Grey to the rescue...?

Sally was familiar with just how stubborn and persistent a ghost could be when it had no time restriction and nothing better to do. She had every expectation that she’d be in her predicament for years, and maybe decades, before the specter finally got bored. But it all came to a stop with no warning. No more spanking. No more pantytugging. And the collar around her neck fell off with a click.

“W… *phew* was I… a good girl?” Sally asked, barely conscious.

“No. I regret to inform you that you were quite bad. However, I suppose you have been punished adequately.”

Sally slid her upper body out of the wall and stood upright. Turning around, she was shocked to meet her “ghostly” tormentor. It was nothing more than a set of mechanical arms sticking out of the floor. Two were fashioned with gloves on the end, and one simply ended in three prongs. Ideal for grabbing underwear and tugging it into the air… In the doorway stood Grey, having managed to undo her bindings and press the button to stop the machines.

“Th… Th-Th-Th…”

Sally, clearly on the verge of a breakdown, pointed at the robotic appendages while stuttering incomprehensibly.

“I told you, did I not? It is the mansion which commits the acts you are so troubled by. There are no ‘otherworldly entities’ inhabiting the mansion. The Lieutenant is simply a talented engineer. Though I sometimes wish she would direct that talent into something more productive…”

Sally was shaken with shame unlike any she had ever known. She tried to bolt past Grey and out the door, but was caught by her panties, prompting another **** orgasm from the hypersensitive girl’s cunt.

“*AAAAAAAHHHHH!*”

“Not so fast. Ordinarily I do not mind when new maids forfeit their positions. It is quite common, after all. You, however… I am strangely irritated by you. I must insist that you remain and continue cleaning the mansion. I shall oversee your work personally.”

“Pleeease no…” Sally moaned, spasming as her g-string remained caught in Grey’s grip.