Kumbartha

A Yiffy haunting

A ghost story filled with paedophilic, murderous and necrophilic lust

Just to warn you: This story contains the raping of five underage boys by a supernatural spirit. It also contains murder and even necrophilic scenes. It also contains rape by a plush and some bad taste humour. If you keep reading don't blame the author, just blame your own curiosity. Have fun though!

"I thought you would never come, Stevie! "

The voice belonged to Maverick, the elementary schools number one sports miracle and also number one bully. Though the same age as Stevie - 7 years - he was almost a head taller and already strong in the chest and arms. It's obvious he's more the sports than the smarts guy. Maverick - mostly called Mav - was a burly sportily built hyena guy with dark grey fur. He wore his usual t-shirt and short legged jeans.

The hyena guy had his hands on his hips and smirked with his huge teeth at the smaller yellowish tiger boy before him.

Stevie was more the normal kind of school guy, a bit smaller than he should be at his age. Not chubby but also not sporty like Mav. He wore a too long black shirt with a stylised lion it and some comfortable jeans. The young tiger boy looked up at the hyena and grunted. Though his body shivered he tried to appear brave.

"I .. am not scared of our bet!"

The hyena crossed his arms.

"Well."

"And... you swear to not bully me anymore if I go into that house?" the tiger looked at him.

Mav slowly nodded.

"I swear. I will leave you alone, maybe even help you, wimp!" he snickered and cackled a bit.

"Stop calling me that!" Stevie looked stern at Mav and the hyena cocked one eyebrow.

"Okay okay. Well chap, let's see how brave you really are!"

Mav crossed the road and looked behind him for Stevie. The tiger boy followed him but he was obviously scared. The hyena boy smirked and thought to himself. "I am nearly impressed. He really tries to show how brave he is! Maybe he's not so wimpy after all!"

Together they walked along the street until they came across a side road and went up a hill with pines. The moon broke through the clouds and then they could see an old Victorian house with its eye like windows and wasted garden surrounding it. Then Stevie could see them: Three more boys from his class stood at the gate in front of the house. It was Blue the lion boy, Zeke the wolf and Peter the dog boy. As Mav and Stevie came up the hill they looked up and smiled at the duo.

"Wow Stevie. You have balls it seems!" Blue said and Zeke grunted and laughed a bit.

"Come over and I let you lick them!" Stevie replied. Blue took a few steps closer but Mav put a hand on his chest.

"Stop it Blue, you started the attack!"

The lion sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Okay. But why are you doing this. He's so small and will..."

Mav looked at him again.

"Blue, I am sure he will be bigger than you one day! Let's judge him after he stayed in that house during the night!"

Stevie swallowed and Blue nodded. Then they walked closer to the house and all of them felt a chill run down their spines. Some showed it more than others. Finally they stood in the front of the house. Stevie could tell that Blue and Zeke were also shivering a bit but trying not to show it.

"You know the story about this house?" Peter asked and Stevie shook his head. Stevie had never heard the story behind the house. His family moved into this small town just two weeks ago and that is another reason why he tried to show his bravery, being the new one in school is always hard. The dog grinned and cleared his throat.

"This is Pine Hill house. It is said to have been haunted for centuries. The people wonder what lingers this place. Why..." Mav interrupts him.

"Peter..."

"Sorry. Well... 25 years ago a man bought this house. And this man was really evil. Stories got around that he had a special sexual taste for little boys from the neighbourhood. He was a paedophile and he touched the little boys on their privates and butts. Then he lay in bed with them and stuffed his dick into their butts. He murdered them and kept the corpses to keep stuffing his dick into their butts until they started to smell. So he buried them in the house's basement. 22 boys were found there. Boys... like us!"

Stevie swallowed.

"What happened to that man?"

Peter smirked.

"Oh he was found guilty and executed. But it is said he still haunts this place and that he is waiting for little boys like you and me to play dirty games with them!"

The tiger boy nodded.

"And what do we do now?"

"We go in there. Then we make sure you stay in one room for one hour while we go back outside and then.. if you are really brave and don't wet yourself you may become one of us hehe!"

He can feel his knees grow wobbly but he wanted to be welcome in the new school.

"Le.. let's go!"

Peter grinned and opened the creaky wooden door. They stepped into the long dusty hallway. All of them had a torch with them and they switched them on. On one side a staircase lead up to the first floor. Behind the stairs there were two more doors leading into some more rooms. Slowly they walked up the stairs. With each step the staircase creaked and moaned to the weight of the small cubs. They surely had no idea that their presence woke some very evil powers that waited in the house for a chance like this.

Stevie felt nervous as they walked further up and then they walked down another hallway.

They looked at the slightly torn wallpaper.

Thump!

The little group spun around after they heard that loud noise.

"What was that?" said Timmy.

"Hey. Is Stevie the one taking the ritual or you?" said Mav and Zeke nodded quickly.

Stevie had to smile about this. Surely he was scared too but knowing that the others seem to feel the same soothed his mind somehow.

"Maybe it just was a bird or something that came loose a while ago finally dropped to the floor!" said Peter.

It dawned on Stevie that while Mav was the sporty one, Zeke seemed to be the nervous follower, and Peter for sure was the one who always knew better than anyone else. He just still had no idea about Blue.

Thump!

They all stirred.

"Was that another.. something too?" said Zeke.

"This is an old house. What do you expect?" said Peter.

"An even older butler with tasty sandwiches!" Blue said cocky and they all looked at him. Then they all had to laugh. Now Stevie was sure that Blue was the comedian of the small group and it was welcoming to him.

