Rapunzel and the Thermostat

Chance shivered. Sure she'd just showered which meant evaporation would make her feel cool, but this was ridiculous. She felt the goose bumps on her arms and padded over to the thermostat in the hall.

"18? Fuck, that's below freezing!"

She leaned on the "warmer" button but the thing stopped at 32. That was just fucking stupid unless...

"Fuck! Damned European thermometer!"

She thought about how to do the conversion; double it and add thirty, but do it backwards. I want 74 degrees, so half of that is 37 and subtract thirty for... 7 degrees? No, that's stupid too. Probably the other order. Subtract thirty for 44, and half it for 22. Okay, that's worth a try. She set the thing for 22 degrees, hit the "set" button, and heard the furnace come on. At the same time she felt a warmth move up her back.

"Aaah, that's good."

Then the warmth squeezed her ass.

She whipped her head around and looked behind her. The long hair flowing down her back had moved aside but nobody was pushing it. She turned fully to face the invisible man.

"Okay ghost, I know that's you. You are not going to fuck with me, get it?"

Something grabbed her hands and pulled her off her feet. She got her hands out but didn't hit the floor; she hit the stairs. It took all her coordination and a good bit of luck not to break anything as she tumbled down to the landing. She lay there in a ball, stunned for a moment.

"Fuck!"

Something had jerked her head back by the hair. She tried to kick out but her foot was snagged on something - her hair! It had somehow wrapped itself around her ankle and tied in a knot. No, it was that fucking bullshit ghost!

"We are not playing that game you little fu-mmfh!"

A pair of phantom balls slapped her nose as the ghost cock deep-throated her. More of her hair wrapped around her wrists and bound them; she tried to knee up with her free leg but only ended up with that bound to her wrists. And all the while the phantom shaft was humping her mouth.

"Fmmlf!"

A phantom hand slapped her pussy. A moment later it slapped again, only harder. Then it moved into a firm spanking motion. After several slaps Chance felt herself getting warm and wet; her body was not supposed to be liking this!

A flood of cum filled her mouth but the cock kept pounding. She had to choose to swallow or suffocate; the liquid went down with a bit of a lump.

"Mtga ffk om fee!"

The slapping stopped as two fingers dived into her cunt while a thumb started pushing and rubbing her swollen clit. Another hand started ringing around her ass hole. Again it was a lot more of a turn-on than she wanted.

"Chance? What the hell are you doing?"

The cock pulled out of her mouth and sprayed hot jizz over her chest.

"I'm playing fucking bondage Rapunzel; what the fuck do you think!? Help me!"

Another spurt of cum dropped on Chance's face and the weight and **** vanished. Shannon scooted down the stairs and stopped next to the bound girl. She looked totally nonplussed.

"What do I do first?"

"Finish me; that little fucker only did half the job on my pussy."

Shannon shrugged and started stroking Chase's clit with one hand while her fingers teased the girl's labia.

"I was fucking joking!" Shannon pulled her hands away. "No, don't stop! You have good fingers."

Shannon smiled. "You should make up your mind, you randy little pervert." Her long fingers pushed into Chase and massaged her sex until the tingling pulse of her orgasm made the girl shudder in pleasure.

"Fuck that was amazing. Can you untie me now?"

"Just a sec." Shannon stood and ran up the stairs, giving Chase a good uprobe look at her panties. When Shannon returned to the top of the stairs there was a snap sound and a flash.

"You're taking fucking pictures!?"

"Evidence." When Shannon got back to the landing she snapped about a dozen more from several angles.

"Are you going to shove the camera up my cunt and take pictures from inside too?"

"I don't think that's necessary. Now let's get you untied." As Shannon worked the knots loose she commented wryly. "You know, Chance, I think that's the first sentence I've heard you say today without the word 'fuck' in it."

"Says the girl in the fucking Hello Kitty panties."

"No, fucking Hello Kitty has her legs open and a cartoon cunt; this is just regular Hello Kitty. You know, when I do get you untied you should go take a shower."

"Yeah. And I just fucking had one. The worst part is I got fucking ghost-cum in my hair so I'll have to shampoo that now too; it takes for fucking ever to dry and comb out."

"I'll help if you like; after all, what's a dorm leader for?"

Shannon helped Chase to her feet and walked her up the stairs.

"Well, if you want to help with my hair you've got about half a fucking hour to get ready. It takes a while to wash."

"I was going to help with the washing, too." Shannon's bathrobe dropped the long distance from her shoulders to the floor, followed by a pair of Hello Kitty panties with a wet spot on the front. She pushed Chase into the shower and followed her.