There had been lots of reports in the news about the ghost of a samurai going around and killing young, blonde girls after brutally raping them. Many people thought it had to be some kind of hoax- there were never any samurai here. This wasn’t Japan! But girls were still dying, regardless of the ridiculous circumstances. I even thought it sounded pretty silly until I was visited by the vengeful “spirit” myself.
Taking a short cut home, a thick fog rolled in as soon as I was passing by the marsh. It was late at night, but my shift at work ended after the last bus already left, so I had to risk the walk home. That’s when I heard the clanking of armor. Through the fog, the faint figure of a samurai could be made out. Scared out of my wits, I turned to run, but the samurai caught up to me with unnatural speed and made a quick slash across my calves.
Now unable to run, I trembled as the apparition came closer. Pulling out his cock from the metal armor, he lifted his mask to reveal he was no ghost. It was a crazed man who must have found an antique suit of armor. He held his sword to my chest to keep me from breaking free as he frantically thrusted into my dry cunt. Busting a fat nut inside me, he released me from his grip. I shot up and tried to run, but he was quick with the blade as he slashed me so severely through the shoulder, he almost made it clean through my body. He escaped into the night, leaving my mangled body behind.