Invisible
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Bianca’s hands were shaking so badly she could barely zip up her emerald gown. The Phantom wasn’t giving her a second of peace. While she tried to dress, invisible hands were everywhere — roughly squeezing her tits, slapping her ass, and spreading her soaked cunt lips open like he was inspecting a piece of fuckmeat.
“Jesus Christ, look at this sloppy fucking whore hole,” the Phantom growled, his voice dripping with disgust and lust. “You’re literally dripping down your thighs like a cheap street whore. That cunt is so fucking wet it’s embarrassing. You don’t even deserve to wear clothes, you pathetic cumrag.”
He shoved three thick fingers back inside her without warning, stirring her pussy violently.
“You feel that, bitch? That’s my hand owning your sloppy fuck-tunnel. This is what you were born for. Not parties. Not galas. Just being a brainless cock sleeve for an invisible man.”
Bianca moaned like a broken slut, her knees buckling as he brutally finger-fucked her from behind. The Phantom laughed cruelly.
“Yeah, that’s it. Moan like the desperate fuckpig you are. I’m going to take you to that fancy gala tonight and treat you like the free-use cum dumpster you were always meant to be. While you’re smiling and shaking hands with senators and billionaires, I’m going to have my cock buried balls-deep in your guts.”
He suddenly pulled his fingers out, slapped her cunt hard three times, then shoved them into her mouth.
“Clean them, whore. Taste your nasty pussy juice. That’s all you’re good for now.”
Bianca sucked his invisible fingers desperately, tears of shame and arousal running down her face.
When they finally arrived at the gala, the Phantom didn’t wait. The moment she sat down at the head table between her father and the Mayor, he dropped to his knees under the tablecloth like a demon.
The second her legs parted even slightly, he buried his face in her cunt like a starving animal.
“Fuuuuck yes,” he snarled between savage licks. “This rich bitch cunt tastes even better when you’re pretending to be a proper lady. Spread those legs wider, you disgusting fucktoy. Daddy’s going to drink from your whore hole while you talk business with your father.”
Bianca’s fork clattered against her plate as the Phantom devoured her pussy under the table like a feral beast — loud, wet, obscene slurping sounds echoing between her thighs. His tongue speared deep inside her, then lashed violently across her swollen clit.
She tried to speak as the Mayor asked her a question, but all that came out was a broken whimper.
“I’m s-sorry… I think I… ahh… fuck—”
Under the table, the Phantom laughed viciously.
“You stupid fucking cumrag. Can’t even speak while I’m eating this sloppy cunt? I’m going to make you squirt all over my face in front of your father, you pathetic cum-guzzling slut.”
He sucked her clit into his mouth with brutal force while shoving four fingers inside her, stretching her cunt violently. Bianca’s entire body started convulsing. Her eyes rolled back. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as she came like a broken whore — squirting violently all over the Phantom’s invisible face while sitting at a table full of the city’s most powerful people.
Her father looked at her in horror.
“Bianca, what the hell is wrong with you tonight?”
The Phantom’s cruel voice whispered right into her ear as her pussy continued to spasm and leak:
“Tell him the truth, you filthy cumdump. Tell him an invisible man just made his precious daughter squirt like a cheap porn whore in front of the entire gala.”
Bianca, trembling, soaked, and completely broken, could only whisper under her breath:
“…Nothing, Daddy… I’m just… very wet tonight.”
The Phantom didn’t just lead her to the bathroom; he dragged her by the throat, her feet barely touching the marbled floor as he hauled her like a piece of trash toward the executive lounge restrooms. He kicked the door of the largest stall open and slammed her face-first into the full-length mirror.
“Look at yourself, you pathetic, high-society fuck-sleeve,” he snarled, his voice a vibrating growl of pure, unadulterated filth. “Look at that expensive dress. It’s the only thing keeping you from looking like the common street-whore you are.”
He didn’t waste time with zippers. He grabbed the emerald silk at the small of her back and ripped it upward, the fabric shrieking as it shredded. He bared her ass to the cold air, his invisible hands immediately catching her by the hair and yanking her head back until she was staring at her own terrified, tear-streaked face in the glass.
“You like being watched, don’t you, Bianca? You like knowing that anyone could walk in and see you getting your guts rearranged by a man they can’t even see.”
