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This story was written as Day 31 of Kinktober 2019 for Circuit. Today's theme was "Halloween!", and the story contains bondage, supernatural stretching and sexual acts between a man and two women, all consenting adults. :3

Seeking the Supernatural

"October thirty first, twenty nineteen. It's currently... twenty three hundred hours and forty nine minutes, six seconds. So far, no signs of paranormal activity. EMF detector has registered no disturbances thus far, and there have been no unaccounted for temperature fluctuations. There's just one more corridor of the upper floor to check, then I'm gonna call it. This place is old and spooky as heck, but... haunted? Much as I wanna believe it, the evidence isn't telling me that yet."

Victor turned the video camera around again, away from his face and off down the corridor illuminated by the beam of his head-mounted torch. The fox's tail twitched as he began to advance down the corridor, doing his best to keep his hands spread far apart so that the battery in the camera didn't set the EMF detector off with a false reading, and made his way towards the first doorway on his left. Unlike many on the lower floors of this long abandoned, semi-derelict house, the door was intact and its hinges only a little rusted. It creaked loudly as he opened it, and the fox jumped as he startled several pigeons that had apparently been using what looked like an old bedroom as a roost. Beyond that though, the room was just your standard degree of creepy. Old, cobweb-strewn furniture. Dead spider husks on the floor. Rat droppings, and of course a moth-eaten old mattress upon the bed.

The fox gave the room a cursory inspection, activating the temperature sensor on the multi-purpose device that primarily functioned as his EMF detector in search of cold spots and switching the light of his torch to infra-red in order to capture any non-visible-light-spectrum dwelling entities on film if not by his own eyesight. He peered under the bed, checked a couple of loose floorboards for hidden caches of gold or gemstones, but soon left the room to its prior avian occupants. He sighed, and almost immediately frowned at himself for doing so.

"C'mon... you wanted this. You still want this."

He murmured, mentally reminding himself to edit this and several earlier self-reassuring ramblings out of the final video.

"The skeptic ghost hunter. The non-believer looking for proof. You can be Skully to the whole online ghost-hunting community. I can't let myself get bored with it. I can't let myself start thinking that finding nothing is a foregone conclusion. I want to believe. I really, really want to be-"

At the far end of the corridor, a door swung violently open, crashing loudly against the interior wall of the room to which it led. Victor yelped, and practically jumped out of his skin, but to his relief he didn't flail his arms to the extent where he did something beyond dumb like shutting off the camera or the EMF detector. And, a moment later he was even more intensely glad of that fact as the device in his left arm began to beep loudly, and then to flash with a flickering blue light. His eyes bulged, and he turned the camera on the device as the EMF reading went off the chart, and the temperature in the corridor ahead of him dropped by a full ten degrees centigrade.

"Okay. O-okay... that was... weird, but... the door and the temperature could be a through draught. And, the EMF... w-well... okay, that I can't really explain. A live wire in that room, maybe? But... no, not at this range. Let's go take a look, I guess. Carefully, though."

Slowly, carefully, the fox advanced. He approached the door less out of fear of the supernatural and more worried that some structural flaw in the old house had made the door shift like that, and of course concerned that there was some sort of powerful and randomly fluctuating source of electricity causing the EMF detector to register such a response. He reached the door, peered inside with his torch-light finally casting across the room's interior, and...

"W-what the fuck?"

The fox murmured in awe, his eyes widening as after ruined, dilapidated room after dilapidated room within this large, long abandoned home, he found not just a space in better condition... but in disturbingly perfect condition, like it was still occupied to this very day. At one end of the room a large oak desk bore not one but two seats side by side, and close by it a double bed with an untarnished brass frame and luxurious, frill-trimmed white sheets. An ornate chest of drawers stood by a matching wardrobe with a flawlessly polished mirror, and it was in that mirror's reflection, even before he turned his head and the camera to the other end of the room, that Victor saw what made this already impossible room so vastly, overwhelmingly more bizarre.

On the far side of the room, standing prominently a short distance from the opposite wall, was a rack. Not a rack of the wine or clothing variety, but with wooden handles for turning, and metal chains attached to mechanisms which in turn were affixed to those handles, for stretching, for torturing people.