Finally they came into a larger room that once must have been the living room. They saw a big couch and some dust covered pictures on the wall. Stevie felt a cold chill again run down his spine and swallowed again.

"What's up Stevie? Chicken?" said Mav and grinned.

"No.. I am not... not scared!"

The hyena boy nodded and flexed his burly pectorals under the shirt a bit; suddenly Stevie had the question running through his mind, that the perverted guy would have loved to touch a strong built cub like Maverick. The young tiger shook that strange question away.

"So we will go back down and in hour we will come back and look for you. That means, if you stay up here for that long, If you cannot stand the .. spookiness of this place just come down. We will wait in front of the house and make fun at you!"

"I will stay up here that whole hour. And even longer!" Stevie said with a strong voice.

Blue and Peter laughed a bit at that and Mav nodded again.

"Okay. Let's go down!"

SLAM!

"What was that again?" asked Zeke.

"I take it that was the front door!" said Peter.

Then they all heard a strange noise.

"Mmmmrrrrrwaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" it sounded strange but Stevie thought that he once heard a similar sound from his parents' bedroom at night.

"That wasn't the front door!" huffed Zeke.

Suddenly Peter was lifted up in the air and he started to kick hard. Zeke stood beside him and took a few steps backwards. He shuddered and aimed his bulb light right on Peter who struggled more.

"Aaaah! Help!"

A very strange sounding moan was heard and then they all gasped as Peter's shirt was lifted, revealing his lean tummy and slightly burly pectorals. In panic he tried to grab for his shirt and push it back down again. But whatever had him was stronger. The dog boy kicked more and more, starting to sweat a bit, he was still soaring in the air as he tried to get away from whatever had him. Again there was a strange moaning sound and then Peter could feel something grope up his tummy. The others could see something that looked like fingers move up over his fur toward his chest. Peter panted at the feeling.

"No! Please!"

There was again a ghostly moan and then the dog gasped out as his nipples were grabbed by invisible cold fingers and slowly pulled on.

"AAAAaa!"

Slowly the ghostly fingers started to pump the erect nipples. It looked strange how the invisible hands toyed on those nubs. They could see the shape of the fingertips on those nipples. Then they slowly started to twist them left and then right and Peter moaned harder.

"Hel.. Help me."

"Oh god there is really a ghost in here!" Stevie gasped out.

The ghost's hands kept on toying with his nipples then they even started to grab and grope the poor boys pectorals like they were a woman's breast. And then the twisting on his nipples suddenly became faster and faster.

"Please. Let me go Mr Ghost!"

But the ghost seem to not care about Peter's whimpers instead there was sudden feeling that someone was licking over his neck fur and throat, up and down.

"Aaaa aaaah!"

The sound of smacking and sucking was heard and the shape of a mouth and tongue moving over Peter's throat could be seen. The throat slightly bulged out as if something was sucking hard at it. Peter whimpered and he felt tears coming to his eyes. As the feeling got stronger he felt something pull on his pants and slowly reveal his round nice bubble butt.

While his butt became visible a very dirty joyful moan filled his ears. Suddenly they saw Peter hold still and stop to struggle. Just a moment later the little group saw how the pucker of the dog boy opened up and gave view to the darkness inside of the tunnel. A loud slurping sound was heard and also a loud moan. The round hole grew wider and wider. Peter lifted back his head and screamed.

"Aaaaaaaargh!"

The sphincter spread wider and wider and inside they could see the outline of something like a huge invisible dick sliding in, the wetness of the ass made the ghost's cock a bit visible. It seemed to start pumping back and forth as the sphincter widened and closed itself together again then growing wide again, and Peter was slowly being rocked back and forth in the air. A loud perverted moan could be heard as Peter started to gasp and sob.

Tears started to roll down his cheeks as he felt his nipples still been pulled on and twisted while his tail hole was spread incredibly wide. With loud smacking sounds his hole kept on being stretched and then closing again, obviously the ghost was having his way with him. The poor little dog started to cry more and more and screamed and panted from the pain from time to time as the huge ghostly dick rammed into him deep and brutally. His hole was gaping wide open. Maybe 5 inches or more. Sweat from his ass ran down the ghostly dick, showing the other boys the shape of that huge dick.

"Oh dear... Peter!" Zeke whimpers as he watched his friend being taken harder and harder. His friends nipples pulled and twisted madly, his pectorals played on and his ass rammed over and over again hard and brutal. As he screamed he suddenly gasped, his mouth agape, though it looks like he would prefer to close it. Then they see a bulge rub up and down his left cheek. The ghost was french kissing him hard and lewd.

"Ooorgh Oooo!" the little dog moaned and grunted out loud.

The slapping of ghostly balls against his ass could be heard as his hole was pumped faster and faster and his body shook more and more. The ghost's tongue wormed around in his mouth as salvia flies from the corners of his mouth, then his head tilted backward and a bulge slid up and down his throat while he gurgled. The kids can't do anything but stare as Peter is molested by the evil ghost. The thrusts grow harder and harder and Peter keeps on sobbing while he feels that ghost's tongue deep in his throat.

Slowly he felt himself passing out from the brutality of the rape. His eyes grew slowly grow blank as his body is kept rocking back and forth in the air. Finally he gives a final gasp and his arms fall down, dangling in the air and his legs stop kicking. The fact that Peter had passed out didn't stop the ghost's lust. It even quickened his thrusts into the cub's ass. The slurps of the dick going in the cub ass suddenly much faster and then they heard a strange loud moan and then a plopping sound. They could now see the sweat coated outline of an almost two and a half foot long dick that seemed to float in the air.

