends,” Lisa whispered. She picked up the chair by its legs and swung the seat against the window. The glass shattered effortlessly within its frame. Lisa used one of the legs to break away the jagged edges. Large chunks of glass cracked and broke beneath her shoes as she climbed outside. With her flashlight in hand, Lisa started making her way back to the front door to meet up with Allison.
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