
The haunted house doesn’t sleep.
It watches her.
It waits for her.
And the moment she says the words —

“My cunt is throbbing…”

The countdown begins.
Her thighs twitch.
Her cunt leaks a thin stream of clear, hot slickness.
It rolls over her clit, down to the sheets —
the first squirt of many.

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COUNTDOWN ONE – FIRST WAVE

10… Tentacles curl inside her ears, fucking her skull.
9… She hears wet sounds sloshing behind her eyes.
8… The smell of slime fills the air — musky, thick.
7… A slick tendril wraps her neck, reminding her she’s owned.
6… She spurts again, her panties soak instantly.
5… The church bell rings — her signal.
4… Cum drips from the ceiling, mixing with her squirt.
3… Her toes wiggle — slime squishes between them.
2… Her clit is being circled by a cold, wet tip.
1… She squirts hard, soaking the mattress.

⸻

She nearly blacks out.
Her head lolls to the side, drool dripping from her lips.
But before she can rest, the spiral pulls her back in —
dragging her even deeper than before.

“My cunt is throbbing…”

And again she leaks.

⸻

COUNTDOWN TWO – DEEPER & DIRTIER

10… Her body jerks upright, thighs spread wide.
9… Tentacles force her back down into the bed.
8… One slides into her ass, another between her toes.
7… Phanteema whispers: “Good bitch. SQUIRT.”
6… Another stream jets from her cunt, soaking her stomach.
5… She screams as the house moans with her.
4… Cum rains down from nowhere, dripping down her throat.
3… She feels herself clench — her ass winks around the intrusion.
2… She’s crying now, tears mixing with spit on her face.
1… She squirts again — a heavier gush this time, a hot puddle forming beneath her.

⸻

Fractionation hits her.
Her body goes limp for a few seconds —
like she’s floating above the bed.
But she’s dragged back down hard.
The mask reforms over her face.
Slime presses her eyelids closed.
She hears the bell.

“My cunt is throbbing…”

And the cycle spins again.

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COUNTDOWN THREE – THE CRUEL LOOP

10… Tentacles slam back inside her holes all at once.
9… The sound of gagging fills her ears.
8… Her brain feels wet — like cum is leaking inside her skull.
7… She can hear the squelching of her cunt from inside.
6… Another jet sprays across her stomach, warm and sweet-smelling.
5… Her nipples are pinched by invisible hands.
4… She feels her face being painted with cum.
3… Her hips buck helplessly, soaking herself even more.
2… The tentacles pound her brain like a pussy,
sliding in and out through her ears with each number.
1… A violent squirt erupts from her cunt,
splashing onto her thighs, soaking the bed,
mingling with tentacle slime into a foul, sweet-smelling flood.

⸻

She collapses again, but she isn’t allowed to stop.
She hears the bell.
She leaks when she hears the bell.
She leaks when she thinks about the bell.
She leaks when she dreams about the bell.

⸻

Fractionation hits again.
She almost wakes up —
then hears another countdown starting in the distance.
Her pussy clenches and she spurts before the numbers even reach 7.
She’s being trained.
Like a dog.
Like a good, wet pet.

And she loves it.

Every countdown makes her gush harder.
Every gush makes her easier to brainfuck.
Every brainfuck makes her crave another countdown.

And so she repeats it again, voice shaking:

“My cunt is throbbing…”

And the spiral drags her down.
Again.
And again.
And again.


Broken Sleep In The Haunted House