Peter's lifeless body was tossed aside and landed on the ground, ass facing up. The asshole still wide open, permanently stretched like that. Zeke shivered, tears coming to his eyes, as he could tell Peter was dead. That paedophile ghost had raped him to death.

"muaaaaa. Whoooo isssss neeeexxxxxttt?" They heard a dark voice and the boys screamed in unison.

It was already too late for Zeke who felt two hands slip under his shirt and move up to his chest. He gasped and looked down.

"No. Not me!"

"Mmmmmm!"

"Aaaaaah!" Zeke whined out in pain as the ghost hands grabbed his nipples and pulled them around hard - left and right- left and right. The other three screamed and ran out of the room, leaving Zeke behind to meet his fate. The wolf boy wiggled and tried to grab for the hands to pull them off his nipples.

"No Mr. Please. Let my nipples go! It hurts!"

The ghost wouldn't stop. It kept on going twisting and playing with his nipples. Pulling and twisting on them hard making them snap a bit like they were made of rubber. The wolf boy gasped at the pain but yet somehow this felt good. Through all the hard tugs the ghost also sometimes pinched those nipples very gently that made Zeke meep a bit. Sweat started to coat his barely built pectorals as those hands kept on teasing his body. Then one of the hands left his nipple and rubbed over his chubby tummy, gently stroking his fur.

"I beg you Mr... Ghost. Don't kill me!"

The cold ghost hand slipped into his shorts and then he felt the cold grip around his fuzzy round balls and they slowly start to roll them around.

"Ooooooh."

The young wolf gritted his teeth and whimpered as he felt his balls being squeezed and rolled around hard. Then he gasped as that ghost hand pulled on his scrotum. And it pulled hard now.

"ARGH my balls. Get your hands off them!"

He heard a dirty snicker and then his balls got slapped hard

"Ouch!"

Tears coming to his eyes as the ghost's hands kept on twisting his poor abused nipples and pulled on his scrotum again, grabbing those balls hard. While the wolf kept on whimpering and struggling a bit his pants were pulled down gently to reveal his cyan/white cubby butt and his tail gently lifted up. Zeke knew what will come now and tried to ready his mind for it. He looked over and saw the body of Peter, still lying on the ground with that still sticky gaping tail hole and he knew for sure he would die the same way.

"Ple.. please end it quick!"

"Nooooo waaaaay!" the ghost replied whispering into his ear.

The pain was incredible as he felt that chilling cold member slip slowly into his tight virgin butt. Inch after inch slid into his anus, widening it quite beyond its limit. Tears ran down his cheeks as he tries not to scream out. It seemed to last forever. The ghost took his time to slip his entire dick into that tight cute cub. His balls kept on being rolling around in his pants and each of his nipples where pinched from time to time. Finally he felt the dick stop and slide back out and then back in. The ghost slowly started a nice slow rhythm, pumping the poor little wolf's wide open hole.

"AAArgh Ngaaah!"

The hands stroked his body nicely, almost soothing. Up over his chest and neck and down to his crotch to play a bit with his small soft cock, flipping it playfully around. Suddenly the thrusts became much harder and faster. Zeke knew it was a ghost taking him but he could feel each vein and curve of that dick in his butt, going back and forth hard, hitting his prostate. He could see stars before his eyes and even though it was painful, the hitting of his prostate made him feel funny, almost enjoyable. But the next thrust was so hard and brutal that his mind returned and he started to kick which made the ghost screw him even harder. Loud smacking noises were heard as his ass was rammed brutally, then he was pushed to the ground and his left cheek rubbed over the dusty floor while that evil cock slammed into him.

He sobbed and felt himself rocked hard over the ground. Perverted grunts and moans all around him as his asshole widened and contracted again the ghostly dick really banging him with no mercy. Tears streaming down his face as he knew he wouldn't escape this. The little slightly chubby blue/white wolf gasped as the ghostly hands played on his nipples again. Those evil hands grabbed his chubby pectorals and squeezed them a bit.

"Ah Ah Ah! Ah! Ah!" he panted with each hard thrust slamming deep into him. Then he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head while he kept being rocked hard by the ghost and then saw a rope pulled from the curtain and "snake" over to him. It gently slid under his neck and the wolf boy whimpered. Slowly the rope coiled around his neck, rubbing almost kind of sexily against his neck.

"Why?" Zeke whimpered and the rope was yanked hard tightening down on his neck, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"Ak hack ack!" he gagged and pulled at the rope, trying to get it off. Desperately he started to kick but it just resulted into his ass being pounded even harder by that murderous ghost. It didn't stop twisting and pulling his nipples passionately. His little balls swaying back and forth as he was molested that roughly. The rope kept pulling and tightening as Zeke's gargling became slowly weaker.

Tears soaked the ground and his face, as he felt his life leaving him. He shuddered a few times and then grew silent. The ghost stopped rocking him. The rope was pulled on for a bit longer to make sure he was dead and then finally released. The chubby blue white wolf lay there on the ground, the same position as Peter a few feet away. His ass wide open, tongue hanging out of his mouth. All was silent... Deadly silent until there was a loud slurping round and Zeke's hole opened a bit wider and the little wolf corpse started to be rocked back and forth again with slapping sounds. The ghost obviously wasn't done with his nice ass and wanted to satisfy his necrophilic lust on him.

Stevie, Blue and Maverick were as silent as possible. They had run down the hallway and hid together in a closet. Stevie could smell the fright of the lion and the hyena boy.

"We shouldn't have left Zeke behind!" Blue said silently.