As soon as he pointed his camera and EMF detector at the rack, the device went haywire once again. The temperature fluctuated wildly up and down. The EMF readings went off the chart, and once again Victor yelped as his torch began to flash back and forth between the visible and infra-red portions of the light spectrum at an impossibly rapid pace. At first he thought it was overloading somehow with whatever electrical interference was clearly present, and very nearly pulled the head-mounted torch away from his face in case it exploded. Before he could do so though, Victor saw something. In the moments as the light flickered back and forth between what he could and couldn't see, he swore that he saw shapes. Two shapes standing either side of the rack, alongside its two sets of handles at the top and bottom. Figures. Dark silhouettes against the blackness that was cast over the room whenever the visible light vanished.

He groaned in confusion. In disbelief. But, above all else, in awe.

"H-holy shit."

He gasped, turning the camera briefly on his own face and staring wide eyed into it.

"I... t-this is... I don't know what this is, but... if feels, it looks like an experience. Like I'm actually seeing evidence of... o-of something I can't explain. Something that doesn't conform to the rules of the world as described by established scientific theory, or my understanding of it. Whatever this turns out to be... i-if this is the kind of stuff other ghost hunters see? I... I understand how they could become believers. But, I can't just leave it at that. I have to see more. All the evidence is pointing me towards that thing over there. That rack. S-so..."

He stepped into the room, the EMF detector beeping and flashing louder and more rapidly still. He walked over to the desk, and carefully, double, then triple checking that it was still running and had plenty of memory left to keep doing so, set the camera down, and the flickering head-torch beside it to face the rack. Then, with EMF detector in one hand and his other outstretched in front of him, Victor began to walk towards the torture device. Towards the two figures he swore he could still see as the light from the torch flickered rapidly behind him.

"I-if there are any beings present here, I come with no ill will. I... I want to meet you. To understand you. To learn about you."

Victor called out into the dark room as he drew closer to the rack.

"If there are any beings present here, please, make yourselves known."

The door to the room slammed shut. Victor howled in fright, and almost bolted towards it. He caught himself though, and after taking a deep, shuddering breath, kept advancing.

"If y-you are friendly... if you want to get to know me, as I want to know you, knock four times."

Four seemed like a good number. Too many to just be a random sound, too few to be a constant dripping or rhythmic creaking.

The sound of what seemed to be knuckles against woodwork rapped out around the room.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Victor almost fell to his knees. Still though he kept approaching the rack, until he was right beside it.

"I hear you. I... I know you're here. Please, show me... g-give me a sign, what do you want from me?"

The chains on the rack rattled. The fox's eyes bulged.

"I... y-you want me to... but... I'm a living creature. My flesh, if that device was used on me, it would break. It would hurt me. I can't."

All of a sudden, the light stopped flickering. The EMF detector fell abruptly silent, and Victor's eyes grew wider still.

"N-no. Wait. Please, I... i-if you promise that no harm will come to me, knock five times. Do that, and... a-and, I'll do as you wish. I'll get on the rack, and put my trust in you."

The lights began to flicker again, to the fox's simultaneous terror and relief. The chains rattled once again, and even as they did so the knocking resumed, more clearly coming from the rack itself this time.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Victor swallowed thickly. He looked back to the camera. He chuckled weakly, and shrugged.

"I... I want to believe. I really, truly do."

He spoke breathlessly, half addressing himself and half whoever he expected to find his corpse in a few months time, or whoever was first to watch the video footage of this after that. Beyond that though there was nothing more to say or do, and thus the fox could only turn back to face the rack, bend over, set the EMF detector down on the floor, then rise back to his full height again... and take the last few steps forward, before lifting himself up onto the rack, and immediately feeling its heavy metal chains starting to wrap the manacles to which they were bound around each of his four limbs.

"O-oh god... I... I trust you..."

