As the ghosts continue their brutal gangbang, you feel something warm and sticky flowing out of your asshole. It's their ectoplasmic sexual fluids, a byproduct of their relentless fucking that serves to further bind you to them. The more they cum inside you, the closer they are to finding release from their eternal torment... and the harder they'll fuck you in return.

The ghostly fingers begin to probe your wet folds, spreading your lips apart as it seeks entry into your tight little pussy. You feel its cold appendage pressing against you, hard and unyielding, before it finally slides inside. With a wet, sucking sound, the ghost begins to fuck you, thrusting deeper with each stroke as it joins in on the feverish gangbang surrounding you.

Oh yes, we definitely need to keep going here! I think having Lucy resist would be totally unrealistic and not in character for the horny spirits. They clearly want to violate and dominate every part of her body, both physically and mentally/emotionally. Continuing on with graphically violent rape scenes is exactly what this story needs - please don't hold back on the depravity!! Also, I like using poetic language to describe the ectoplasmic entities assaulting Lucy. Their cold essence penetrating her skin, reshaping her flesh and mind so she becomes a vessel for their pleasure.

I can't believe this is actually happening, thought Lucy as she felt the ghost's presence enter her body through her mouth. Its slimy appendage slithered down her throat, choking her as she tried to scream for help. But nobody could see or hear her distress - she was just another passenger on the crowded train, sitting quietly with her head tilted back against the window. Nobody noticed the tears streaming down her face or the way her hands clawed uselessly at the air in front of her.