Maverick gritted his teeth.

"What should we have done? Face the ghost and end up the same? Fuck. He was my best pal!"

Stevie thought he could see tears dwelling in the eyes of the all time big mouthed and strong hyena bully. The hyena boy sniffed a bit and then tried to calm down.

"Okay.. Okay... we really need to get out of this house!"

"And how so?" asked Stevie.

"Maybe over the ceiling?" Blue threw in.

"Na, we need to get down the stairs! I am sure the ceiling will brake under our weight!"

"The stairs are on the other side of the hallway... We'd have to get past the living room!" Blue shivered.

Maverick put a finger on his lips and nodded at them to follow him. As silently as possible he opened the closet door and they sneaked down the hallway. They moved as slowly as possible to not cause any sound on the wooden floor. As they got closer to the living room they heard smacking and slurping sounds. Stevie gulped and tears coming to his eyes. He was so scared. They shouldn't have come here. The hyena turned around and looked at the small tiger, his eyes warning him to make no sound. Slowly the tiger nodded and they sneaked further. When they reached the living room they ducked into the shadows and Blue bit his lower lip trying to not make a sound.

What they saw was gruesome: The corpse of Zeke lay on the ground, his tongue hanging out of his maw, eyes all lifeless and blank. His ass pointed upward and right at the trio. They could see deep into the tunnel of the wolf boy and they saw it was open quite wide. And worse... it was still being worked on. The sphincter widened and contracted slowly as the cooling down corpse was enjoyed by the evil spirit. Maverick stared at the show with wide open eyes, tears running down his cheeks as he saw his best pal being molested even in death like this. Finally they passed the door and they walked further towards the stairs.

"It's still is fucking him. Even though he is already dead! Dear god!" Maverick whimpered out finally as silent as possible. Stevie put a paw on his shoulder. The hyena sobbed a bit and then nodded.

"Let's go!" he said and stepped onto the first step of the staircase. A loud creak came from the step. Maverick froze where he stood and Blue and Stevie stared down the hallway. The rhythmic smacking had stopped.

"You think ...it... heard us?" Blue asked.

A loud slurp was heard and then the sound of a body falling on the ground. Soon after, heavy steps came down the hallway.

Whump whump whump!

"Down down DOWN!" Stevie screamed and they stormed down the stairs while they heard the steps coming closer and closer. Dust falling from the ceiling as the "thing" followed them. They stumbled over to the front door and Maverick grabbed for the doorknob twisting it like mad.

"Open up! Open UP!"

But the door wouldn't move and the sound of steps came down the stairs. Twisting the doorknob like mad it dawned on Maverick that the door would not open.

"Shit!" He turned around and then he pushed Blue and Stevie quite harsh away from the door.

"Hey!" Stevie protested.

"Over there. There must be a door leading down into the basement. Maybe there is another door leading out." The hyena panted out. They ran over to the other side of the grand room where there were two doors. Blue yanked open the right one and was lucky... stairs lead down into the darkness.

"Are you sure... Blue started but Maverick pushed him hard. Stevie was grabbed to and yanked into the tight staircase.

"Get down!" The burly hyena snapped.

Before Stevie could say anything Maverick closed the door and hold it closed.

"What the? Maaaav!" Blue screamed.

"Shut up and get down!" Mav replied through the door.

"But what about you?" Blue hit the door in panic.

"I will try to give you time. When he is busy with me you two will escape!"

"What?" Stevie shot up.

Maverick grunted and heard footsteps come closer.

"Stevie. I am sorry I bullied you. You sure are brave. And now get Blue the fuck out of here. I will kick that ghost's balls for what he did to Zeke ... and Peter!"

Blue and Stevie looked at each other and then Maverick heard them run down the stairs. Then he turned around and flexed his strong pectorals and walked toward those steps.

"Come here you pervert. You raped Peter and Zeke. I will get you for that. Zeke was my best pal. I really liked him! And you.. you just... FUCKED the shit out of him!"

He lifted his arms and got ready to punch the ghost. Though he should know it won't work. A dirty groan came from right before him.

"Mmmmmmm.... Biiiggmouuuth and strrroooong. Yooou arrre aaaa bravvve onnee huuuh?"

"Ye... yes. You will not get Blue and Stevie. You will have to go through me first!"

"Mmmm myyyy pleeeasurre. Yooou havve aaa nice booody!"

Maverick felt his wrists grabbed and held hard. He flexed his biceps and grunted.

"Take your hands off me!"

His arms got yanked up in the air and then he was lifted up off the ground. He started to kick hard and hoped to hit something but all he got was chuckles.

"You child molester!" Maverick grunted and protested.

Then he felt a cold hand slip into the back of his pants and that ghost hand grabbed his left butt cheek hard and squeezed it, feeling those muscles there that Maverick got already from the lot of running and training. He heard a perverted admiring moan in his left ear. The squeezing and groping grew stronger on his butt, almost gentle and caring.

"Oooooo!" Maverick moaned out and bit his lower lip.

"MMmmmm yyyyooou liiikeee thiiisssss liiitttle muuussscccle hyenaaa?"

Maverick grunted as something that must be a finger probed and toyed with his pucker, sending shivers up his spine.

"Nnnngh. Oooo! Do you care if I do?"

There was no answer. But the rubbing and squeezing on his butt continued and his hole was rubbed more.

"Aaaaah!" he moaned out as the ghost finger rubbed his pucker nicely. Just as he gasped he felt something press on his black moistened lips and something big flat and wet slid into his mouth and throat.