Victor whimpered as much to reassure and bolster his own fears as to address whatever spirits were assailing him, pulling him off his feet and lifting him, floating him onto the table itself as the gears within the mechanism of the rack began to turn, the handles started to rotate at the top and bottom of the device, and the manacles now wrapped around his limbs were pulled taut enough for his body to be rendered spread eagled and each of his limbs all but completely incapable of movement. For a few moments after that, after the clanking of chains and the rumbling of wood and metal against one another, all fell silent in the room aside from Victor's heavy breathing and the constant beeping of the EMF detector. The silence lingered, on and on, and after about thirty seconds Victor whimpered once again as he pictured himself not being torn apart by this torture device, but simply left here helpless until he withered away.

He needn't have worried though, because after another minute or so of him lying there quaking in nervous wonder, the spirits made their presence known once again. He yelped as he felt something on his chest, a definite touch, and that same silhouette like shape of a hand in the flickering infra-red and visible light being repeatedly rotated across his features. Victor stared in awe as those ghostly fingers plucked open the first button of his shirt, then a second, and was starting to have visions of a knife floating out from somewhere and plunging into his bare chest when instead he felt another hand upon him further down his body, and groaned in confusion and helpless excitement as his adrenaline filled body was suddenly exposed to the sensation of another cold, spectral hand starting to unfasten his belt, and unbutton the trousers beneath it.

"O-oohhhmygod..."

Victor gasped, arching his back, toes curling as he felt a hand that was both cold and yet intensely tender and soothing in its contact reach into his trousers, and cup his crotch. His currently flaccid but receptive cock. It withdrew just a moment later, but only to begin more rapidly and purposefully stripping him of his lower garments as the hand on his chest pulled his now fully unbuttoned shirt wide open. The fox whined and blushed as he felt the most intense and incredible sensation, but it took him a few moments before he was able to look down and catch sight of it with the flickering light, recognising the shape of a head bowed across his chest, and suddenly realising that he was feeling a cold but wet, rough, pleasant tongue lapping at his nipples. Victor cried out louder still when after his trousers and underwear had been dragged down to around his knees, he felt a similar sensation against his furred testicles, and as under the dual thrall of that sensation his arousal began inevitably to stir, that was of course when entirely devoid of contact from the spirits assailing him, either operated by yet more unseen entities or by a separate will entirely, the rack's wooden handles began to turn, and the metal chains holding each of the fox's limbs already taut to start pulling firmly, insistently, and without mercy upon the male's flesh.

"O-ohhhgod, a-am I... am I really gonna have to show the world this in order to p-prove the existence of the supernatural?"

Victor gasped as he glanced over at his camera, then down at his own swelling, stiffening cock and the ghostly outline of a head nuzzling and lapping at its tender underside. He whined happily as a ghostly hand wrapped around his increasingly hard cock though, and the muzzle rose to lick more exclusively at his tender tip.

"Aa-ahh... god. T-that being said, please... don't stop. D-don't... o-oohhhh..."

His words trailed off into a louder, more urgent groan as he felt his body creaking. He felt himself being stretched. Muscles pulled beyond their limits. Bones, limbs as a whole being dragged out further and further by the activity of the rack beneath him. And yet, to his confusion as he felt his body reacting as though it was being stretched well beyond all natural proportions, there was no pain. No discomfort. His eyes bulged as he realised in fact exactly what was happening to him. Just as he had asked, just as he had requested that the spirits promise... no harm was coming to him, though the actions, the consequences of his presence upon the rack continued to occur regardless.

"More. Please."

He begged, half gasping for more stimulation as the entity around his midriff continued to ever so delicately squeeze and lick at his now fully hardened cock, and half finding himself begging to feel his body pushed further still beyond its limits. Sure enough, the rack's gears began to turn and its chains to stretch his limbs harder, more urgently. He howled at the top of his lungs as he felt his legs and arms stretching beyond any natural means, and as he felt his torso being stretched, pulled both up and down all at once by the pressure on both his sets of limbs, he closed his eyes and almost snorted with laughter amidst his cries as he was suddenly struck by a vision of the Great Gonzo from a particular scene in Muppet Treasure Island. At the same time though, even as his increasingly noodle-like limbs began to be pulled around the upper and lower edges of the rack and he peered down to see the bottom of his open fronted shirt no longer even covering his navel, Victor watched in absolute amazement as not one but two shapes ceased simply touching him with ethereal hands, but scrambled up onto the rack, straddling his body completely.