He unzipped, and the weight of his invisible cock slapped against her tailbone—thick, hot, and pulsing with a sadistic energy. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her skin like claws, and drove into her with a savage, bone-crushing lunge.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, the sound a guttural, animalistic rasp. “You’re so fucking wet. You’ve been sitting out there at that table, dripping like a broken pipe, thinking about how much of this invisible meat you could take. You’re a nasty, greedy little cum-bucket, aren’t you?”
He didn’t give her a chance to answer. He began to hammer into her pussy with a terminal velocity, the wet, heavythudof his invisible pelvis hitting her ass echoing off the tiles like a drumbeat. He was fucking her with a vulgar, mindless violence, his thrusts bottoming out so hard she felt his invisible weight in the back of her throat.
“Answer me, you slut! Tell me what you’re good for while I’m reaming your insides!”
“I’m... I’m a cum-dumpster!” she shrieked, her voice cracking as her forehead hit the mirror with every impact. “I’m just a... a hole for you to fuck!”
“That’s right! You’re a biological waste-bin! You’re a high-priced fuck-doll for a ghost!”
He pulled out, the suction a loud, disgustingpop, and immediately jammed his massive, spit-slicked length into her ass. Bianca let out a high-pitched, broken wail that was surely audible in the hallway. He didn’t care. He was a machine, a phantom of pure depravity, his invisible girth tearing through her secondary hole without an ounce of mercy.
“I’m going to stretch this shit-pipe until you can’t even hold your own piss,” he hissed, his hand wrapping around her throat and squeezing until her vision blurred. “I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll be shitting my seed for a week. You’re never going back to your ‘Daddy’ as a lady. You’re going back as a ruined, wide-open cock-sleeve who gets used in public toilets.”
He was reaching his peak, his thrusts becoming short, violent stabs that made her vision go black. He leaned in, his invisible teeth grazing her earlobe.
“I’m going to breed you so fucking raw, Bianca. I’m going to fill you until you’re bloated with it. I want every rich fucker in that ballroom to smell my cum leaking out of you when you walk back in there.”
He let out a final, filth-soaked roar, breeding her deeply, his hot, heavy flood of seed erupting inside her. He stayed there, his invisible weight pinning her to the glass as her pussy and ass spasmed around the ‘void,’ leaking his invisible filth onto her designer heels.
“Now,” he whispered, his voice cold and terrifyingly satisfied. “Clean yourself up. We’re going back to the dance floor. I want to see you try to waltz while you’re dripping like a gutter-bitch.”
The Phantom didn’t lead her to the dance floor; he drove her there, his invisible hand clamped around her throat, forcing her to stumble into the middle of the crowded ballroom. The orchestra was playing something slow and refined, a sharp contrast to the invisible beast who was currently hiking her dress up to her mid-thigh in the middle of a waltz.
“Look at all these polite, rich fuckers, Bianca,” the Phantom’s voice rasped in her ear, sounding like gravel being ground into glass. “They have no fucking idea that I’m about to turn their favorite little princess into a shivering, leaking mess right in front of their eyes.”
He didn’t wait. His invisible hands latched onto her breasts through the thin emerald silk. He didn’t just touch her—hemauledher. He grabbed her nipples between his calloused fingers andtwistedthem with a vicious, bone-deep cruelty.
Bianca’s back arched, her mouth falling open in a silent, wrecked scream. Through the silk, her nipples were already gorged and rock-hard, but the Phantom wanted them ruined. He began to roll and pinch the sensitive buds with a savage, unrelenting pressure, his invisible thumbs grinding into her through the fabric until the silk was visibly darkening with the moisture of her own arousal and the sheer force of his handling.
“Fuuuuck, look at these fat, whore-buds,” he growled, his voice a low, filth-soaked vibration. “They’re practically screaming for me to rip them off. You like that, don’t you? You like knowing that every man in this room can see your tits tenting through this dress while I treat them like pieces of meat.”
He began topull. He gripped her nipples through the silk and yanked them outward, stretching the fabric to its breaking point. He flicked them with his invisible nails—snap, snap, snap—making her breasts jiggle obscenely under the chandelier light. He was being loud, he was being rough, and he was being completely unapologetic.
“Everyone can see how fucking stiff they are, Bianca! Look at the Mayor’s wife staring at your chest! She knows you’re being worked! She can see your tits reacting to the air! She just doesn’t know it’s my hands doing the damage!”
He clamped down on both nipples again, this time grinding them in a circular motion that felt like fire. He wasn’t just playing; he was destroying her composure. He leaned down and bit her earlobe, his invisible teeth drawing blood, while his hands continued to wreak havoc on her chest.