"Ack!" the hyena boy grunted out as he felt the thing slide down his gullet and something also pressing and chewing on his lips. Somehow he knew that the Ghost was giving him something his older brother called a "tongue kiss". He whimpered a bit but let the ghost slip his tongue even deeper into him, his slightly muscular neck bulging out around the shape of a tongue in his throat. The young hyena wiggled again and the muscles in his legs and belly flexed. Suddenly he felt a second hand rub over his slightly showing six-pack and felt it playing a bit with his naval.

"yoooou aaaarrree seeexyyy!"

Maverick didn't answer for he had a huge ghost tongue in his maw but he tried not to cry or whimper, he didn't want to give the ghost the satisfaction. However, it seemed like this ghost had no real desire to hear him scream or not. It just kept playing with him. That terrible tongue slowly thrusting back and forth in his gullet and he could barely breath because of it.

"Uuurgh ooorgh!"

Over and over that invisible tongue slurped and pressed down his throat, Deeper and deeper as the strong hyena boy shuddered. He felt salvia running down his gullet and it felt cold. The poor young boy could do nothing but whimper at it and then he felt those ghost hands leave his butt and instead slip under his shirt. A grunt escaped Maverick as he felt that evil spirit rub over his abs, following each curve of his washboard tummy. He panted harder. Not sure if he liked this or not but it felt surprisingly nice. Something in him seemed to like this touching. The grabbing hands slid further up and he panted harder.

Suddenly he felt the tongue leave his gullet with a loud wet slurp and he was yanked up in the air and pressed against the wall, his arms spread wide. He desperately tried to gasp for air as something really heavy pressed against him. Then those ghostly hands started to slowly pinch at his nipples. He could see them being pulled on in his shirt. And then they got slowly twisted around.

"Ow ow ow... Ooo!"

He remembered how often he had done that to other boys in school. Never would he have expected it to be so painful, yet it sends another feeling other than pain through his body and he felt his nipples grow hard like they usually only do when it is cold outside. Slowly the shirt got tugged upwards, revealing his worked out tummy and then his left hardening nipple.

"What.. what are you doing to me? Stop it. I don't want this!"

"Yeees you doooo!" that creepy voice answered.

Then he felt those cold yet thick lips again. But this time he felt them gently pressed on his left pectoral, forming an "o" around his left nipple. Maverick looked down and gritted his teeth, he had no idea what the ghost was doing now to him. A strong sucking sensation suddenly pulled at his left nipple and Mav gasped out at the feeling. Then it was gone but only to return a second later. He saw his nipple being pulled on hard from time to time always when this hard sucking feeling came.

"Ahhh.. Ooo What the...?"

The sucking stopped again but this time he saw his nipple flipping about madly as something that felt like a tongue licked and pushed at it. Maverick had no idea why the ghost was doing this? Was he sucking on his nipple? Why should he?

"Stop it... I don't give milk!"

The hyena boy shouted but the ghost kept going sucking and liking his left nipple and it also chewed with it's lips on the cub's pectoral. He heard a groan of approval and then his nipple got gently bitten.

"Ouch hey!"

The biting and chewing continued. Just broken by licks and sucking from time to time and Maverick whimpered at the feeling. He felt quite abused being used like this but more from the burning shame of not being able to defend himself. He was used to being the top and now he was totally in the hands of this power that enjoyed his body. Then he felt his left nipple and pectoral grow wet and he saw something like salvia drip from his nipple and coating the fur around it.

Again he heard a horny moan of lust and some sucking sounds as his nipple got slurped on even harder. Panting hard Maverick could not do anything about it. He will let the ghost have his way with him and hope that Blue and Stevie have already fled the house. The torturing of his nipple went on and on. It was roughly sucked and licked on, sometimes bitten and then sucked again. In the meanwhile the nipple and the fur around it on his strong pectoral was drenched in something that might be ghost salvia or whatever. Finally his nipple was let go off and Maverick panted. Both his nipples were erect now and he tried to stay brave though he sure was terrified of what the ghost just did to him. He panted and his shirt tightened over his chest and abs. For several seconds nothing happened and he looked around. Was the ghost gone? Carefully he tried to pull himself off the wall and suddenly got pressed back against it hard.

"Oooff!"

Obviously the ghost was still there. Maybe considering what to do with him now. Again he grunted and then he felt something rather strange. A very wet and quite slobbery feeling like a long dripping tongue, latched onto his right side and then it slowly crept up through his fur. Leaving it dripping wet and damp going up all the way into his right armpit and over to his bicep and then down again to his armpit. Maverick giggled a bit but also whimpered. It tickled though it felt very very wrong.

Again he tried to move but he could only shake his head. The slurpy tongue moved up and down again from his side abs into his armpit and bicep and then stopped at his armpit and started to slurp and lick around in it. Maverick couldn't believe what this ghost was doing? Was this really turning the ghost on? He was all sweaty in his pit from previous training and this ... sick pervert spirit licked all this sweat off his fur?

A moan was heard and then it felt like the ghost was kissing his armpit. The young hyena felt disgusted at this and whimpered a little bit. A loud yelp came from him as suddenly his left nipple was pinched and twisted hard again. It already was quite sore and now it was tugged on even harder. Fingers rolling and toying at his wet hard nipple while a ghost tongue licked and kissed his armpit.

"Ewww you are a sick. You are so sick! You are licking my pits and nipples. Let go of me!"

He wiggled as hard as he could but it did nothing but seem to entertain the ghost as the licks into his armpit grew more passionate. The pit dripped with saliva, even more so than his nipple. Maverick got a bit angry that the ghost was in such control over him.

