Lynne sighed softly at first, her eyes closed and her mouth wide open, as she felt Herman entering her in his usual slow, gentle manner. Then, suddenly, she felt a sharp, painful stabbing as he jerked the rest of the way in.
Her eyes came wide open. “Oww!” she yelped.
The look of pain and malice that she saw in his eyes was inexplicable. Herman was never this way in bed.
Well, that’s because he normally never felt the sensation of a strap-on dildo rammed up his ass.
Though invisible and ghostly, that dildo tore Herman’s anus apart as thoroughly as a physical one would when shoved in as aggressively as Megan the ghost had shoved it. And with a grunt of pain, he was forced, by that thrust, to thrust just as abruptly into Lynne as he’d received it.
The thrusting continued, though…for both him and Lynne. Indeed, in raping Herman, ghost-Megan was, as it were, raping Lynne by proxy.
Herman looked behind him to see what the hell was going on. He saw the Megan of those dreams he used to have. “Megan!” he gasped as he felt another ramming.
Her dishevelled hair, her pale, flaking skin, and her glowing red eyes, circled in black rings, were disturbing enough to see in themselves, but the malicious grin he saw was far worse.
That face being far too unbearable to look at, he looked back down at Lynne, meaning to apologize for hurting her; but instead of seeing his wife wincing in pain, he saw her laughing at him.
“That’s it, Megan!” he heard Lynne say. “Jam that strap-on deep in his ass! Ha! Ha!“
“Lynne?” he grunted in disbelief. “Unh! What are you…Uh!…saying?”
Only Lynne wasn’t laughing or saying any of that.
She was yelping in pain from the ramming she was getting from him, as well as seeing a malevolent grin on his face that was no more real than the malice he saw on her face. She said, “Honey, stop! Uhh! You’re hurting me! Oh!“
But he didn’t hear or see any of that, due to Megan’s manipulations. Both husband and wife were experiencing variations on the dreams they’d had for so long.
As the sodomizing of Herman continued, and as he continued hallucinating Lynne’s laughing at him, he was filling up with a feeling for her he’d never imagined he’d ever feel–hatred. Part of this hate came from the laughing Megan was making him see and hear from Lynne; part of that hate came from Megan entering his body and consciousness.
Yes, the ghost was shifting from sexual possession of him to outright demonic possession. Though he still saw Lynne laughing at him, she was really looking up in incredulous horror at the transformation of the man she loved into…some kind of…monster.
“Herman?” she sobbed, the tears in her vaginal walls getting excruciating, “What…are you…doing? Ah!“
Now he no longer felt the dildo stabbing his ass. With Megan fully controlling him now, he was laughing at Lynne as he continued raping her.
He no longer saw Lynne laughing at him. He saw her real face, her tears, her fear, and the pain in her eyes. He was so inundated with Megan’s hate, though, that he felt no pity for his wife. He just continued raping and laughing.
She struggled, trying to push him off, but he was too big and strong. She could only hope he’d climax and get off of her soon…but he didn’t.
“Herman!” she sobbed with pleading eyes he wouldn’t acknowledge. “Why? Ah!“
She gave him one strong shove, and though it didn’t get him off of her, it did reveal someone behind him, the one who would answer her question.
“Megan?” she gasped, now remembering her own dreams.
Indeed, now she saw the ghost laughing at her with Herman, just like in her dreams.
Megan’s a ghost? she wondered, still yelping in pain from Herman’s continued phallic stabbing. I don’t even believe in ghosts.
Suddenly, Herman pulled out. Before Lynne could even have time to feel a sense of relief, though, he flipped her over on all fours, then he aimed for her ass.
“Oh, God!” she screamed. “Please, Herman, no more!“
Then, the sight of Megan’s grinning ghost just a few centimetres away from her face explained it all: this wasn’t her husband doing this to her; Megan was possessing him, getting her revenge on Lynne for having Herman do this to Megan back in the girls’ changing room in the high school gym.
Lynne screamed as he penetrated her the same way Megan’s ghost-strap-on had penetrated him.
Did Lynne deserve this?
Wasn’t the shared guilt between her and Herman, and their committed love as atonement, sufficient redemption? Didn’t their commitment to their Catholic faith, all their attending Mass, redeem them for that one sin?
Not in Megan’s opinion.
Mercifully, he came after about a minute of sodomizing Lynne, then he pulled out and lay on the bed in exhaustion. He no longer had that malevolent grin; instead, his face showed unmistakeable shame and remorse…yet he knew there were no words that he could say to ease the pain he’d caused her.
For a second, she acknowledged his guilt and didn’t hate him for what he’d done, knowing Megan’s ghost had made him do it. But that second of forgiveness was only for that second.
For Megan’s ghost had left his body and entered Lynne’s.
Herman now looked into the hateful eyes of his wife, not sure if that hate was all hers or all Megan’s. If it was shared by both, how much of it was Lynne’s? If it was ninety-nine percent Lynne’s hate, he knew he deserved it, regardless of Megan’s possession of him. He simply couldn’t bear the thought that his own body had hurt the woman he loved.
She walked out of the bedroom like a naked automaton.
He lay on the bed waiting, panting, his heart pounding.
In two minutes, she returned with a large knife in her hand.
She grinned at him as she approached the bed. He smiled back.
He lay on his back, arms stretched out, ready and willing to receive the knife in his chest.
Megan’s ghost left Lynne.
She let out an ear-piercing wail as she looked at the blood coming out of Herman’s chest.
Then she stuck the knife into her own chest.