Stop here..... But

"This looks like a good place to stop," Daphne said as she zipped her pants back up and went to grab the cover of the plastic container. She briefly saw a red flash out of the corner of her eye near where the bowl was, making her turn to see. "What.... hello?" She said out loud not getting any answer except for the slime which bubbled and hissed a little. "Okay then."

Daphne placed the cover back on the bowl of goo, not noticing the little red light zipping past her, before hitting a nearby lamp, causing it to rock a little. She looked to see but again saw nothing out of the ordinary before she quickly brought the sealed bowl of slime back over to the fridge.

"I think that's enough for tonight," Daphne said as she began to head over to the light switch, but suddenly heard the lamp fall over and again saw a red flash go zooming across the room. "Okay, what the Hell is going on?" She said as she was unable to find the source of the strange light she kept seeing.

Daphne went and grabbed a trap and began looking around. She walked slowly, trying to pay attention to her surroundings as she kept her eyes peeled for this little red thing she kept seeing.

She suddenly heard a noise, turning to see an old toaster on one of the side tables. It was about thirty years old but it was wabbling like something was inside it. She began to approach, trap in hand wondering if there was a mouse inside or a ghost.

Suddenly, a red light began to shine from within the small appliance, and for a moment it looked like one of the bread slots began to bend like it was smiling at her before this red ball of light came flying out, and hitting her in the chest, knocking her to the floor.

"Fuck!" She said after taking a thud. "That hurt dammit."

Daphne pulled herself to her feet, leaving the trap on the floor as she rubbed her butt. She looked at her shirt, and then behind her wondering where it had gone. There was no sign of it but she was sure it had flown right through her.

"Gotta be a class 3 possessor. Son of a bitch," she said realizing what a pain these little spirits could be as she picked up the trap and placed it on the table. "I gotta find that thing before......" she paused as she suddenly felt something like a hand on her ass where she was rubbing it a moment ago. "What the..." she yelled, turning around to see an empty room. "How...." as she started to speak again, she suddenly felt a hand slid up her thigh and even saw the fabric of her pants reacting like it was being touched. "Oh shit!"

Daphne suddenly realized that the possessor was in her clothing, which had her a little freaked out at the moment because she wasn't sure what it could, or wanted to do to her.

"Okay, it can only possess inanimate objects, so maybe if I ooooOOOOHH FUCK!" she blurted out, tripping and grabbing the edge of the table. "Oh no, no no no no!"

Daphne could feel her panties grabbing and rubbing her clit as other parts of the fabric slid up and down her slit. It felt very good, but she didn't want to be molested by her clothing at the moment.

"Come on, here's a nice, uh, PKE meter you can possess?" She said before she felt a gentle squeeze on her love button. "Holy shit, that feels so...... no, stop it!"

Daphne stood up as her lab coat suddenly unbuttoned and went flying off of her. Her bra suddenly felt tight like her breasts were being gently squeezed while her panties continued to massage her clit, making it hard for her to stand.

"Oh...... God!" She moaned as she felt her panties starting to get very wet. "Jesus, I haven't been touched like this in......."

The sensations were very gentle as it suddenly felt like a tongue was teasing her slit due to the moistened fabric of her cotton underwear. She let out a yell as her bra seemed to bite her nipple.

"Ouch, none of that!" She commanded before dropping to her knees. "Shit.... why.... why are you doing this?" She asked as she moaned, crawling on all fours as her possessed underwear began to play with her ass as well.

Daphne looked over at the ghost trap and began to wonder if she could get to it quickly enough. At the very least, the possessor would leave her clothing and try to either escape or move the trap, but either way, she might be able to escape.

"Fuck!" She yelled as her now-soaking wet jeans began to unzip themselves before slowly sliding off of her.