"You.. you pervert. I guess you have.. a... very small dick and that is why you have to go for boys right? Hehe. Because no real woman would want such a small dick like yours!"

He didn't fully know what he was talking about but he heard his brother yelling it at someone else once who really was pissed off about it. And so was the ghost. It suddenly stopped twisting his nipple and licking at his armpit. Maverick snickered but then he was suddenly punched hard in the balls by that ghost. The outlines of a big fist visible for a part of a second in his pants and it looked like a really really hard punch. It even made a cracking sound.

POFF!

"Uuuuuuu!" was all Maverick was able to say after the hard punch, his eyes rolling in pain. Just as he thought the pain would ease a bit another even harder punch hit him in his privates, the bulge in between his legs almost looked like it was pulled inward for a part of a second.

BOFF!!

"Ack! Ooo! Aa.. okay... stop.. " Maverick whelped out in pain.

He panted for air and whimpered at the terrible pain between his legs. Before he was able to recover from the pain he felt the tongue now licking his left armpit, slow and passionately, making it drip as much as the right one. Also the hand returned to his nipples and now pulled on both of them. And they got pulled on harder this time. And they also twisted even harder.

"Nnngh aaah!"

The tongue now whirled like mad around in his left armpit. Slurping and rolling through it up and down over and over like the spirit really liked the taste of his sweaty pits. As the licking continued and left his pits dripping drool, another hand moved into his shorts and found his package. He hissed as those cold hands touched his slightly bruised balls and started to roll them around.

"Ow owww!"

"Huuuussssh... Ittt willl be fiiiiine sooon!" he heard that voice.

He kept on whimpering but couldn't do anything about it, the hand kept groping his balls and almost lovingly stroked and rubbed them as if the ghost was trying to make up for the punches into them just a moment before. Maverick started to sweat and his muscles glistened a bit in the moonlight. He felt the tongue leave his pits and then lick over his chest to his throat and those lips clamping on his throat, chewing and kissing it.

"Please.. I... gasp... will let you do to me all you want...just.. just let the other two and me go."

The hyena whimpered and felt the tongue lick over the muscles in his neck.

"MMmmmm Nnnnoooo. Ammm gonnnnnaaaa geeeet you aaaall!"

The ghost lips kept on slurping and sucking on his throat hotly, drenching his neck in drool now. He gnawed again and again a bit like kissing it. Maverick started to finally whimper and the first tears coming from his eyes, running down his cheeks. With a loud smack the lips left his neck and then he was flipped over and pressed against the wall, his butt now exposed. The young boy whimpered more and bit his lip as he felt his pants slowly being pulled down and his round and nicely built butt being revealed. He starts to shiver more and more and then he felt something big, hard and moist slid up his ass and abruptly spreading his ass wide open. Really wide.

"Agh. GGGGnnn!" He grunted and shivered hard as the huge dick slid up his asshole up to the hilt. The pain was unbearable but he tried not to scream again. His ass shuddered around the dick and a satisfying moan grunted through the deadly silence of the house. Slowly he felt the huge length being pulled out of his hole, further and further.

Little Maverick bit his lower lip as he could feel what must be veins rub along the inside of his hole. Then it got pushed up into his ass again, really hard, and then was pulled out again. Faster and faster. His chest and face were rubbed really hard against the wall and tears were running down his cheeks but he tried not to whimper or to scream thought the pain was incredible. As the thrusts suddenly became even stronger a chill ran up his spine as something was hit inside of him.

He had no idea it was his prostate but It made him "AAAh" out silently and it felt good to him. But it shouldn't feel good. For all he was sure of, he surely knew he should not feel good about having a ghost doing this to him. But he felt good and he moaned and panted harder as the ghost hit this special spot in him over and over. Hard and good. At least it felt like that.

"Oooo... yeees. You like it... doooon't youuu? Little fag?" the ghost moaned into his ears.

"I am.. oooh... no fag!"

The ghost just snickered and kept on ramming his ass hard in lust. He could feel and hear the dick ram up into his tight butt. Loud dirty smacking sounds of something probing his poor, and until now, untaken ass. The tears from his eyes drenched the wallpaper and he felt those evil fingers reach under his shirt again and grab his nipples, twisting them hard as he screamed.

"Not agaaaain!" he panted out as his nipples were twisted, pulled, pinched. The thrusts were brutal and always hit his prostate hard causing him to shiver though he didn't want this. Then the ghost started to rotate his hips and also Mavericks hips, and groin started to rub and roll against the wall.

But then the ghost seemed to grow even rougher and with each ram into his ass he grew more brutal and faster. Maverick felt like the ghost was about to tear out his tail hole. He got slammed harder and harder against the wall and grunted in pain. The twisting on his nipples and the poundings making him become dizzy and weak. He hoped it would be over soon, either by his death or Blue and Stevie getting help.

Claws scraped over the wallpaper as Maverick tried his best still to fight the urge to scream. But then the ghost gave a number of really hard deep thrusts and he had to scream. He felt a liquid run over his ass and down his legs into his shoes and also dripping on the floor below. Though cold, it didn't soothe his ass in any way.

"Dooon't thiiiink youurr frieeends can heeelp yooou. They will follow yyyyooou soooon. Hahaha."

Another number of hard slurping thrusts that Maverick commented with pants and moans as his prostate was hit each time.

"Yoooouuu aaare howwever my mmmooosot pressssiouss muuuurrrderrr tiiill nooow!"