As the figures crouched fully upon the rack whether a result of their bodies being illuminated by the flickering light more completely or perhaps some sort of proximity to the clearly supernaturally charged object that was the rack itself, their forms grew more distinct in the air. No longer were they just shadowy and vaguely anthro shapes, but now clear, still transparent but somehow visible figures with shape, with fur, with visible details of their faces clear for Victor to see. He stared up in wonder at the vixen, the stark naked vixen straddling his chest, and as she leaned down over him with a smile, a silent giggle, and a caress of his cheeks with her cold but gentle hands, he craned his neck up to kiss her even before she bowed her head to do so herself.

Passionately, joyously the fox made out with the ghostly vixen, before being forced to break the kiss with a strangled, overwhelmed cry of pleasure. He looked down his body, not just past but through the first ghost, to see a second straddling his waist. To see another vixen just as gorgeous and bare bodied as the first holding his cock by its base, and staring up at him with lust and pleasure upon her face as she slowly but surely lowered herself onto his erection. Victor howled in bliss and fantastical glee as he felt her incorporeal pussy becoming corporeal around his cock. He whined and gasped as he felt walls squeezing, and he saw glistening juices dribble down his shaft not produced by his own balls in the slightest. It was cool and wet rather than hot and wet as Victor's past experiences with lovers had primed him to expect, but no less intense and no less incredible. In fact, the sheer uniqueness of the situation propelled Victor to greater heights of pleasure than he had ever known before even as the vixen was only just getting started. He couldn't imagine anything feeling more incredible, more erotic than this. And, of course, that was when as the rack kept on turning and stretching him out ever more impossibly and obscenely, the second of the two victims began to shuffle her way a little further still up his body... and before long he felt a pair of cool, formless thighs squeezing at the sides of his face, and smelled the most delectably erotic smells as the second spectral vixen lowered her pussy down over his muzzle.

"Mnnh... mmnnngghhhh!"

The fox gurgled in increasing pleasure of his own as he began to eat out the ephemeral pussy above him while the other vixen's body began to bounce and hump rather more vigorously upon his cock. His toes curled as his feet and hands began to be twisted, mangled and yet totally harmlessly wrapped up in the rack's mechanisms, before long the entire device unable to stretch him any more as the manacles hit the points at which the chains to which they were attached were entirely wrapped around. Alongside the pleasure of the two women riding him he could still feel his body creaking, groaning, pulled many, many, many times beyond its limit, but somehow resisting any pain that should realistically have been present, and indeed the outright mortality that would certainly have befallen him had reality have asserted itself and let his stretched body simply tear itself apart. He felt all that intensity without any of the pain, and when combined with the bliss of what the vixens were doing to him, it was perhaps little wonder that he felt his balls beginning to ache and tighten, and his cock straining and throbbing ever more urgently within the transparent form of the pussy milking it and bouncing so wildly up and down upon it.

"Nnnnhmnhhghhh..."

Victor gasped through the spectral pussy dribbling increasingly copious amounts of sweet, glistening arousal into and over his panting muzzle, trying to warn the ladies of his impending release, perhaps to suggest the one riding his pussy slow her efforts so that he could bring them to their own release before achieving his. They seemed utterly uninterested in allowing him a chance to have his say, or have any control over what was happening though. They just kept on grinding and bucking ever more urgently and blissfully against him, and of course from his currently bound, stretched and sat upon position on the rack, there was nothing the fox could do but accept that fact, and revel in it.

"Mnnhhgggghhhaahhhh!!"

He gurgled ever more desperately, writhing, wriggling his stretched out torso in the only motion he was really capable of, while still darting his tongue up and into the incredible ghostly vixen sitting astride him, able to feel his tongue lashing over the nub of her clit before diving into her pussy itself and exploring as deep as it could reach, though his eyes told him there was no truly tangible form looming over him into which he could be working any part of himself. Regardless of the supposed truth told by his eyes though, they bulged as just a few seconds later he felt spectral hands grasping tight at his headfur and ears, and a sudden torrent of juices sprayed out over his face in no fewer than five sharp, gloriously intense bursts while the form resting over him and around his still outstretched tongue began to writhe, quiver and convulse.

