As I drove down a winding dirt road towards the middle of nowhere, USA, I wondered if this was a horrible idea. The endless fields on either side of the road concealed my view of the horizon, and for a good thirty minutes I had convinced myself I was lost. At last, the cornstalks parted, the gray clouds lifted, and I came upon a mansion that was the only residence for miles. I had half a mind to turn my car around and drive somewhere else. The problem was, I didn't have anywhere else to go.
The crumbling, four-story mansion had definitely seen better days. I spotted cracked windows, missing shingles, and a crispy-looking front lawn, not to mention a roof that seemed to be on the verge of caving in at any moment. Leaves and debris overflowed the long-forgotten gutters. Smoke billowed from the crooked chimney in black puffs, spooking a family of crows from their perch at the edge of the roof. It was a haunted mansion if I ever saw one.
This was the home of my Uncle Cornelius.
I'd kept up correspondence with my uncle over the years, primarily because he was the only family I had left, but also because I felt as though someone needed to keep tabs on him. He used to teach at a university but was removed from his position after it was discovered he had been experimenting on students in secret. After that little incident, he'd promptly found a house in the middle of nowhere, the perfect place to conduct his work -- far from the eyes of the university and the authorities.
A few weeks ago, I wrote to him asking if I could stay at the mansion for a couple of weeks. I'd been laid off from my job, so I turned to the only family I had left. Uncle Cornelius had written back, "Of course, you may come and stay with me, sweet niece! We're family, so don't worry about rent or anything. However, I do need some help around the lab -- would you act as my assistant until I can find someone to fill the position?"
I kept myself busy on the drive over trying to imagine what kinds of things my crazy uncle needed assisting with.
I walked up the creaking steps and rang the ancient brass doorbell, which emitted a deep sound that rattled my bones and shook the house. The door flew open and there my uncle stood, a middle-aged man in a white lab coat, complete with crooked glasses and a head of uncombed hair. "What are you trying to do, wake the dead? Just kidding! They're already awake!"
I laughed nervously as he opened his arms for a hug. As he gave me a tour of the house, I kept my eyes peeled for any sign of his 'experiments' roaming about, but the dusty halls were eerily quiet.
We sat in the kitchen for a dinner of spaghetti and forced conversation. "Tonight, I want you to get a good night's rest," said Uncle Cornelius. "Tomorrow, we're in the lab bright and early."
"What kinds of the things do you need me to do?" I asked, dreading the answer.
"It's better that we wait until tomorrow to go over your responsibilities," he answered, evading my question. "While we're in the lab, you will need to do exactly as I say, understand? My work can be dangerous at times, but as long as you listen to my instructions, you will be very safe."
As I lay in bed that evening, gathered in a mountain of blankets to keep the freezing cold at bay, I could have sworn I heard growling sounds from somewhere in the distance. I strained my ears to listen closer, confident the sounds were coming from inside the house. I struggled to fall asleep after that, but eventually the weight of the day finally pulled me under.
I didn't know what to wear the next morning, but I figured an outfit I didn't mind getting dirty was probably best. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a faded T-shirt and hurried downstairs, eager to get this over with.
Uncle Cornelius had built himself quite the impressive laboratory. The massive space was cluttered with industrial freezers, crystal vials, medical devices, and a vast collection of contraptions I couldn't put a name to. My uncle sat behind a cluttered workspace off to the side, nose-deep in a thick stack of notes. In the center of the lab was a twelve-foot-tall glass container dotted with air holes from top to bottom. It was clearly a cage, which, at the moment, appeared to be empty.
Uncle Cornelius finally noticed me and stood from his desk. "Welcome to my lab! Are you ready to get started?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," I said, eyeing the glass cage nervously. I desperately hoped he wasn't going to put me in there.
My uncle clapped his hands together. "Alright then. If you'll please remove your clothes," he instructed.
"I'm sorry?" I sputtered.
He was not joking in the slightest. "You will not need your clothes for this part. Please remove them."
I stood there, taken off guard. I was beginning to see why he was removed from the university. "Don't you think that's kind of inappropriate?"
My uncle rolled his eyes, brushing off my concerns. "I am a professional. The naked body does not distract me. Do not forget that I am allowing you to stay in my home free of charge." His eyes bored into me with pure threat, a far cry from my quirky, happy-go-lucky Uncle Cornelius I had always known.