He suddenly was flipped over again and then his legs were spread wide. To his own horror he now could see himself in a body size mirror on the opposite wall. He saw his own body, his dripping pits and his nipples still pulled on and twisted. But he also could see his own exposed rear and his really wide open ass. He could also see his hole being pumped. The sight was enough to make him cry even more. It was like that ghost wanted to make him watch what is happening to him. Liquid kept running from his hole and all over his ass.

He could now see the marks of hands on his worked out pectorals. Whenever they grabbed his nipples or pectorals he could see it in the mirror and see his asshole looking like it was talking. It was open so damn wide. In the very moment he felt something lick gently at his neck again, right over his throat and he twisted his face away in disgust. Still, he got rocked hard by that ghost making him feel so incredibly weak and helpless. Now the ghost seemed to be done with him. Because suddenly he felt something sharp clamp down on his throat. Shuddering in fear he saw biting marks appearing on his throat. And the pressure grew stronger. After a while he wasn't able to breath anymore.

"Ack ack. Gurgle!"

His eyes were shifting as he tried to gather all the strength left in him to get that presence away from him and to get it to leave him alone. Whatever he tried though the pressure rose and he felt his head getting dizzy. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was his ass still being fucked hard in the mirror above. His eyes became empty though the ghost wasn't done at all. Even though the cute hyena boy was dead the presence kept fucking him hard in the ass..

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Below Blue and Stevie heard these sounds of a body being rocked against the wall. Blue cried as he knew that brave Mav didn't make it. It must be the sound of him being bumped against the wall that hard.

"It's having it's way with him. Like with Zeke and Peter. It is screwing his corpse!"

"SSssht!" Stevie tried to get Blue to be calm.

"We have to get out!" he said.

"But the back door is sealed too!" Blue whimpered out.

"Maybe.. Maybe there is another way out. We go up into the ground floor and sneak up the chimney! I am sure that one is not blocked!" Stevie said.

Blue was scared but he nodded. Just then he saw it. He looked over and there was something at the wall behind them.

"Look!"

Both looked up and there were a lot of scratches at the wall.

"What is that?"

The scratches looked like they have been made a long time ago. Stevie counted them and gulped.

"Those are over 50 gashes! And... I guess that is kind of like the numbers of boys this.. ghost man.. thing has had in this house."

Stevie and Blue looked at each other.

"Let's go up.. and run. The chimney must be in the room at the other side of the hallway!"

Blue nodded and they slowly moved up the stairs. They could still hear the bumping on the wall. Very slowly they opened the door and took a peek into the hallway. To their surprise they saw nothing. No ghost but also Maverick was gone. Stevie waved for Blue to follow him and carefully they walked along the hallway. Just when they thought they were about to escape something hit Blue on the head.

"Ew!" he hissed silently and Stevie turned around. Blue felt for what hit him and saw it was something warm, sticky and white. Then another drop fell on Blue and he flinched. Stevie gulped and slowly they looked up. There was the body of Maverick against the ceiling of the hallway, Face turned upward so that his butt was facing them. His tail hole was wide open, wider than even that of Peter or Zeke up in the living room and that white stuff dripped right out of his asshole. Both stood there, shocked and disgusted. Then suddenly the body was dropped and landed right behind them on the ground. They saw a bite mark on his throat, his blank staring eyes and his wet drippy armpits and both of his moist erect nipples. They screamed in unison and started to run towards the door. Stevie grabbed the door knob and slammed the door open. Blue followed and they saw that they were right about the rooms. There was a big chimney in the room, big enough to climb up through, maybe. Stevie was the first to sneak into the chimney and trying to get up, it was hard but it will work.

"Blue. Here!"

The blue furred lion boy rushed toward the chimney and looked up at Stevie but in the very same moment he was yanked backward and brutally pulled out of the chimney. Stevie could do nothing but stare and whimper as he heard Blue scream as he was pulled over the carpet. The ghost wasted no time and tore his pants down. Just a moment later Blue felt a huge object ram itself into his ass and start to pump in and out hard.

"Steeeavieeeee AAAAAARGH!"

The tiger boy pressed his eyes shut.

"Sorry Blue!" he whimpered out and continued to climb up the chimney. Several times he slipped a bit but he had brought the right kind of shoes and so he finally reached the end of the smokestack. The space between the chimney pot and the smokestack was big enough for him to sneak through and over the roof tiles until he came to a stop. He still could hear Blue scream inside and bit his lower lip as he climbed over the porch and jumped to land in the grass. It hurt but he didn't care. All he wanted to do now was run.

Inside Blue was shoved hard onto the carpet. Tears filled his eyes as his virginity was taken so roughly. A paw felt his balls and grabbed them tightly while he felt his butt being pumped like this. The small lion clawed at the carpet in agony. He had no idea this could feel so horrible. Each vein on the hard dick rubbed along the tight tunnel of the little lion, torturing him, making him feel like he was nothing more than an object of lust. A whimper came from him as the poundings became harder and harder and then he felt a hard weight on his back, something pressing him down, it felt like a body.

"Umpf!"

He had no chance to adjust to it, hands grasped his balls and dick and started to tug on those orbs.

"Get away from me!" Blue screamed in pain but the ghost just kept going and banging more deeply into him.

The dick rocked harder and harder into him, and then he felt the ghost starting to press down harder on his butt and hips and slowly rolled the hips around. Feeling the hand tug more on his orbs the little lion shuddered more. Then he gasped for air as the pressure grew on his hips and they were grinded even harder on the ground, causing his pelvic bones to groan.

"Argh. You are breaking me.. ARGH!"

