Bonnie attacks!

"I'll kill you!"

Bonnie raced towards Miss Trickett, around the side of the room, hands clenched into fists. Susie, clutching for her arm, was too late to stop her. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew Trickett wasn't going to like it. Nobody made Bonnie Driscoll admit that she was scared!

Trickett watched, smiling, as the tomboy raced towards her across the dungeon floor, freckled breasts bouncing in her sky-blue bra, pale thighs pumping and round hips swaying inside her yellow panties, ginger curls flying in the air, face red with outrage, ready to do some serious damage to anything that got in her way. Without looking, she reached behind her and flicked a switch on the console.

Bonnie tripped over. Something had grabbed her ankle. Instead of landing on the floor, however, she flew into the air. Her legs kicked and her arms flailed for purchase on nothing at all as she floated into the middle of the room, seemingly supported by nothing at all.

Wait. Not quite nothing.

The surface of the pool, greenish-white, somehow both misty and slimy at the same time, roiled beneath Bonnie. Inside, solid shapes writhed over each other, coalescing from the ooze and dissolving back into formlessness. Hands! And... other things.

"You know what ectoplasm is, right?" said Trickett, "It's ghost cum."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Let me go!" Bonnie, furious, flexed every muscle in her body as she writhed back and forth, doing everything in her power to wriggle free of the hands holding her at wrist, thigh and ankle. Susie watched from the sidelines, her eyes wide with fear for her captured friend.

"Let you go? Right now? Okay." The hands let Bonnie go, then caught her again, her face just inches from the writhing pool of ectoplasm into which she'd almost been dropped. Trickett laughed at her gasp of horror. "What's the matter, Bonnie? Don't want to go in the ghost cum?"

"It's not cum!"

"Ghosts are made of the frustrated sexual energy of dead people. At least, mine are. They're literally formed from their own cum, and every time they cum they get stronger."

"Fight fair, you bitch!"

"Why would I do that? I built this ectocomputer myself, you know. Had to contact Turing in a seance. He was gay, but we made a deal. And now I have complete control over a legion of horny ghosts, all at the touch of a button. I'm not going to throw all that work away just so we can have a fair fight. Instead, I'm going to do this."

"Do what?"