I considered for a moment and came to the conclusion that he was right. He had taken me into his home, and the least I could do was help him out. "Alright," I agreed, and began to remove my clothes, immediately regretting doing so. The cold chill of the lab prickled my bare skin. My uncle barely spared my naked body a glance.
A look of determination washed over his expression. "Over the next few days, I am going to introduce you to a range of creatures I have acquired over the course of my research, so that I may study how they respond to a human outsider. They are quite familiar with me, of course, so this works best with someone they've never met before." He gestured towards a metal chair that was situated to the left of his workspace. It had the vague look of a gynecological chair, complete with armrests and stirrups for my legs.
I was afraid that if I refused to sit in the chair my uncle would kick me out of his house. So, after taking a deep breath, I forced myself to take a seat on the cold slab of metal. I hesitantly lifted my legs into the stirrups. It felt strange to open my legs like this, exposing my most private area to a distant relative I barely knew.
Once I was seated in the chair, my uncle stepped on a lever which prompted the back to recline. From this angle, I had a nice view of the arched wooden ceiling and the beams that threatened to collapse on us all. Before I could object, my uncle secured straps around my calves so that I couldn't move them. "What are you doing?" I demanded, panicking.
"Keep still," he ordered, without answering me. He pressed another button, and the stirrups widened, stretching my legs as far as they would go until it became rather uncomfortable. Then, the stirrups began to restrict inward, so that my thighs pressed against my stomach, and the end result was my body folded in half like a piece of paper. I wanted very badly to close my legs, but I could barely move an inch while restrained in this position. I felt a cold breeze hit my bare lips and I deeply regretted ever agreeing to this.
My uncle stepped back and assessed his view of my widely displayed nether region. As if things couldn't get any stranger, he ran his fingers through my course, black pubic hair and frowned. "First things first, let's gid rid of this, shall we?"
Uncle Cornelius brought forth a can of shaving cream, a razor, and a bowl of water. He pulled up a stool right in between my spread legs, and I flushed a deep shade of red as he stared closely into my most private area. He sprayed shaving cream right on top of my mound and rubbed it in thoroughly with his hands. I ignored the jolt that went through me as his hands made contact with my outer lips. He dipped the razor into the bowl of water and went to work. If felt wrong, my uncle shaving my pussy, but out of pure shock I couldn't find the words to stop him. Every so often, his thumb absently brushed my clit, fueling a sense of heat between my legs that was becoming difficult to ignore.
Finally, Uncle Cornelius brought out a hand towel to pat me dry. Every nerve ending in my body stood on edge when he said, "That's better. Now we'll have an unobstructed view of today's events. I think you're ready to meet him."
"Meet who?" I asked, a bit breathlessly.
"Him," he answered, pointing a finger to the empty glass cage.
I stared at my uncle blankly. "But there's no one in the cage?"
"There is, but you cannot see him. He is a ghost."
A ghost? Uh-oh.
My uncle did not need any further encouragement to continue monologuing. "Thanks to me, this ghost can now interact with humans on the mortal plane. Whereas a typical ghost is unable to experience human sensation, this ghost can both give and receive physical touch. I am now going to monitor his response during a sexual interaction -- to see if he is capable of reaching orgasm. You will act as his conduit, little niece."
Horror struck me as the full weight of his words sank in. "You're going to let a ghost fuck me?"
"Yes, that's correct." He spoke as if this were a completely normal experiment. To Uncle Cornelius, this was just another day at the office.
My uncle placed a pair of goggles over his eyes, which I assumed allowed him to track his invisible subject. He then pressed a button on his desk and the door to the cage slowly opened.
I scanned my eyes around the lab, searching desperately for some sign of the ghost and his proximity to me. For a few agonizing minutes, I felt nothing but the anticipation rising inside of me.
Finally, a pair of invisible hands landed on my breasts. I would have jumped in surprise had I not been restrained to the chair. The hands firmly caressed my chest, squeezing my soft flesh in the same manner as any human man would. My uncle and I both watched as my breasts seemed to jiggle back and forth of their own accord thanks to the ghost's fondling of me. I gasped as I felt a mouth close around my left nipple and suck hard, before moving to do the same to my right. He continued to suckle me for several minutes while I watched, fascinated. It was a wild sensation, to feel pleasure without being able to see who was giving it.
"He has not felt a human woman in centuries," my uncle informed me.