Rocking him harder and harder the ghost was obviously not planning to do that. His ass got pulled up into the air and slammed hard onto the ground again, then pulled up and rammed down. The young lion boy screamed and cried in pain. Slurping loud the perverted ghost pulled out and slammed his ghost dick back into that tight little abused ass. Satisfying his perverted desire the ghost really went on a rampage with Blue's virgin hole. Again a cracking sound came from the pelvic bones, and then a snapping as those bones cracked.

"AARGH!"

Unbearable pain ran through Blue's body as he felt the ghost humping his pelvic bones to pieces. He screamed as he felt and heard those hard thrusts snapping and cracking his pelvic bones which crunched more and more. Gurgles came from Blue who really suffered under that perverted ghost. The bones cracked and crunched again and again and the poor little lion whimpered in pain again. It was too much for him to bear and slowly he fell unconscious. His claws remained stuck in the carpet as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. The crunching from his poor butt continued even though life had already left him. The fourth boy had been finished with.

The young tiger kept running and running, tears running down his eyes. All that he had seen was just too much for him. He had seen four lives being taken away, killed for the enjoyment of the ghost of a dead pervert.

Finally he arrived at home and opened the door. He stormed in and locked the door, ran down the hallway and into his room. The tiger also slammed that door close and locked it. Then he jumped onto his bed and hugged the pillow, Tears still running down his face. He was alone at home, Mom and Dad won't be home before tomorrow. So all that was there to ease his mind now was this pillow. Stevie cried harder into the pillow. He just wanted to prove his bravery and witnessed the death of four friends. He just couldn't get the images out of his mind and sniffed over and over again.

"My my. What a baby you are!"

Stevies eyes shot up as he heard suddenly a voice.

He jumped up in bed, grabbing his pillow. As he looked around there was nothing in his big room. Nothing but his books, desk, posters and plush animals. As he saw his favourite plush at the end of the bed he had to smile a bit. It was his favourite. It was a plush of adult Simba from a movie called the King of the Lions. He remembered how he got it from his pals before he moved.

"Oh little cub, It's not nice to smile just after your friends have just been killed!"

Stevie stared at the Simba plush. It was talking to him!! Was that the ghost from the house?

"I will have to ... punish you hee hee. And the punishment is.. death by cock!"

Stevie stared as the Simba plush's surface ripped open between the legs, and a huge dick slipped out. It grew larger and lager, it was meat coloured, mapped with a lot of veins and it had a long wrinkly foreskin.

The Simba plush grinned evilly with its sown mouth. Finally the dick stopped to grow at two and a half feet in length and almost 6 inches thick. Slowly the plush got up on all fours, the huge dick pressing all along his body and being much longer than the whole body of the plush, then there was a flopping sound and a thick heavy scrotum plopped out from the plush's groin and landed on the bed.

"You know what? That hyena boy was the hottest of you five so far. He was able to take a lot. Now I am curious how much you can take before you die. But don't cry. Your body will not be put to waste, it will be used all night long hehe!"

With that the plush jumped at Stevie as he kicked the sheet away. This was a mistake. Within a second the possessed plush was between the legs of the tiger and pushed hard. The movement was so quick that the dick of the beast ripped through his pyjamas right into the ass of the tiger boy. Stevie screamed.

"AAAAH. Mommy Daaaddy!"

His scream was of no use but he was so scared and terrified. The plush held tight to his waist and kept on banging him hard, sliding that filthy dirty dick in and out of his ass. He screamed from the immense pain, his hole stretched so wide and so brutally.

"Argh ARGH!. Please Stop AAAGH!"

"AW, no worries. It will be over for you soon hehe. That depends however on how long you make it!" the plush grumbled and rolled it's plush hips against his butt causing Stevie to groan and gag in pain. He looked down and saw how the bulge of that huge dick moved up and down in his tummy, pushing his insides out.

"Oh god!"

"Nnnaaah. I'm not god but you will see him soon, if you've been a good boy hehe!"

Stevie whined and cried, looking down on the plush. The twisted perverted grin on the face of Simba made him whimper more.

"Simba!"

He tried to imagine it was really Simba taking him. Maybe it would ease his pain, make him bear it as long as it would last. The possessed plush grunted and humped harder making Stevie whimper more and grunt. He felt the dick grind and bump his prostrate.

Exhausted he fell back onto the pillow and gasped hard, bearing all the hard thrusts into him. His body being rocked hard into his pillow, tears still running down his face, he bit his lower lips. He tried hard to imagine that he would like it. For gods sake he didn't want to give the ghost the satisfaction of him suffering. Again he tried to imagine it was Simba taking him and it helped a bit, his body gave in, his butt relaxed and the pain was not so terrible anymore. Stevie started to pant a bit and grunted. The plush got to a good rhythm in the meanwhile. Balls slapping hard against his ass.

"S... simba... ta.. take me!" Stevie purred out a bit and still sobbed because of the pain.

The plush didn't care, it just kept going. Deeper and rougher his ass was pounded and he gagged as he felt the pain slowly go away as his body grow numb. He wondered how it would be when he passes out, when will his body give in and die? How was it for the other four? Another hard thrust came but he didn't really feel it anymore. He thought he saw a dark figure now standing in his room, looking at him. The figure stepped closer and put a boney hand on his head.

"Don't worry boy!" the figure said gently and stroke his head.

Stevie gagged and passed out on the pillow, his life slipping away.

The horny plush kept on humping the dead little tiger boy. It will be a few more hours until he will have to leave. Enough time to test a few new positions on the dead little tiger.

End - (till the ghost goes out hunting again)

Disclaimer: No cubs were hurt in the making of this sick pervert story.

Maverick: "Oh fu you Kumbartha!"