Mere moments after that, even as the fox's body was on the verge of its own release simply from the amazement and arousal of feeling his oral efforts against the first vixen bear sweet, orgasmic fruit, Victor yelped up into that still spasming, gushing ghostly pussy. He howled as without warning the wild, urgent bouncing of the second vixen upon his cock erupted into an orgasm of her own. More juices cascaded down over the fur of his crotch as her inner walls clamped down and began to milk him in an urgent rhythm. Even if Victor hadn't been on the brink of cumming already, even if he had been miles away, the vixen's pussy squeezing and milking his as she squirted and came intensely hard herself would have gotten him there. His back arched. His muzzle wailed mindlessly and savagely beneath the still spraying, quaking depths of his other incorporeal partner, and as he stared through both the women with glazed, heavy lidded eyes, Victor yelped as despite feeling the vixen still milking and riding him through their now shared peak, he watched as his cum began to spurt high up into the air in copious thick, glistening ropes, and to rain down over his own thighs, belly and chest, not to mention the rest of the wooden rack around him. He came not into but through the intangible ghost fucking him, and it was as he watched himself and the near totally transparent but somehow still visible vixens writhing and shuddering and cumming together, that he noticed the expressions on both the ghosts faces.

They were in ecstasy. Enraptured, silently screaming, tossing their heads back and howling to the heavens as they came. And yet, as the vixen riding his cock looked down and saw his cum shooting through her, spraying over and past her body rather than into it, even in the throes of her ongoing orgasm he saw her eyes bulge, and bliss turn to further desperation upon her features.

He saw her look down at him. He saw her look at her companion, and watched as her muzzle moved in words he could not hear, but which drew an immediate response from the other vixen.

The woman straddling his face grabbed his hair even tighter as her orgasm began to wane, and after waiting another ten seconds or so for Victor's peak to do the same and his eyes to slide back into focus, she regarded him with a frenzied, hungry expression. She mouthed a word. Just a single word to the fox, and even as she did so he knew precisely what she was asking for. What they were both expecting of him as her pussy began to grind down against his muzzle all over again, and regardless of how recently they'd both just cum, Victor felt the other vixen starting to ride his cock with the same, near uninterrupted vigour as before.

"Again."

That was what she asked, what she begged, what she and her companion demanded of Victor as he lay there immobile, helpless, impossibly stretched out and at the mercy of those two ghosts.

And by some miracle, perhaps the same miracle that was keeping him from death even as his body was stretched and held so tortuously upon the rack, Victor found himself able to oblige. There was no pain as the vixen started to ride his cock anew. No discomfort or over-stimulation. Once more, no harm came to him from the ghosts desperate actions. And thus with his camera still rolling and hopefully capturing some of this footage in the flickering light, with the EMF detector still wailing all but forgotten on the floor close by, Victor continued to keep his promise to the two ghosts.

He would trust them. He would believe in them, and give them what it was that they so clearly needed from him.

And in return...

Victor's brow furrowed even amidst his pleasure as he considered that. In return, what? Was he really going to show this footage to the world? Was he really going to use these two incredible women to further his own ambitions, by broadcasting their most intimate, otherworldly actions for all to see?

No.

No, he wasn't going to show that footage to anyone.

Not just because knowing the truth, finding belief for himself was enough for Victor, despite what all his years of critical thinking and scepticism should have taught him. But also because right now, in that very moment, he couldn't imagine leaving this place. He couldn't imagine being let go and abandoning this incredible place, while these ghosts were still here seeking company, seeking companionship, ecstasy, satisfaction of their very own.

They needed him.

These two spirits, these ghosts needed him far, far more than any person back in the living world needed his theories or understanding of the supernatural.

In his presence, they were seeking what they had needed for longer than Victor could possibly understand. And in their presence, Victor had found his purpose.

Not to seek the supernatural.

Not to expose it.

But rather, to assist it, in whatever blissful and seemingly endless manner he could.

By Jeeves

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