Interlude: Ashley's POV Part 2

Ashley turned and lunged, almost blindly tackling the girl behind her. She straddled her and wrapped her hands around the blonde little bitch's throat, her vision going even more red. The sounds of the slut **** were music to Ashley's ears.

All too soon, a voice, this time much more audible, sounded out next to Ashley. "Stop, don't kill her. We can do better than that."

Ashley hesitated, not moving, but suddenly losing a bit of motivation in her purpose. The voice spoke again. "She deserves to get some of what she gives."

Ashley suddenly was filled with thoughts of torturing this blonde bimbo, repaying her for everything she'd done to Chris. Ashley grinned darkly, freeing her hands from around the twat's throat. She stood up, trusting the ghost woman to keep the bitch down, and walked over to her roommate, who was still on the bed, looking up at her. Ashley met his eyes. The red fled from her vision as anger was immediately replaced by concern. "Hey. You okay?"

Chris stifled a sob and shook his head. Ashley sat down next to him, opening her arms uncertainly. Chris practically leapt into her embrace, no longer stifling his sobs. Ashley soothed him, hugging him more tightly than she would have expected, but her protective instincts overflowed, seeing Chris so raw and ****. She let him sob into her shoulder, softly stroking his back and making sympathetic sounds meant to calm him. His sobs eventually slow to sniffling, and it feels too soon when Chris pulls away, rubbing his eyes and wiping away his tears. He looks Ashley in the eyes.

"S-sorry."

Ashley smiles tenderly, ruffling his hair. He really was cute, if she gave him a chance. "You have nothing to be sorry for. My car's downstairs and outside. Why don't you go wait in there? I managed to snag your stuff from the library."

Chris nodded, sniffling a little and taking a deep breath through the nose. "Okay."

He looked over at the blonde on the floor, fear flashing over his features. "What about her?"

Ashley's blood once again boiled, seeing the fear in Chris's eyes. "I'll deal with her. Don't worry about it."

Chris stood, stumbling a bit, before making his way out the door, looking like he'd just put down a heavy burden.

Ashley waited, making sure to listen as he made his way down the stairs, being sure that he was safe. Once she heard the front door close, she turned to the blonde on the floor and looked her up and down.

She seemed to be dressed in some sort of slutty cowgirl costume, with a cowboy hat, boots, crotchless jeans, and a button-up shirt that has its front wadded up and tied together rather than buttoned up. She looked like she was trying to speak, but it wasn't working.

Ashley spoke aloud. "Let her talk."

No sooner than Ashley had said it, the bitch started bitching. "Who are you, and what makes you think that you can get away with this? You break into my home, you pin me to the ground, and you steal my boytoy? You'll pay for this!"

As the girl raved, Ashley stood up and walked over to her, squatting next to her. She looked the blonde in the eyes, and suddenly the bitch went silent. Ashley spoke, her voice low and threatening. "Name."

"E-emma."

"Well, Emma, you seem to need some clueing in. Chris is not your boytoy. I am not someone you can manipulate. And, most importantly," Ashley put a hand on Emma's shirt, grasping the loose knot in the font and pulling, causing the shirt to open and Emma's breasts to spill out. "You're not in charge here."

Emma gasped as Ashley roughly tore her shirt open. "Wh-when?"

The ghost woman spoke, still invisible. Her voice was filled with a venomous tease. "Are they bigger than you were expecting? Trust me, when we're done with you, you'll wish that that was all."

Ashley grinned and lifted Emma over her shoulder, tossing her on the bed. She crawled over her, straddling her torso, and pulled her shirt off the rest of the way before using it to tie Emma's wrists together over her head. Miraculously, the cowgirl hat was still on her little blonde head. Ashley then began playing with Emma's breasts, pinching her nipples and rolling them between her fingers. Emma laid there limply, as if unable to move, gasping helplessly. "N-no! I don't want this! S-stop! I'm not a lesbian!"

Ashley yanked on Emma's nipples hard, pulling them in opposite directions, causing Emma to cry out. She leaned down, whispering sweetly in Emma's ear. "You know, Emma. You don't want to, but we don't care. After all, consent never mattered to you when you had your way with Chris, did it?"

"B-but, he never said no! He never even used the safe-word! And he's a boy!"

The ghost woman was suddenly screaming. "And did he ever say yes? Did you ever give him the chance to use a safe-word?"

Emma flinched, the truth evident in her face. Ashley let go of her nipples, sitting back up, then taking her breasts in her hands wholesale and squeezing. "Answer out loud, bitch."

Emma cried out again. "N-no! No, I didn't let him say no! I didn't want him to say no! He's just so cute and submissive and perfect!"

Ashley relented, letting go of her breasts. She then reached down, pulling her own shirt off, letting her breasts swing, attached together by the nipple piercing. Ashley looked down and scoffed, miffed, then grinned, a delicious idea occurring to her. "Hey, do you mind giving her this?"

A wicked chuckle sounded in the air as the ghost woman caught on. Suddenly, the nipple piercings with the chain were on Emma's chest instead. Emma cried out in pain and surprise, a cry that only redoubled as Ashley reached down and yanked up, pulling Emma's nipples high. After holding it there for a moment, Ashley let go, causing Emma's screams to fall into a whimper. Ashley leaned back down, slithering her hands from Emma's waist to the sides of her breasts, caressing the sides of her torso. Ashley again whispered in Emma's ear. "We're gonna have lots of fun tomorrow. Until then, sit tight."

Ashley got off the bed, retrieving her shirt and getting dressed. The ghost woman's voice whispered in her ear. "Tomorrow?"

"Well, yeah. We gotta take care of Chris first. She can wait."

"I'm gonna have fun with her until you get back."

Ashley grinned again. "Be my guest."