Trapped in the twisted metal of her crashed car, the lone survivor is haunted by more than just the accident. Ghostly figures materialize, their eyes burning with carnal hunger. They're not there to help, they're there to fuck. She's dragged from the wreckage, her body violated by their spectral touch. They're rough, their hands like ice on her skin, their cocks like steel as they force her to service them. She's on her knees, her mouth filled with cock, her hands bound behind her back. She's passed around like a toy, her body used and abused. They fuck her hard, their ghostly cocks stretching her cunt and ass, their moans echoing through the night. She can feel their cum, cold and sticky, dripping from her body. She's their plaything, their fucktoy, their ghostly whore.