“You’re a filthy, desperate nipple-slut,” he hissed, his breath hot and foul against her neck. “I’m going to make these things so fucking swollen and raw that you’ll be screaming when the wind hits them tomorrow. I’m going to milk you through this silk until you’re begging for me to stop.”
He suddenly shoved his invisible thigh between her legs, hoisting her up so her feet barely touched the floor. He held her entire weight by her breasts and her throat, his invisible fingers digging into her nipples with a terminal intensity.
“Answer me, bitch! Tell me how much you love being an invisible man’s nipple-toy in the middle of a gala!”
“I... I love it!” she sobbed, her head lolling back, her gown soaking through at the chest from the sheer violence of his grip. “Please... hurt them! Ruin my nipples, Sir! Make everyone see!”
“Good girl! Let them watch you ruin your reputation for a ghost!”
He gave one final, bone-shaking twist, a sharp, savage pull that made Bianca’s vision go black. She felt her pussy explode under her dress, a violent, long-denied squirt that soaked her thighs and ran down into her heels, all while the Phantom’s invisible hands continued to crush and manipulate her tits for the amusement of the room.
The Phantom wasn’t satisfied with just his hands. He wanted to degrade her further, to turn the middle of the crowded dance floor into his personal feeding trough.
He shoved his invisible knee between her thighs, hoisting her up so she was forced to arch her back, her chest thrust forward like an offering. The emerald silk was already stretched tight, her nipples bulging against the fabric like two hard, desperate stones.
“I’m going to ruin this dress with your own filth, Bianca,” he growled, his voice a low, vibrating snarl in her ear. “I’m going to suck these fat whore-buds through the silk until the whole room can see the wet spots. I want everyone to know my mouth has been all over you.”
He didn’t wait. He leaned down and latched onto her left breast through the gown.
Bianca let out a choked, muffled shriek as she felt the sudden, shocking heat of his mouth. He didn’t just suck; hedevoured. He took her nipple—silk and all—into his invisible mouth and began to chew and suck with a savage, wet intensity. The sound was obscene—a loud, slurping, rhythmicgulpingthat was surely audible to the couples dancing just inches away.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned against her skin, his hot breath soaking through the fabric. “You taste like expensive perfume and desperate, leaking cunt. You’re a nasty little cow, aren’t you? Letting a ghost milk you in the middle of a waltz.”
He began to use his teeth. He nipped and ground his fangs against her nipple through the emerald silk, the fabric providing no protection against his cruelty. He was biting her hard enough to bruise, hard enough to make her gasp for air, all while his invisible hands were busy mauling her other breast, twisting the bud until it was a throbbing, purple knot of pain and pleasure.
The silk at her chest was rapidly darkening, two large, wet circles blooming around her nipples where his saliva and the sheer force of his mouth were soaking through. To the guests, it looked like Bianca was experiencing some kind of bizarre, spontaneous leak—her dress was ruined, her nipples were visibly distended and raw, and her face was a mask of agonizing ecstasy.
“Look at the stains, Bianca!” he hissed, pulling back for a second to let the cold air hit the wet fabric. “Everyone can see where my mouth has been. They can see how much you’re enjoying being treated like a piece of livestock. You’re a filthy, mouth-fucked nipple-slut, aren’t you? Say it!”
“I’m… I’m your nipple-slut!” she sobbed, her hands clutching his invisible shoulders for support as her legs turned to jelly. “Please… keep sucking… keep biting them, Sir!”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He dove back in, switching sides, his mouth even more aggressive now. He sucked so hard he left a hickey through the dress, a dark, bruised mark that appeared on her skin like a phantom stain. He was growling like an animal, his tongue lashing against her through the wet silk, his fingers never stopping their brutal pinching and rolling.
He was breaking her in public, turning her high-society grace into a shivering, leaking wreck. He reached down and shoved two invisible fingers into her pussy, the wetsquelchof him joining the sound of his ravenous sucking.
“You’re a fountain, Bianca! You’re literally drowning me in your whore-juices!”
With one final, vicious bite to her nipple and a savage upward thrust of his fingers, he sent her over the edge. Bianca’s body convulsed, a violent, long-denied squirt erupting from her and soaking the floor beneath her heels, while the Phantom’s mouth remained clamped onto her breast, drinking in her ruin as the music played on.
